A scene of a kill is lost
By the smell of rotten things
A murderer is free from crime
Because nature take care of the decomposing
Chorus: Love the smell of decay
As evidence rotting away
People pass the corpse by
Without knowing about the kill
They think the scent belongs
To the season of autumn death is strong
Around the world the watch
To guide us from beyond
But the threat comes from inside
They try to wake us but we are blind
Chorus: Demonic statue shed tears
Even static things feel ours fears
They are made to protect
But they seem to connect
To the truth of our doom
And they are made out of stone
At night i start a fight
Over my subconscious side
Where ever i go i cant hide
Visions of humiliation cripple me
Chorus: Dreaming horrific
Drowning in fear
Dreaming apocalyptic
Nobody seems to care
Dissected bit by bit by emotions
That i feel don’t belong in system
My evolution seems to be replaced
By a disgusting human i don’t wanna be
He slaughter the chosen angels
Because mankind was not in fear
The monster he created made man care
Codes are for archangels tears
Chorus: 1888 is our fate
1888 everything is to late
From this year he choose with blood
Because it was connected to god
He know that we rage but are lost
The devil was also tricked by the number 5
I am building the ark
But as thousand of coffins
As corpses we will float
On the oceans of lost hope and blood
Chorus: I saw this coming
I saw the wood
Slaughtered our souls are
Maybe it have to be done
Or we do not ever learn
Saw your coffin and be taught
Jesus is pissed in my brain
Because he took thousand years of pain
For nothing it seems nobody fucking learn
He says with vicious tongue they will burn
Chorus: Possessed by angry Christ
He is tired of our pathetic lies
Possessed by angry Christ
His evil blacken my mind and eyes
Christ showed his scares they made
Every ache he took was in vain
His hate for mankind is endless
He will posses with evil and fuck our minds insane
He was never away
He slept for awhile from ray’s
He heard our needy prays
He has risen from where the dead stays
Chorus: Count Cockroach
Has returned
Count Cockroach
He never burned
He will never pass or die
He has come to rule and be alive
He is savior for the lost
He guide us right at any cost
Visible on certain times
To be healer of our crimes
Eating our sins away
But he make sure we pay
Chorus: An Gothic act
We made a pact
With the devil
At the corner of a Gothic church
He whisper alternative solution
We can both be sinners and winners
Just ink our blood and do prostitution
