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Annihilator lyrics

Album: Bag of Tricks [1994]

Tracks16
 01  Alison Hell
 02 Phantasmagoria (demo version)
 03 Back to the Crypt
 04 Gallery
 05 Human Insecticide (live)
 06  The Fun Palace
 07 W.T.y.D. (live)
 08 Phantasmagoria '86
 09 Live Wire
 10  Knight Jumps Queen (demo version)
 11 Fantastic Things
 12  Bats in the Belfry (demo version)
 13 Evil Appetite
 14 Gallery '86
 15 Alison Hell '86
 16  Word Salad
all Annihilator lyrics



Alison Hell
Excess perversion, and we'll never let it end
You and I are making a private legend
We've got the hunger, got the thirst
You want it slow, our bodies glow, nails rake my back

Tongue licks sweet parade
Animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade
Dripping wet, we laugh at this charade
Screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade

Gratification, do you want some more
On the bed, entangled on the floor
Feel my eyes burn, we writhe until the dawn
Tease and please, humility is gone

Tongue licks sweet parade
Animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade
Dripping wet, we laugh at this charade
Screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade

Come on
What are you waiting for...

Excess perversion, and we'll never let it end
You and I are making a private legend
Feel my eyes burn, feel everything
On my knees, but I reign as your king

Tongue licks sweet parade
Animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade
Dripping wet, we laugh at this charade
Screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw bladeback to top
The Fun Palace
I am the box, I am a screen
I'm every nightmare, I'm every dream
I am the window over your land
So turn me on, come take my hand

Don't push me

I offer you scandal, I offer a wealth
Of grafuitous violence, hazerdous to your health
I give the vision, of how life should be
I choose your heroes, come follow me

It's just a box, It's just a screen
It's only a nightmare, It's only a dream
We give the vision, of how life should be
We choose our own heroes, come follow meback to top
Knight Jumps Queen (demo version)
'a gentleman invites a lady to his castle for a friendly game of chess. to his
Surprise, she proves to be an excellent opponent with ample experience in this
Field. the game drives hard into the night, where it finally ends in a draw.
However, it looks like they're both winners in the end, if you know what I mean!!
This is the first song I'd written (may 1991) for the lp. crunchy, driving
Rhythms provide a great backdrop for the 'theatre-like' vocal performance. a fine
Pair of solos I must say.'

Good evening and welcome to a test of the minds
This match begins as our thoughts begin to grind
I send a pawn towards you, a subtle piece of my attack
Pondering the next move, I guess you'll never know unless you try it
Knight jumps queen if you know what I mean
Anticipation of the final scene
Knight jumps queen, so get prepared
For this checkmate has been happily declared
As the knight jumps the queen
You have made selections, a white castle crumbles at your feet
To counter the men in black, your moves must all be elite
A bishop takes a rook and this cuts him down to size
This is no tailor-made situation
I guess I have some real competition for once
Knight jumps queen if you know what I mean
Anticipation of the final scene
Knight jumps queen, so get prepared
For this checkmate has been happily declared
As the knight jumps the queen
Hours and hours to a stalemate, this game has come to a close
Could it end without a climax betwwen to exhausted foes
Night-time's falling on the castle, it's bringing in another day
The concentration was impossible, I never had a doubt I wouldn't win it from you
Knight jumps queen if you know what I mean
Anticipation of the final scene
Knight jumps queen, so get prepared
For this checkmate has been happily declared
As the knight jumps the queenback to top
Bats in the Belfry (demo version)
'the attitude here is one of anger, bordering on insanity; a mood we all had to
Get into to do this song. broken strings, a dozen picks, a lot of coffee and 10
Drum sticks!! I'm a poet and I don't even know it! ha!!'

I'm getting sick and tired of wasting all my time
And trying to read between your lines
It's hard to see yourself, when the mirror's cracked
Why don't you try to see the signs
It's time to realise
It's not that hard to see
Just open up your eyes
I've got bats in the belfry
Why not take all of me, or was this all in vain
I'm crying out 'don't take me down with you'
My pain and all your problems are coming to the boil
So tired of all the hell I've been put through
It's time to realise
It's not that hard to see
Just open up your eyes
I've got bats in the belfry
Why don't you listen
I'm trying to help you
You don't, don't give a damn
Why can't you hear me
I'm trying to save you
You don't give a, you don't, don't give a damn
Anxiety attacks as confusion rips at the mind
Help me, my head is spinning round and round
Help me, I guess you'll never know untill it hits you in the face like a bat
I sit here in my room without too much to say
At least I'll live to see another day, no thanks to you
Too late to realise
It wasn't that hard to see
Just open up your eyes
I've got bats in the belfryback to top
Word Salad
Closets of my mind destroyed, as I enter outward from a void
Corpses white have strapped me down, I rise above then fall
Tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall

Psychic pain on ice, I hurt
Devoid strength my life, inert
Anger fills they've shocked me back
White corpses turn to black
I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all

Chorus:
Word Salad, no ballad
Word Salad, no ballad

Diabolic plot, a toy, my brain the corpses to destroy
Prick my arm, injection fed, it's poison, I'm no fool
Tetanus shot, be sure it's not, I wish I were at school
Closets of my mind destroyed, but I enter inward, black void
Hatred turns to apathy, led down this dark abyss,
Good night, farewell you pig from hell, this world I shall not miss

Chorus:
Word Salad, no ballad
Word Salad

Woken up from death, nausea
Catatonic stupor, anoxia
Remaining still I hold onto a sense of permanence
Negativistic fear of pain, algophobic life sentence
Moral, physical decay, hatred withered away
Scourge of God he makes me pay, I shall not live or die
Vegetative judgment passed, my only thought to cryback to top
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