1. |
La Rose de Fer
00:32
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2. |
A Scarlet Gash
04:20
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Your visage is tattooed inside my eyelids!
A vision so sweet I could fucking choke to death.
When you bruised my heart you left behind a fragment.
Take that fucker out and finish the god damned job!
Take my life…
Take my skin…
Take my spirit…
Take away my sin!
Scarlet gashes upon my skin.
Symphony of slit wrists for you!
End my life? You should take my soul, too!
This fucking flesh never meant a thing!
Carnal meat draped on a skeleton of shit!
If I keep eating, I’ll find your rotten center.
Coughing on the pieces of your painting.
Suffocate me now, you vile piece of shit!
Take my life…
Take my skin…
Take my spirit…
Take away my sin!
Scarlet gashes upon my skin.
Symphony of slit wrists for you!
End my life? You should take my soul, too!
This fucking flesh never meant a thing!
The dance of skeletons in the boneyard.
A ritual that I’m so sick of repeating.
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3. |
Etheria
05:14
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I wish I could be the saint of your heart.
But if you slice me apart you will find tar.
The blackest nothing you ever saw.
Pouring from your fingers.
Brace yourself for nothing.
It soon will collapse on you.
And when you cry for a reprieve.
Nothing will save you.
This is nothing
This is nothing.
This is nothing.
This your god!
When you caress the sky itself.
A blanket of clouds and the void.
When you find your god,
Will he be waiting for you?
Or now he won’t.
Because he waits for the energy
Of a thousand suns.
Of a thousand nothings.
This is nothing
This is nothing.
This is nothing.
This your god!
Fucking the corpse of a thousand galaxies!!!
Fucking the corpse of a thousand galaxies!!!
Fucking the corpse of a thousand galaxies!!!
Fucking the corpse of a thousand galaxies!!!
This is nothing
This is nothing.
This is nothing.
This your god!
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4. |
Lips Covered in Ash
05:50
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I wish I could show you how I really feel,
But the thing of it is that you don’t deserve this pain.
I’m so sick and tired of walking in circles…
This used to be our mind, but now it’s just a graveyard.
My fingers touch your lips. A residue.
It’s not the fire, but the burns themselves…
I wish I could make you understand.
I wish you were here with me now.
When you put me out to dry in the dust,
It was the dust that reclaimed me so quickly.
A touch, a texture, and a taste.
I’d rip out my lungs for you to breathe your last breath.
Emptiness and emptiness and emptiness and emptiness inside.
My fingers touch your lips. A residue.
It’s not the fire, but the scars from the burns….
I wish I could make you understand.
I wish you were here with me at this point in time...
I’m dying without you!
Save me? Why would you?
Everything fell apart on me. I’m just too stupid to notice the rubble.
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5. |
Rose Oil
05:06
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Her lips made promises her heart couldn’t keep.
She was the crop for the rider, a darkness.
I feel your claws in my heart,
I begged you to let me feel your claws.
Make me suffer as I deserve.
I didn’t deserve you, but you fucking promised.
And now I am the waste.
And now I am the exit wound.
If I were less of a coward,
My slit wrist would be a promise,
But I couldn’t keep it.
I couldn’t be your icon.
Forever was an eternity away,
Somehow I still squandered it.
I raised too many fucking
gods,
When the only one that matters is you.
Lord over me with your scent,
I still remember your smell,
You are the ghost of my cadaver…
You are my ghost.
If I were less of a coward,
My slit wrist would be a promise,
But I couldn’t keep it.
I couldn’t be your icon.
Hold me close,
You are my truest apocalypse,
You are all of the promises,
That I promised to myself.
And now that you’re gone.
I will strain forever,
Against the weight of a thousand gods.
I strain….
Forever.
If I were less of a coward,
My slit wrist would be a promise,
But I couldn’t keep it.
I couldn’t be your icon.
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6. |
Confined
03:55
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Embrace your inner cage.
Take a step on the vacant stage.
I hear the kids think it’s all the rage.
But don’t you think it’s getting tired and old?
One step forward and one step back,
The routine dressed up in black.
In this cell, the organs that you lack,
Are the ones that you never really needed.
Your inner voice is the only one that counts.
He’s the only one that will always be there.
When the flesh is all withered and dry,
Who do you think will keep you company?
Fineries of the best sort on your frame,
It’s not your friends that define your fame,
An endless parade, that is the game.
I don’t think I can do this anymore.
The time will come when you need a friend,
Scour the bones so the skin we can rend.
Emptiness is the only thing that will never end,
I bet we could get out if we could just find the key…
Your inner voice is the only one that counts.
He’s the only one that will always be there.
When the flesh is all withered and dry,
Who do you think will keep you company?
Dream a little dream…
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7. |
Testicult
03:31
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Look at what my dick can do!
I wonder what my balls will do?
Wrapped up in a thin skin,
Offended and yet so offensive.
Look how necessary I am!
Like you really fucking matter?
Shut the fuck up with your rhetoric,
Indoctrinated cock and balls!
This is our testicult!
A testament to the testicular!
Look at all the places it can go!
Blunted and yet razor sharp.
Lording over all of time.
Look at this trick I learned.
Testies to the left and testies to the right.
I feel like I’m being tested.
Dangly little dick done destroyed,
Civilization for all!
This is our testicult!
A testament to the testicular!
This is the cult of testosterone!
This is our testicult!
A testament to the testicular!
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8. |
Slaughter House
03:52
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Sing to the stars.
Sing to the saints of nothing.
Sing me a song.
Sing to me of the wastelands.
I hear your voice in me.
I hear your vacant promises.
I hear your grand being.
But I’m not listening!
Take my soul
To the bottom of your ghost.
Open your mouth.
Open your sermon.
Open the beast.
Open the ghost of leviathan.
Sealed with a kiss.
Sealed with a hate.
Sealed with doom,
What’s inside the envelope today?
Take my soul
To the bottom of your ghost.
Do you know the voice of god?
Does it fall on deaf ears?
Spread your fingers among the guts,
Feel intestines in your hands,
Feed the beast inside your mind,
Death is his loving kiss.
Of the finality of god:
Embrace your dead sprit,
In here, you will find peace.
Fuck your victories.
Take my soul
To the bottom of your ghost.
Do you know the voice of god?
Does it fall on deaf ears?
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9. |
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Who am I kidding?
The end doesn’t come fast enough.
I don’t deserve you.
I’m so fucking sorry!
But the things I do are lies I tell myself.
I’m too selfish for anyone that matters.
I should apologize for being me.
But here we fucking are.
I’m so sorry for existence.
I’m a rotten corpse.
There is no god,
But what we made.
From the bottom of my heart.
I care for you.
But I’m fucking shitty at showing it.
You deserve the best.
But I’m the slime trail
Salt and hate and ignorance.
Plus just fucking kill me.
I’m so fucking sorry.
I’m so sorry for existence.
I’m a rotten corpse.
There is no god,
But what we made.
The energy that is me.
Is nothing but a Lie.
Kiss me goodbye.
I’m sorry for the mess.
So sorry for being me.
You deserve better,
But all you got was me.
Obviously there is no god.
I’m so sorry for existence.
I’m a rotten corpse.
There is no god,
But what we made.
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10. |
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I feel like the point of existence
The point is lost on me.
I can’t satisfy myself,
But I can’t make anyone else happy.
So what the fuck is the point?
Why the fuck am I still here?
The empty place in my chest,
Is a barren place indeed.
If you were to remove my meat,
You’d find only bone.
The nothing is me.
The nothing that was you.
Cand7y canes and absolved spice.
Skin cells reaching out for nothing.
Break my flesh against your shores.
The boat breaks the tide.
Nothing is the shape of you.
But inside me? A broken hoper.
I pray that would you pray form me.
There’s nothing inside.
Break my heart.
Break my heart.
Break my heart.
Break my soul.
If you were to remove my meat,
You’d find only bone.
The nothing is me.
The nothing that was you.
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11. |
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We’re here to fight! We’re here to kill!
In a battle unending, we will continue on.
Bring on the war! Bring on the hate!
Violence is the only way forward!
Don’t shoot until you see the whites of his eyes.
Pull the trigger and stop the monster.
Once and for all!
Destroy his land. Stop the supplies!
Rape his women, kill his gods!
We’ll take a stance, we’ll take a stand.
Forward we march, into the fields.
Don’t shoot until you see the whites of this eyes.
Pull the trigger and stop the monster.
Once and for all!
Feed in the bloody fields!
We’re here to fight! We’re here to kill!
In a battle unending, we will continue on.
I bet you don’t even see it.
The enemy is in me.
Waging a battle,
To destroy myself.
Wouldn’t it be nice,
If I weren’t here?
Destroy me now,
I beg of you, please!
Feed in the Bloody Fields!
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12. |
Chicken on a Hot Plate
05:11
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I’m too much of a chicken,
To cut myself where it counts.
Instead all you get to see,
Is a puppet without a master.
Dance a little jig for you.
Shower me with your coin.
Don’t worry kids, it’s just an act!
The blood you see isn’t really mine.
Say hello to the ghosts for me,
I know you’re always watching.
I bet you thought I’d be dead by now.
Well god dammit, so did I!
Am I a poltergeist or just a demon?
I’m neither, just a bag of shit.
Settled in the peace of a thousand words.
Nova or supernova?
Don’t worry kids, it’s just an act!
The gore you see belongs to the chicken.
Say hello to the ghosts for me,
I know you’re always watching.
But will you answer me this time?
Drunken and broken hearted,
This is not my ideal life.
The choices I made were all fucking wrong,
Wrong in such a right way.
I’m too conceited,
To appreciate what I have.
So all that you are left with,
Is this bag of shit.
Say hello to the ghosts for me,
I know you’re always watching.
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13. |
Just Like an Angel
05:32
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The weight of a thousand winds.
Blow my soul into Thanaton.
Braced against the empty casket.
Collapse, fall, and disintegrate.
My nothingness is your shroud.
Pieces of me flap in the breeze.
Shred me apart like god.
A taste like black magic.
Just like an angel,
You promised so much,
But here we are.
Touching infinity with our bare hands.
The fates of a thousand stars.
Glowing in the emptiness in our soul.
Press the rhythm into blackness.
Repeat all of the lies that brought us here.
You can’t see it now….
Just like an angel,
You promised so much,
But here we are.
Touching infinity with our bare hands.
You’re just like an angel.
Break apart,
Shattered in the storm.
You blow me away.
Nothing is my peace.
Find me here.
You can’t see me.
Won’t find me here.
You left me all alone!
Just like an angel,
You pinned back my wings…
Just like an angel,
You promised so much,
But here we are.
Touching infinity with our bare hands.
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14. |
King Phillip
03:56
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Turn your back on humanity.
When pushed in the corner.
We tried so hard
We tried so fucking hard.
But when the knife twisted
We had no other choice.
Tried so fucking hard,
But all that was left was war.
This is what you get,
For trusting them.
This is what you get,
For having faith in humanity.
Give them everything they want,
They’ll still ask for more.
When all that’s left is life itself,
They’ll repay you with disease.
Carve a cross upon your chest,
You’re still just a heathen.
Humans weren’t meant for compassion,
Slaughter them like the cattle they are.
This is what you get,
For trusting them.
This is what you get,
For having faith in humanity.
They have a bone to pick with you.
Unfortunately, the bone is from you.
This is what you get,
For trusting them.
This is what you get,
For having faith in humanity
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15. |
Inverted Ribcage
04:20
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I bet if we cut apart and look inside,
Deep in there we will find a spirit.
Ghosts and goblins and other pagan shit,
Where the hell is that Jesus guy anyway?
Bend the elbows, bend the knees, fold the hands,
In bed you rest, but your soul upended,
Twist your eyes around and look inside.
The breath is fire, a smell like life.
Drop down to the floor,
Bend with the wind,
Turn in the breeze,
Burn like a bush.
You’re not a bad person but your beliefs smell bad.
“You don’t have to go to hell if you don’t want to.”
Try not to laugh on your way to righteousness,
Try not to laugh, you piece of shit.
Thy will be done on earth,
But you forgot about your heaven!
Heresy breeds heresy,
Holier than thou? More like holier than hell!
Drop down to the floor,
Bend with the wind,
Turn in the breeze,
Burn like a bush.
Fingers in the shape of a cross,
Blinding me in all the right places.
From the pedestal you fall the furthest,
To the ground and into oblivion.
Your hell is my nonexistence.
Face it like you face a lion.
If you turn your head fast enough,
You will see the stage on which we perform.
Drop down to the floor,
Bend with the wind,
Turn in the breeze,
Burn like a bush.
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16. |
Matriarch
04:04
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Peer through the veil.
You too shall witness what is not eternal.
Embrace her and tell her you love her.
For tomorrow she won’t be here.
She’s the beautiful ghost.
She is your pedestal.
But when her body falls, so will you.
I’ll miss you when you’re no longer corporeal.
I came from your flesh.
You buried me and I sprouted,
From the newborn yolk,
You saw me into nonexistence.
You pushed and pushed and pushed,
You made me sturdy.
A rock to rival a foundation,
It’s not your fault I crumbled.
Death is coming for us all,
But why does it have to come after you?
It’s not a race to the finish line,
I resent your head start.
I came from your flesh.
You buried me and I sprouted,
From the newborn yolk,
You saw me into nonexistence.
Matriarch
You shouldn’t have to die!
So why the fuck are you?
I think you’re doing it just to piss me off,
You always were the fucking expert.
Dead and buried!
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17. |
Nervosa
03:40
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The grains of sand,
Against the tides.
Senses on fire for you.
Boiling in the absence of air.
But I’d give it all up,
For even a single moment.
I’d turn the earth against the sun,
Enemy of time itself.
Without your scent, I am a waste.
Absent tones on an empty wind.
You’d think I’d be used to it by now.
But time doesn’t make it any easier.
Standing alone in a wasteland,
Nothing but us.
Your eyes, your eyes, your goddamned eyes.
Solemnity gazing in them.
It’s too late for that now.
All I have is cognitive dissonance.
Fill in the gaps in your heart,
But it’s only so much filler.
Without your scent, I am a waste.
Absent tones on an empty wind.
You’d think I’d be used to it by now.
But time didn’t make it any easier.
It’s not your vessel,
It’s not the container,
It’s not the shell,
My love, it’s the energy inside.
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18. |
Le Chateau de Cristal
03:06
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Age of Endarkenment Killeen, Texas
So why the name change? Whore was a moniker that was autobiographical, but it was descriptive of a different me. So what's left for the old Whore? Bitter resentment toward the species. Loathing. A fascination with the way deities come and go throughout history. Now that the Enlightenment is over, a new age has arrive; an Age of Endarkenment. ... more
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