Quarter of an inch past life's death   Flash of a smile with lies on it's breath   Cold sharp steel with ander on flesh   Know the touch of the cold angel press      Gouged out tongue, don't speak but scream   A language of pain, sleep now dream   Starving crippled dog hang on now breathe   Life just lived tomorrow to be forgot   Flesh to earth inanimate to rot   Memories, memories nothing to repress   Know the touch of the cold angel press      Life's too cheap   Make me bleed   Stupidity's the seed      From the seeds of hot white pain   Come questions only the gods can explain   Thoughts and visions of animal insanity   Personal hells of all humanity   Quarter of an inch past life's death   Know the touch of the cold angel press      Life's too cheap   Stupidity's the seed   Make me bleed      From the seeds of hot white pain   Come questions only the gods can explain   Thoughts and visions of animal insanity   Personal hells of all humanity   Quarter of an inch past life's death   Know the touch of the cold angel press