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GoreWhat forMacabreWastelandsSicknesses are rising from the undergroundOne man's massacre for one's entertainmentSome may put their ratings on the televisionBut you cannot censor the imaginationCHORUSSuffering for fantasyKeeps me wondering if we'll ever seeA sound mind for realityTo discern our dark allusions from insanityGore - what forMacabre - wastelands in your soulImages of torture te replace the painMany can't control promiscuityFade away the youth - innocence decaysThe dark fruits of sin - mocking undertonesCHORUS
GoreWhat forMacabreWastelandsSicknesses are rising from the undergroundOne man's massacre for one's entertainmentSome may put their ratings on the televisionBut you cannot censor the imaginationCHORUSSuffering for fantasyKeeps me wondering if we'll ever seeA sound mind for realityTo discern our dark allusions from insanityGore - what forMacabre - wastelands in your soulImages of torture te replace the painMany can't control promiscuityFade away the youth - innocence decaysThe dark fruits of sin - mocking undertonesCHORUS