Anaphylactic Shock Songtext
von The Crinn

It feeds on your insides
Vibrating every nerve deeper, deeper into comatose
Evoking twists of the frame
Juxtapose the less unknown
To find the feeling hidden
But when unseen the seeds bloom
Into a horror that can′t be ridden
For it never goes away It will always come back in some object, shape, form
Call it disease, call it whatever you please
It's the surgery I choose to perform
Vital knife against my skin
Anaphylactic Shock!
Blow me out of the water
Rid me of this filth