Thrasher Magazine July 1994 — Page 19
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            CREEPING
DEATH
Slaves
Hebrews bom to serve,
to the pharaoh
Head
To his every word,
live in fear
Faith,
Of the unknown one
the deliverer
Something must
be done, foun
hundred years
Now
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here
By the chosen one
So fit it be written
So let be done
To kill the first born
Pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
Let my people go
land of Goshen
MEDIA BLITZ
I've got television
I've got supervision
No decisines for you
Media blitz-media blitz
Immediate hitswe rule
Don't steal your eyes off the
TV screen
Can you realize we're what
we've seen
Take an injection from the
mad machine
Don't read the papers read
between the lines
We're vision rapers
and we seed the signs
You'll play your part
inthe master mind
We feed the science
We deal in riots
We play by ideal time
We're a goviment fix
All social convicts
Watch the idle rhymes
Bleed your heart out-
That's all worth
Before you ever start-
We planned first
Forget the truth
I will be with thee.
bush of fire
Brood
Running redand strong.
down the Nile
Plague
Darkness three days long.
hail to the fire
Chorus
Die by my and,
creep across the land
Killing first born man
Die by my band
I creep across the land
Kiling first bom man
Rule the midnight air,
Bom
the destroyer
I shall soon be there,
deadly mass
Creep the steps and floor,
final darkness
Blood
Lamb's-blood painted door
I shall pass
Chorus
-Ride The Lightning
Metallica
Max Schaaf
Accept your curse
(GI)
Germs
Christian Hosoi
Jason Dill