Babes In Toyland
Overtura: Astroantiquity/Attacatastrophy
I feel on fire

Glint glint
Slice slice
Very close to my eye (tua, tua)
Glint glint
Slice slice
Very close to my eye (right)

Taken from the night
It’s fastening
5, 4 6 inside you

[?]
The way it goes
Rapture for the night explode

The real
[?] son of a dice
System soul to suffice

Rise
Rising side
Watch this [?] ride

Oh, why
[?] died
[?] to mine

[?] free
Sell me
Time to go, [?]

The real
[?] son of a dice
System soul to suffice

Rise
Rising side
Watch this [?] ride
Oblivisionary retribution drop down your pathic scope and tele (I’ll open my-opia for ya)
Unravel and grovel lit up seeking candle hew so we simply blew you away
This is the way the way-ward goes my crooked finger road wart-way lord gorging thyself on strife
Pours syrup all syrup all over her life
Attacatastrophy static mind read black umbrella
Delivery signs sit beside her webs
Echolalia carmelancholia smells like sulfur ‘n’ spirit meant foreseen
My own mind is mine to carve out initial response anytime of the daze
Transmissionary blade in a-chord-ance with my tri-angle
Angel danger stage left
Cauterize myopia to your eyes
Lustmord
Skopsies
Apocalyptica
I’ve seen your dreamons beneath you
Bereave you