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could you say to me
what I need
like a dream
falling softly
caressing
like razors
you
promise me everything
settle for nothing
take me away
take my breath away
to our new home
the gates are closed
the king he sits on a throne
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bleeding ankles drool leaving streaks of a life
not empty but in part lacking
poison the knife
then twist and pull
yourself together
all of your might
you’ll never get out
once black knots have been taut
you’ll never breath again
in the house of the LaVey
more!
i’ve got a roof
i’ll get you keys
i’ll burn your bridges and see what bleeds
more and more and more
i’m always taking
form and scorn and born
from everything that
seems more
all we’ll ever do
is disappoint you
if ever i chew
everything is fading now
all my friends seem so excal
everyone is fogging how
all bite friends leem so renowned
every cow fizz flogging pow
paul fight benz redeem the found
lost to the sea
feel like nothing
all you can see
looks like nothing
and it feels like nothing
i hope you know
the mistletoe
burned
burned
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BURN THE OIL!
02:31
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misuse of all my strength
i think i kissed you
chain you down
maybe kicked you
falter out
i just miss you
everybody heard
i’ve got issues
never known how
to break into
tribal ceremony
touch tissue
to your face
sucking malt
to the face
i lift you up just to mend the ground
tall flights of stars that i’ll reign down
they told me once to thank my stock
then they warned me twice about the chalk
and i’ve never been one to over sail
under jail
burn the bail
leeches stick
and wonder where
the gun is hid
burnin bridges that ever lead back
burn the oil to take you back
now and then it seems like you wanna go
never know when you’d return or you’re seein so
i just can’t trust you even though the stakes are low
the blow got me feelin morose and
my fever glow
packed in
burning
changing
lying
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RED INK / SILVER CLOUDS
06:11
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initiate the barrage
prying judges ignite
what they write could withstand
the corpses covered in sand
could she ever break free
a child of wealth
and the middle of three
they looked scared
the takers of care
any malfeasance is a grievance
to the chair that
resides up upon the crib
if ever there was hate
disbanded under silver plate
printing pressing the face
dripping scarlet ink
your happy home is a lie
cause your daughter to die
did she choose to go free
a child of love
and a favorite of three
they did well
the takers of care
any malfeasance is forgiveness
in the home that
loved her and all she dreamed
if ever there was doubt
disbanded under silver clouds
they ask why
a product of her entitlement
a savior to the confinement
a promise of settlement
a need for atonement
spin this shit
over and over and
rake it in
under the yellow bridge
invasion
of the only home that she knows
mutilate
portraits of crippling faux
do you want to be shoveled
i bet you love to shovel
your fucking stupid pity
save that shit for the others
burn, run
better run
burning fast
the only stash
poise and task
to cut and kill
the silver cloud
ever proud
of getting out
you suck and spill
your guts with pills
worry still
dying thrill
of running off
and getting hitched
and getting left
without a head
for dead
you’re dead and alone
we’re buying stones
reciting poems
in the name of a name that was taken too soon
and you’ll never grow old but I promise to you
vengeance survives the coup
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PAINTED BLACK WINDOWS
04:27
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and you'll always sing this song until your throat bleeds
world demanding best abilities
it cuts the deepest lines, your face would see
and it's a callous hand
leather skin destiny
smash all your painted black windows
and rusted hinges that sealed your doors
these low ceilings and sinking floors
you can't stay here anymore
we'll burn it down real slow
you feel the weight of waiting alone
and picking up slack that's not your own
but who're you gonna laugh with
at all your bad jokes
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6. |
ACROSS THE ACHERON
05:32
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do you feel like
tired eyes shy
away from all you’ve ever learned
all you’ve ever yearned
all you’ve ever earned
always seem to grow but
all the time alone in
all your moral foam
old and tired from
always spewing poem
owing devils slum
all the iron goes
out your idle home
sinking idols dome
always keen to run
never burning though
carry your woes on out to the tree
lay your weary works down for everyone to see
so now we go and live among the stars
wonder what we’ve done and recoil in tar
everything before made everything that came
everyone who came has always been the same
i try and i try to do what’s right
ever reaching clouds of silver
it’s a nice dream
but i never really got there
every time i screamed
i was still stuck here
don’t you realize
doesn’t matter what you ever did
still sunk with the bottom guy
he spent his whole life fucking you
your headdress a clot of black flies
and now we know
the depths that we go
when we love
when we love each other
sing for the gone
for the dead
apart of myself i regret
always true
never new
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