The Killing Fields Lyrics & Chords By Sick Jacken

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales. Yet I better move, my bed is made of nails. I try to roll off, my skin slowly tears away. My flesh is stuck to the bed as I begin...read more

Picking up the pieces of what's left of you and I Find myself running around in circles trying to catch up to you I'm tired of all the fighting Just want to leave it all...read more

Hark! - Ephemeral existence Hastened by faith - Blessed are the slain Chosen One, your time has come all to your knees, as your body bleeds. Embittered One, gone insane This...read more

(Sick Jacken) Street theater's a dramatic depiction of non fiction Showing the co-existence of harmony and friction We document our position Pro-abolition of static bringing...read more

The sanctity of life is only sacred when it fits into the description, the description that I give it. I play a little game, a game it's called GOD. I'm a merciless killer in a...read more