1. |
Oxrum
05:45
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Let’s cut the throat of it...
we’ll take every piece of it,
and cut out it’s tongue
bright calm blue
all the way through
let’s gouge it’s fucking eyes out
the signs are surrounding us
then off with it’s head
bright calm blue
all the way through
emptiness... a bright calm blue
soaking in, and sinking through
release me from my shackles and chains
so I can dig myself a shallow grave
deliver me into the dirt
so I can dig myself a shallow grave
deliverance in the dirt
now I can dig myself a shallow...
bright calm blue
all the way through
emptiness... a bright calm blue
soaking in, and sinking through
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2. |
Dead Lights
05:38
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Bleeding streets
the salt beneath my feet
the cut the smiles back
Chelsea grinned, my Art is bleak
suffering the Guillotine Queen
her Art is butchery
and only Agony is King
in her world only Agony is King...
so many people have an opinion
but none of it matters, cause...
so many people are talking
but no one’s fucking listening
and until you take the dose yourself
we’ll know that you’re just soliciting
cause only Agony is King...
Bleeding streets
the salt beneath my feet
the cut the smiles back
Chelsea grinned, my Art is bleak
suffering the Guillotine Queen
her Art is butchery
and only Agony is King
living in fiction on the spinning black light carousel
going in circles, nowhere fast except for hell
kill me, I’m in constant pain, the Dead Lights are driving me insane
kill me, I’m in constant pain, the Dead Lights...
All I see (is a mad God)
is madness in the mirror
All I see, is madness in the mirror
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3. |
Breather
08:14
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Roulette, roulette; it’s Russian Roulette
6 bulletes in the barrel won’t let you forget
Roulette, roulette; it’s Russian Roulette
the one in the chamber won’t fucking forget
I’m not the devil
but it feels like they are using me as prey
they are determined
to keep me locked away
they say, that I’ve become detached
that I lack regard for the living
but they’ll never keep me from indulging
death is just a gift I’m into giving
tomorrow is but dust
so get in line, head down
while you burn with the rest of us
we bathe in Filth, Blood, and Rust...
gently seed your casualties
and watch you suffer...
anesthetized and paralyzed
in Death, Blood, and Rust
I’m not the devil
but it feels like they are using me as prey
they are determined
to keep me locked away
please, give me the grace of the guillotine
or grant me the elegance of a noose
I’ve drained myself dry, and I’m dead inside
around my neck’s the slipknot cause’ I like the abuse
Roulette, roulette; it’s Russian Roulette
6 bulletes in the barrel won’t let you forget
Roulette, roulette; it’s Russian Roulette
the one in the chamber won’t fucking forget
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4. |
Pill Crusher
03:21
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Some thing’s are better left dead...
reanimate me, this flesh confinement caught in falst autonomy
reanimate me, stitch me together so my broken limbs can swing
then cut my nerves out, so that I feel no pain
another lifeless body, drifting, lost without a name
some thing’s are better left dead...
bury your words in the dirt
if you can’t swallow them first...
with you alive, what’s your silence worth?
Parasitic to your soul
cut out your nerves and take control
something’s are better left dead...
Sacrifice... Sacrificial
Crusher... Grind em’ down
Pill Crusher...
better off dead
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5. |
Resurrectionist
07:25
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I offer no redemption
just a means to your end
I’ll be the last hand letting go
a still life for your descent
you’ll be left with nothing
as I leave without a trace
I take no shame in your unraveling
my calling is your ruin
to see your soul in flames
erased from existence...
the prescription of pain
is not the usual suspect
but don’t get me wrong...
I’m not above it
every single last wire
cuts through your vertebrae
nine inches of nail
speared into Spine
Dearest, I wouldn’t spare it a second thought
to disembowel and then disengage from your memory
My Dear, it would be more than a pleasure
it is necessary...
Resurrectionist
raising bodies, and digging up the pale face
I offer no redemption
just a means to your end
I’ll be the last hand letting go
a still life for your descent
you’ll be left with nothing
as I leave without a trace
I take no shame in your unraveling
God gave me no Grace...
my calling is your ruin
to see your soul in flames
erased from existence...
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6. |
Bleeder
06:54
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searching for the blood soaked Sun
loaded gyn, pressed against my soul
pull the trigger, leave the hole
blow away salvation, hope decays
Fear, they want to watch you swallow it
Pain, they want to watch you swallow it
Hatred, they want to watch you swallow it
indoctrination, they want to watch you swallow it
It’s painted in the sky, the scrolling crimson credits
to put you underneath
It’s cut in with a knife, the blade is sharp and shining
to make it sink in deep
screams ring out in silence
perpetual pain precedes my tears
fears come to life, family rots
the ties are severed, gone forever...
we got a bleeder...
false smiles, imbedded in stagnant apathy
can’t stop the bleeding
its rapidly killing me
hope is fading, fear engaging
drowning in blood, and swallow their teachings
Fear, they want to watch you swallow it
Pain, they want to watch you swallow it
Hatred, they want to watch you swallow it
indoctrination, they want to watch you swallow it
It’s painted in the sky, the scrolling crimson credits
to put you underneath
It’s cut in with a knife, the blade is sharp and shining
to make it sink in deep
6 feet deep, and I’m still locked and loaded...
Skry, the mirror
it shows you are alive
the body in the dark
will eviscerate the night
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DRIPWIRE Portland, Oregon
isolated neuroticism in audible form
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