8 Inches of Pain

This Means War

The Song of Dr. Amputation



8 Inches of Pain

Words and music by Phosgene

When all are dead
And no bullet's left
I still got one friend to count on

Won't betray me
Won't die on me
8 inches of cold pain

Adrenalin shooting high
You're gonna die

Ambushing to attack
Stabbing you from the back
Falling lifeless to the floor
Stabbing more just to be sure
Forcing it into your flesh
Stabbing into franticness
Blood is surging in my face
Butchering

The serrated blade
To penetrate
Ripping open the wounds

Won't betray me
Won't die on me
8 inches of cold pain

One silent strike
Ends your life

Cutting your throat with my knife
Tumbling away half-alive
Trying to breath, groaning blood
Gonna put you down for good
Forcing it deeper into your neck
Bleeding like a fucking pig
Collapsing in a puddle of blood
Slaughtering

Adrenalin shooting high
You're gonna die

Jumping out to attack
Stabbing you in the back
Falling lifeless to the floor
Stabbing more just to be sure
Forcing it deeper into your flesh
Stabbing into franticness
Blood is surging in my face
Butchering




This Means War

Words and music by Phosgene

We have watched long enough
Our enemies arm for war
Now it's time to strike back
To hesitate is to defect

They envy our success
Want to stop our progess
Taking our nation's pride
Now the sword must decide

Nation rise up, storm breake loose
Nation rise up, them or us

This means war!

We have to face this threat
With our lives, with our blood
There are no in betweens
They must be stopped by all means

They talk peace but beware
They deny but take care
They don't know honesty
No honor or decency

Nation rise up, storm breake loose
Nation rise up, them or us

This means war!
Total war!
This means war!
Total war!

Nation rise up, storm breake loose
Nation rise up, them or us
Them or us

Die!
Die!
Die!
This means war!

Die!
Die!
Die!
This means war!

Die!
Die!
Die!
This means war!

Die!
Die!
Die!
This means war!




The Song of Dr. Amputation

Words and music by Phosgene

Stinking pus, angry scars
Dr. Amputation isn't far
In his eyes you get the glimpse
Of a thousand severed limbs

Stridind through the medical tent
Passing by soldiers or what's left of them
Whistling a foul melody
Telling 'bout pain and agony

Coming for you!
Coming for you!

His father had a slaughterhouse
Coming in alive, dead when coming out
Spotting the victim that comes next
You better pray he's got some morphine left

Denying anaesthesia on purpose
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Lying there and you can't tell
Concentration camp or hospital

Coming for you!
Coming for you!

Coming for you!
Coming for you!

Coming for you, you, you, you!
Coming for you, you, you, you!
Coming for you, you, you, you!
Coming for you, you, you, you!
Coming for you!