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SICK JOKE
07:45
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confusion's taken over me
lost in the wreckage and drowning in the deep
does all of this build to a crushing punchline?
or is the solution just to grow a fucking spine?
let me know if this is all a joke
because at this point I can't tell
who the fuck do you think you're kidding?
or do you now believe yourself?
like a terminal illness
to a suicidal man
it's all that I wanted
but not how I wanted it
across my width and breadth
laughter dies a death
oh it's nothing but a failsafe
if the lock breaks
if the lion wakes
in the den
so wash your hands clean
purge the stale dream
drowned in the piss stream
in the end
the lights are on
but there's no one home
it's all part of my sick joke
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2. |
BLACK HEARTS
08:31
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out from you grows a secondary shadow
one not quite so innocent, it would seem
now a nightmare is spawned from your actions
the actions of a man trapped in a fleeting dream
now I'm your silhouette
your Chelsea grin
made me a testament
to your every sin
life on your own again
that must be hard
but that's what happens when
you breathe life into this black heart
oh how the tables have turned
I've burned off my bruises and I've
cut out my burns
give me conformation
give me a sign
give me a reason to believe you
this time
the colour of cowardice
you slam yourself shut
a yellowing fabric
that begs to be cut
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3. |
SLEEPER AGENT
06:20
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distorted naturally
to an unnatural degree
I could tell you wanted more
by the way you wore your misery
I'll swerve my jagged path
across your shifting seas
never has creation birthed
such an end to all it's means
I am your black mirror
your twisted, jaded shape
I am the evolution
that you can't bare to face
show me your venom skin
and I'll show you my prison
promise me sweet release
and I'll give you a reason
drop to a finding halt
as you gradually slow
trying to match my steadfast pace
when I'm better off left alone
so you leave me behind back here
and you run off ahead
but I'm standing motionless
because I'm better off dead
chew me up and spit me out
and show me what you're worth
I'll get the last fucking laugh
as I fill your mouth with dirt
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4. |
OLD WOUNDS
07:25
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speak in tongues and innuendos
since there's no turning back
weaponise your grief so cryptically
and turn my whole world black
I held no hands but I held oaths
for which you never cared
now I'm wondering how a knowing grin
could have you running scared
I saw past the shapes and flashing lights
I wasn't bothered by the gore
so spit your venom and slit your wrists
it doesn't mean anything anymore
you pried it all from my cold dead grasp
in such a heartfelt theft
I feel so jaded; hollow; black
there's nothing fucking left
YOUNG BRIDE
NEW GROOM
FRESH BLOOD
OLD WOUNDS
YOUNG BRIDE
NEW GROOM
FRESH BLOOD
OLD WOUNDS
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5. |
SCHADENFREUDE
07:36
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manufactured enemies
and a cold but longing grasp
remorse has left you broken
hostility is the cast
face up to all you've caused
the grief in the eyes of men
take it in, all you've wrought
through every whore you've been
shifting, changing, but stays the same
it's how you've always been
I am your retribution
now suffer onto me
you can barely fucking speak
you don't get it
you're just a mutt on a leash
fucking pathetic
so I stand here raised and battered
I've been cut up and burnt
but I'm kept alive by seething rage
and you haven't fucking learned
FORGET THE AMBULANCE
I'LL SEND YOU HOME IN A BOX
manufactured enemies
and a cold but longing grasp
remorse has left you broken
hostility is the cast
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS THAT I
HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT
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6. |
BEHIND THE EYES
09:57
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why do I always feel like I'm watching myself
from the other side of the glass
I'm surviving on impulse and instinct
this twisted charade won't last
I fought for much of my time
to kill the predicable cliche
but in my futile efforts
I've only wrought disarray
if I knew now
what I'm going to learn in time
I could save myself the effort
and a death behind the eyes
I'm no figure of liberty
no man means any more to me
ever get that sinking feeling?
if I knew now
what I'm going to learn in time
I could save myself the effort
and a death behind the eyes
there's blood on the walls
but at least your hands are dry
you might look clean
but the same doesn't go for inside
now it's a total eclipse
I'm pulling ahead
I hope you live your life knowing
that you'd be better off dead
I fought for much of my time
to kill the predicable cliche
but in my futile efforts
I've only wrought disarray
fractals spiralling all around
but at last my fragile mind has crawled through
almost unscathed
yet completely deranged
lost in a lonely constrast
survival's a must
but what's worth the pain of existence
when gold's become rust?
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7. |
Deathbeds
06:44
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spare me the doubt
spare me the misery
Death's great black hand
shall grace me eventually
the only difference is
that I have to live with it
spare me the doubt
spare me the misery
Death's great black hand
shall grace me eventually
the only difference is
that I have to live with it
doom me with feeling
curse me with thought
if there is a God
he knows not what he wrought
spare me the doubt
spare me the misery
Death's great black hand
shall grace me eventually
I don't want a heaven
or eternal bliss
I've briefly tasted existence
and I'm already sick of it
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8. |
loathe
05:49
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soaked and drowned
in a sea of spite
makes it hard for me
to see the light
I see parts of myself
still littered in you
I hate that you hold them
and I hate them in myself too
the venom drips from your silver tongue
but you still don't dare to lie, and tell me I'm wrong
so now I know what this was all about
you saw a light in my eyes
and you snuffed it out
spout your shit elsewhere
you're not welcome here
binge, purge, then regret
until there's nothing left
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9. |
wither
05:37
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I'm so worn
beyond my age
every snap spirals
into fits of rage
because in my head
only depression thrives
the pain is the only sign
I'm still alive
under the surface
I'm just an empty shell
I've quickly grown worthless
existence is my prison cell
I'm so worn
beyond my age
every snap spirals
into fits of rage
because in my head
only depression thrives
the pain is the only sign
I'm still alive
set me free
erase me
under the surface
I'm just an empty shell
I've quickly grown worthless
existence is my prison cell
under the surface
I'm just an empty shell
I've quickly grown worthless
existence is my prison cell
cut me off
cast me away
though my flesh remains intact
my mind decays
left to my own devices
I'll dig my own grave
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10. |
scum
03:13
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rot
nothing more
rot
to your core
what
is there left?
what
could I expect?
from you
turn
run
traitor
scum
kick
kick and scream
no one's listening
turn
run
traitor
scum
so
it never ends
your treacherous ideals descend
so try
try in vain
to scapegoat me again
turn
run
traitor
scum
keep on
continue
this way
no depth, for you, is too far
keep on
continue
this way
live like the scum that you are
keep on
continue
this way
no depth, for you, is too far
keep on
continue
this way
live like the scum that you are
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11. |
frailure
08:25
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if you're looking for letdowns
look no further than I
and watch your ambitions
shrivel and die
like some kind of frail glass sculpture
I crack and I split
and I shatter and fragment
and all goes to shit
no good ever comes of me
believe me, I've tried
but shed no tear for me
my own eyes are dry
I care not for upholding banners
or meeting your every unfair standard
I will not be a sign of the time
I'll die alone, but I'll die with a spine
there are smiles on the faces
of these mindless drones
each one of them property
somebody owns
with false songs and promises
force-fed till you choke
while all of your dreams
seem to go up in smoke
I'm hateful and bitter
and there's no better way
to keep myself crimson
while your whole world fades grey
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12. |
coping methods
08:50
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they told me time would heal
and this hurt would fade
but this pain I feel
won't go away
I want to be my old self
just for a while
maybe then I could manage
to fake a fucking smile
so I kick and scream
I push and shove
because I know
your ego outgrew my love
and I still can't bear
to see your face
because the one who wore it once
has been replaced
your putrid scent still lingers here
this place reeks of regret and fear
a shrine to the callous, to the obtuse
a testament to your abuse
do I hate myself?
or do I hate you?
or is this some kind of fucked up feeling
that's outgrown me too?
I miss those days
when I could hold you close
and my rage-fuelled fits
were just thorns on a rose
a small dent in me
but I was still whole
a complete human being
until you left me cold
in the black of night
I'd be lying awake
then a blinding light
and the bed would vibrate
so I'd open my eyes
and I'd check the phone
I'd see your name and smile
because I knew I wasn't alone
but those days are dead
dead as can be
dead as I am inside
dead as you are to me
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The Subterranean Death Cult.
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