Priest - Hypnotic Nausea

Racing' cross the heavens Straight into the dawn Looking like a comet Slicing through the morn Scorching the horizon Blazing to the land Now he's here amongst us The age of fire's at hand Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Salvation bids to ask Everything he touches Fries into a crisp, Let him get close to you So you're in his trip, First you'll smoke and smoulder Blister up and singe When ignition hits you The very soul of your being will cringe. Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Here he comes now Fall to your knees and repent if you please Who is this man? Where is he from? Exciter comes For everyone. You'll never see him But you will taste the fire upon your tongue He's come to make you snap out Of the state that you are in Looks around and make you See the light again So much self-indulgence Results in shattered eyes Predominant complacency Leads to beguiling lies. Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Salvation bids to ask When he leaps amidst us With combustive dance All shall bear the branding Of his thermal lance, Cauterising masses Melting into one Only when there's order Will his job be done. Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Here he comes now Fall to your knees and repent if you please Who is this man? Where is he from? Exciter comes For everyone You'll never see him But you will taste the fire upon your tongue Racing past the heavens Straight into the dawn Looking like a comet Slicing through the morn Scorching the horizon Blazing to the land Now he's here amongst us The age of fire's at hand Stand by for Exciter Stand by for Exciter Stand by for Exciter Stand by for Exciter

1, 2, 3, 4 I'm a seasick sailor On a ship of noise I got my maps all backwards And my instincts poisoned In a truth blown gutter Full of wasted years Like blown-out speakers Ringin' in my ears Oh it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone Now I'm a straight-line walker In a black-out room I push a shopping cart over In an Aztec ruin With my minion fingers Working for some God Who could see his own reflection In a parking lot Oh it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone No it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone Now I'm a priest teenager On a tower of dust I'm a dead generator In a cloud of exhaust I eat alone in the desert With skulls for my pets I rate the days, one to ten With lead cigarettes It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone

Deceived, by the light, now I'm blind Descending, into the void, misguided souls Worship, turned to lunacy, and wrath Killing spree, in the kingdom, of Christ If you see the faces, the fear, the anger Turned into oppressive lies Ridden with disease, despise, and hatred Enter the realm of revelation nausea To bear the cross, to tell the lies A rape of Christ, is your demise The purest soul, beyond the sky So kneel for me, or you'll die Another carcass, on a cross, decomposing Rise above, to resurrect, I'm Christ If you see the faces, the fear, the anger Turned into oppressive lies Ridden with disease, despite, and hatred Revelation nausea