1. |
Four Shrines
06:07
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Seven years it was
without signs of fear
Only to come back
nothing but crystal clear
Fifteen suns around
fulfilling god’s ways
I curse that bastard to death
Altogether... fuck life
Pharyngitis and fever
slime in throat, aching head
Hallucinating mama’s boy
changing fetal positions
Black smoke that is godly
or the disease itself
The necromancer, abstract
foul shadow that strangles
Will never forgive
will never live
Knives in the skin feel alive
Then a fall in tarantula hive
Searing iron burns in the face
Searing iron burns in the face
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2. |
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He’s got the suicide eyes
climbing up alone by night
Hanging on the narrow edge
wearing his crown of suffering
Crown of suffering
Barbed wire chain reactions
Ripples lead to fractures
Heavy rain calls the worms out
Hypnotic lines on asphalt
Can’t ride on a rotting horse
on this road that plunges down
Unable to change the course
You wield the crown
You’ve seen too much
Been struck down
one too many times
Imposing your hurt
on those
who cannot read between the lines
between the lines
read between the lines
between the lines
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3. |
Homecoming
05:17
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Uneasy surroundings
Death nesting the room
Pale eyes are full of fear
House became a tomb
Violent change in wind
Nothing what it used to be
All those hours of sleep
Awake too tired to speak
Are the last things we share
At least I know you care
Violent change in wind
Nothing what it used to be
Destroyed these years away
Better place you were in
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4. |
Tunnel Guard
03:22
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White foam
drop from the highs
Blasting through
streets to my eyes
5 AM molesting
frost-clad fingers
Double nineties denim
young pretty singers
Lead them the darker way
A ghoul’s face staring
in the roses
Last fall and its
insanity causes
Was creeping and waiting
waiting for me
Instead of me
it took him
Lead them the darker way
Wouldn’t dare
another step
Neither to dark
tunnel ahead
Neither towards your alluring smell
Snow is slowing me down again
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5. |
White Animal
05:52
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Killer clowns on the loose
of jet black woods in fall
White animal needs the thrills
of jet black woods in fall
Sounds die in the trees
Strangling dark, feel my heat
Someone knows I’m here
Someone sees I’m here
Around, through forbidden rocks
Dark circle in the middle of our way
Hail this september equinox
Dark circle in the middle of our way
Sounds die in the trees
Strangling dark, feel my heat
Someone knows I’m here
Someone sees I’m here
Killer clowns on the loose
of jet black woods in fall
White animal needs the thrills
of jet black woods in fall
Sounds die in the trees
Strangling dark, feel my heat
Someone knows I’m here
Someone sees I’m here
White animal
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6. |
Tadens Tolthe
06:35
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Alone in the crypt, a dark haired face
You are inside my molten brain, afraid
You’re inside my molten brain
Guts to the wall and giving the eye
Creeping away and living the lie
It is I who’s gonna die
inside my molten brain
Old and wise flesh colored tiles
Warm piss through my brain files
Engineered shemales whining
Between my fingers my life is sliding
Lust for solitude builds up a dome
I don’t want to go home, to go home anymore
In the corner there’s someone waiting
but nothing else makes me feel
I’m getting sick in these empty chairs
Keep on going, no one cares
Lust for solitude builds up a dome
I don’t want to go home, to go home anymore
Alone in the crypt, a dark haired face
You’re inside my molten brain
Guts to the wall and giving the eye
Creeping away and living the lie
In the corner there’s someone waiting
But nothing else makes me feel
I’m getting sick in these empty chairs
Keep on going, no one cares
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7. |
Blossom
05:16
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Ride in the dark beneath my feet
Attracting arch too much for me
The house is swarming of teenage meat
One of them is still awake, one has aching needs
Two hours of driving around trading herpes
Foul clashing teeth, insecure hands sweating
The first real head, the first hand throttle
The hair that stinks besides the graveyard
There’s a wire in the gash that the devil is using
Forgot what it was like to spread your skin
Two hours of driving around trading herpes
Foul clashing teeth, insecure hands sweating
Every lutheran denies your intrauterine device
The first real head, the first hand throttle
The hair that stinks besides the graveyard
There’s a wire in the gash that the devil is using
Forgot what it was like to spread your skin
Every lutheran denies your intrauterine device
One wants to leave and is still awake
The house is swarming of teenage meat
Attracting arch too much for me
Ride in the dark beneath my feet
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8. |
Soul Stained Glass
04:15
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No one could see the distant fume
We’re fifteen and I want to maim and use
To smoke and burn and hide from life
Stop crying and stab their eyes with their lies
Like teachers draw their truth on chalkboard
Soul stains on glass call out for lord
Behind the school and the God’s house
Crosses and pentagrams made us aroused
made us aroused
Like teachers draw their truth on the chalkboard
Drawings in glass call out for the one lord
Like teachers draw their truth on the chalkboard
Drawings in glass call out for the one lord
I’m fifteen and I want
to maim and vandalize
to smoke and to burn
to hide from life
HIDE
LIFE
I drew my soul in glass
I drew my soul in glass
I drew my soul in glass
I drew my soul in glass
No class
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9. |
Pale Hunter
06:51
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Horizon’s a razorblade
that makes her bleed
This is the Kali Yuga
for you and me (and him)
The air in the womb is still
Pockets empty
Recollecting thoughts
The coffee’s getting cold
Never been through this part of the city
Never felt so alive
He saw the summer as a prediction
but in the fall spat venom in every direction
Pale hunter
Rope gleams in their eyes
Old cabin in the wild
The rents are rising
The frost reigns inside me
Pale hunter
Rug burn in your elbows
Like nothing happened it’s just “same old”
Psyche splintered, body scarred
Hold my breath ‘til I’m seeing stars
Pale hunter
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