1. 1

    Construcdead - 8 Inches Of Flesh

  2. 2

    Construcdead - A Cog In The Machinery

  3. 3

    Construcdead - As Time Bleeds

  4. 4

    Construcdead - At Any Cost

  5. 5

    Construcdead - Bitter End

  6. 6

    Construcdead - Bricks

  7. 7

    Construcdead - Cancer

  8. 8

    Construcdead - Disbelief

  9. 9

    Construcdead - God After Me

  10. 10

    Construcdead - Hate

  11. 11

    Construcdead - Hatelist

  12. 12

    Construcdead - I've Come To Rule

  13. 13

    Construcdead - In A Moment Of Sobriety

  14. 14

    Construcdead - Metamorphosia

  15. 15

    Construcdead - Moral In Corrosion

  16. 16

    Construcdead - My Undying Hate

  17. 17

    Construcdead - New Skin

  18. 18

    Construcdead - Pater Noster

  19. 19

    Construcdead - Pinhook

  20. 20

    Construcdead - Re-Arrange

  21. 21

    Construcdead - Repent

  22. 22

    Construcdead - Rise

  23. 23

    Construcdead - Rusty Armour

  24. 24

    Construcdead - The Cynical Revolution

  25. 25

    Construcdead - The Eye Of Revelation

  26. 26

    Construcdead - The Lustfull

  27. 27

    Construcdead - The Rain

  28. 28

    Construcdead - The Saviour

  29. 29

    Construcdead - Through Parasite Eyes

  30. 30

    Construcdead - To War

  31. 31

    Construcdead - Treachery

  32. 32

    Construcdead - Turn

  33. 33

    Construcdead - Wounded

As Time Bleeds

Construcdead

[Chorus]
Watch the hourglass drain itself, watch the smiles grow forced.
In retrospect, nothing turned out the way I thought; all is lost.

I guess I'm overly philosophical, but that's just my cross.
'cause every time I stop to watch the present I see the corpse, decayed, of what once was.
Time's our guide on the path of life, and it's leading us astray as the blood turns cold.

[Chorus:] all love lost

We all feed on expectation and dreams; damn whoever gets in the way.
The loved one today might be the scapegoat to be;
Fuck or get fucked-it's always been that way.

[Chorus:] all is lost

Sweet promises whispered by lovers at night, given with passion before.
Say them again, look into my eyes and tell me- who's the whore?

The deceiver will think himself deceived
Forming a truth of his own, as they always do.
It's only a matter of what you want to believe,
But in the end we've got nothing-Everything's lost.
Time's our guide on the path of life, and it's leading us astray
as the blood turns cold. Everything's lost...

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