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Emotional Creatures
03:53
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Failure to thrive, you cling to life
Sink holes under your feet
And everyday you stare away
At a face of mangled features
Opioid brain, sleepwalk the maze
Wasted days burn out and fade
What’s left of you? Nothing new
A dark and shattered spirit
I can’t pretend to care
No matter how hard I try
Stabbing in the dark, I hit your heart
And now we’ll never be the same
No matter how hard we try
Stabbing in the dark, I hit your heart and now we’ll never be the same
Hang the cross above your head
Silent prayer, resent the dead
Skull splitting lullaby, erasure of all precious time
Something wicked this way ends as
Death becomes you’re only friend
Hang yourself above the cross
Nothing gained, nothing lost
Countless hours spent carving up the remains
It’s just a nonstop everyday autopsy
We are emotional creatures
Malignant Insult speed dealers
Party favor razors for the cutters and bleeders
Why would anyone save you if you, if you don’t want to be saved?
It’s just an everyday autopsy
Hours spent carving up the remains
White light sterile, immaculate
Sulfur pale shattered spectacle
You can’t afford the cure
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Where Do I Belong?
03:54
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I don’t want to play along
In your moral world of rights and wrongs
You can’t outrun the worms, when
6ft deep in the dirt
But I know you’re a fake
It’s written all over your face
I know you’re a fake
It’s written on your face
So where do I belong?
Lost in a song
Where I can dream away the day
That’s a perfect place to be
Lifeless plastic automatons in suits and ties
Sip lattes and pose with their Stepford wives
Radioactive nuclear families
Zombies of a virtual fantasy
Program the perfect aesthetic
So typical and ultra pathetic
Simulation, masterbation
Lost in a universe of black hole emptiness
Fake and obedient, fake and obedient
Mother Nature, Father Time
The past a broken clock
You can’t unwind
The present and future will only buy a little more time
Before you turn to dust
Wasting away, worshiping yourself
And wasting away
I know you’re a fake
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Godless Noise
02:57
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4. |
A Dog Without Water
04:48
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Fat demon, black season
I don’t need another reason
To hang high from my thick neck in the woods
Just let me be, just let me swing
I’m dead already, I’m already dead
Sometimes I feel like a dog without water
Locked in a hot car while you spoil your daughter
I am despair
Conjuring the misery out of thin air
My epitaph is written in stars across from the sky
Far from the violence, the judgement, the bloodshed
Rattling in my mind like a snake tail warning
There’s not an ounce of salvation here
Empty basins, barren shores
No acts of kindness anymore
Weary thoughts in dusty air
No one these days seem to care
Where is my angel, where is my salvation now?
Inventing new ways to maim and torture myself
Needles in my eyes
Thorns in my side
Menace, no penance
Solitary confined
Let me count the wicked ways that
We were doomed from the start
Free will to explore the evil buried deep inside our hearts
There is no salvation here
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5. |
Eat My Tongue
03:59
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Mayhem
Savor the flavor
I’ll be your ruin, I’ll be your savior
Lunacy
Spike the punch
With an absolutely terrifying indulgence
Eat me! Eat eat eat, eat me
Rotting in Heaven
Summon the thunder
You only live twice
Kneel at the altar
In the cosmic tomb of twitching corpse
There’s no time for mercy or remorse
Chefs Kiss the finger tips, slam the cellar door
Approaching, no time to waste
Now shovel that carcass off the floor
I’ve given you all my love
I’ve given you all my candy
I’ve got nothing more to give you so
You as well eat my tongue
The Swan song is ringing in my ears
Take a bow, wave and smile, the end is drawing near
Madness, I relish the danger
Feed on despair, devour your anger
You only live twice
Kneel at the altar
Buried to death
Beneath the weight that your under
Che Le Sa, la la la
Mayhem
Savor the flavor
I’ll be your ruin, I’ll be your savior
Lunacy
Spike the punch
With an absolutely terrifying indulgence
The Swan song is ringing in my ears
Take a bow, wave and smile, the end is drawing near
Eat me up
Migraine Mary sings her song as
The campfire burns on the deliverance farm
We set the sky ablaze
And coffin rock at a reckless pace
Mother mercy please, keep me alive
Play God to me for just one more night
Shadow, reflection and soft silhouette
I won’t forget you as long as I live
I’ve given you my everything
You might as well eat my tongue
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Catch Me If You Can
04:05
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Downward spiral, spinning out
Where are you, where are you?
A thousand cuts and bleeding out
Where are you, where are you?
Your alibis have all run dry
Blackbird singing the blues
Polygraph, your temples twitching
Ears are ringing and voice is pitching
No love was ever lost between
The nightmare and the dream
War inside a muffled scream
The nightmare and the dream
Catch me, catch me if you can
Our lady of the angels falling
Tears upon the shore
The hour of reckoning has come
Tears upon the shore
Pounding heart the ritual drum
Orbit dancing, curse the sun
Our lady of the angels crying
Tears upon the shore
Futile attempts to escape the allure
Old witch buried with diamonds and furs
Medicine mantra, Sky raining sand
Catch me, catch me…if you can
It’s no riddle or mystery
Teach your children history
Your Vegetable mind is blistering
Teach your children history
In truth there is much victory
Teach your children history
Your vegetable mind is blistering
It’s no riddle or mystery
One step in front by a hair on my head
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Once upon the road
I searched for home
Only to find
Enemy fire and land mines
Crackling bones, embers drift
Absolution over… with the
Blinding sun in your eyes
You reach for me
Cherry pick your darkest desires
I’m rotten, bruised..expired
Like Ripe fruit for the wicked
I’m hanging now on your every word, pick me, pick me…
Like Ripe fruit for the wicked!
Little demons scatter everywhere
Running amuck without a care
Temptress is on my trail
Unrelenting without fail
So quickly now the beauty fades
Tranquility declared deceased
With the blinding sun in your eyes
You reach for me
Run boy run
From your shadow
Cross your heart and hope to die
Merry go round the black abyss
The cold embrace, the serpent kiss
Low end doom and unrelenting
Postulate the bitter ending
Dream state mauling, distant calling
Echoes across the hellscape
The future means absolutely nothing to me
The future means nothing to me
The future means absolutely nothing
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Body thieves, emotionless void
Insentient being, subservient droids
They walk among us, invading and waiting
They walk among us, hunting and stalking
There is beauty in control
There is grace in symmetry
A whisper like a hurricane
Unrelenting madness
Halcyon days are over
Bringing your weakness to the surface
Halcyon days are over, as
Chasms in the psyche emerge
Hunt the flesh
Own the flesh
Kill the flesh
Eat the flesh
Behold the wrath of the masters curse!!
A simulation ruled by the sadist lizard hordes!
Shapeshifting, reptilian, overlords
They arrived in the dead of night
Traveling silent at the speed of light
Dopamine cloud showers raining down
On a quiet unsuspecting town
Blood streams and a piles of bones
Grave danger we’re no longer alone
Without warning the Aliens birth an
Infestation the will swallow the earth
Take me, take me to your leader
Ungodly infestation, terror unmatched
Snakes eating snakes, rats eating rats
Ready or not, here they come!
Ready or not, they are coming for you!
Absolute madness, when will it end?
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9. |
Mrs. Gore
05:01
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Those silver bells, in simpler times
Would ring out like children laughing
Those golden bells, on calmer days
Were like a church choir singing softly
The future was full of promises
Many made, many kept
In silence they slept peacefully
Before the children wept
What no one knew
The binds came unglued
Then the trust was frayed
With bonds broken and betrayed
Joy to despair
The brazen bells
Cold blooded, free wheeling
Scorned southern belle
Poor Mrs. Gore, such a tragedy
You always had such a beautiful family
Now in pieces, laid out and butchered
Poor Mrs. Gore, such a tragedy
Out for vengeance
The tables turned
In the bitter end with an axe
Poor Mrs. Gore
She got 3 whacks and on the floor And then before all was said and done
Candy gave her 38 more
And then the wine turned sour
And our supper decayed
You lit the fire and scorched the days
Crackling, burning up the calendar page
It’s all so very strange
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