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Intro
01:32
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Pigs Of Gluttony
02:59
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that night i hung myself to ticking clocks
dismembered, grinning; i could almost taste their fangs
far from the reach of dirty hands
that offer the legs, lungs and hearts of headless guitars
you're just feeding limbs to ticking clocks
did you not notice this banquet has no cutlery for us?
the reason may come as a shock but your 15 minutes are almost up.
but you'll dance to their beat, with the motions of stillness
the vultures will whisper sour obedience as they circle caged meat
all of a sudden you're 6 feet deep in escapist dreams
lets ride the tongues of fluent marketing schemes
lets put our angels all to sleep, pay for hounds to whistle our fantasies
it all makes sense if you'll just believe me
many have slept ever so peacefully inside these rented castles
on the asphalt of exploited dreams
in the belly of machines
so now we'll melt our faces into a sea of concrete,
we'll profess our love to these pigs of gluttony
who've never heard filthy hounds bark
loveless songs to rotting suns.
we'll spread our skin and melt our bones,
along freeways where your fog can't melt us all
you'll be missing limbs from straw men,
the day the blind understand their fame,
in the light they won't recognise your face,
in the night i won't ever trade your skull and teeth.
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Wallflowers
03:02
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pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our birth
the wallflowers were dust long before the picking.
it is time.
bring on in the bleak tied up in weathered sheets
meet me down this one way street
i'll dry my brain on window panes so i can operate under leafless trees
in parks come cemeteries, amidst shadows of lovers graves, you wouldn't believe what happened next.
my blind eye fell so hard that night, amidst the steam from gutters
these bones desired no turn, or dream, or hope for a you and me
i dried my soul so fucking much so i'd never feel this way
but the tallest trees in the deepest woods of a city where i met you
tried to mask fate in a blooming tree that would burn its own leaves
if it knew disgrace was etched in hope painted on the devils face
does this universe listen down our one way streets?
into hollow rooms that wreak of oblivion
or does this broken jaw ignore the flesh and heart torn from brittle bones?
and burn dry your bleeding yells down these one way streets?
everyone knows people like you and me bloom trees in hearts that don't breathe
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i was conceived from the same soil but grown through fury
to burn every part of you from my mind and body
you nailed my eyes to a fallen cross
one god sent forth to trivialise us all
one guy, 12 sheep, we're runnin' on empty
the wine is fermented, the meat is rotten
your spirit is willing but my flesh is tasteless
i now see nothing but evil eyes through an offbeat heart
i'll eat the eternal life right out of your son
i've drowned fate in a vat of my inward hell
there's nothing to escape there's nowhere to go we are always alone
i lit your angels on fire and let my demons run wild
i emptied hell so every devil could spread its wings
i'd rather erect happy endings from tainted soil and thoughtless lust
when their crooked teeth uttered hail Mary's inside the pews of their twisted caucus
stationed pulpits in courts and assemblies
is when the hearts of men tore through clouds and broke apart heaven
gods words fell and the wolves dined on hearts and souls that night
the sun will never rise, these nights will never die
despite this we still believe our prison is paradise
i'll re-write the chapter, to avoid further confusion
cause this fucking place is hell in gold leaf palaces
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chime along to me and hear all the inconsistencies of human feet.
we've gathered here amongst the seas you always swore you'd never meet
to fuck until we cease to matter, connectin' souls 'til the music dies
to wait and taste what sins i brought to kill the mood and hit the lights
the familiar chord you heard just before your world was set alight.
i dont trust myself with mounds of flesh in these unfamiliar waters
you can wrap them up in silhouettes, you can wait 'til we breathe together
but our reflections are just blurred regrets before we got the chance to slip
under blankets of white and black that drag us back
a reminder that these oceans will spit out what they can't eat
6pm i cling onto time and the imprecision of my dimensions
i won't scour the bed for the silhouettes the world has given up on
i've been sailing here for far too long painting tar on my lungs
killing time with revolving doors, forgetting them at every port
the salt no longer burns my skin, sometimes i wish it would.
someone teach me to sit still, someone teach me to care again.
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i hope you don't make it out alive,
all of the dissonance you supplied has finally cracked the pavement where we spread our souls
where we bet it all on a house of cards ready to fold and a crooked dealer with a mouth of gold
no-one will ever hear any of our songs, all their harmonies rot in the air trapped inside my lungs
i fucked with their keys and shackled them to dungeon floors.
fashioned a shovel out of broken hips and burnt cigars
smashed through the door to her room dripping 'i told you so'
from the buckets beneath my eyes
i was just choking her heart until it couldn't even bleed...
she never appreciates me
keep this heart close to your side, im gonna make it scream all goddamn night,
then i'm gonna slow cook its hide until hellbound chords leak from its thighs
2 years gone and your pulse fades on
Our teenage love died with the smog and the rain
I promise i held my head gently under the breaking waves
I promise that i'm not fucking sorry for a single fucking thing
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Can we pretend for just one moment that maybe 1 or 2 of your dreams involved me? That I happened to cross your mind when you were haunting mine? You stole all of my borrowed time, and then skipped over state lines dripping seconds behind. I’ll suck them in before they soak away. I owe the devil more than just my yesterdays. I seem to always get in predicaments like you. I guess there's no hope of ending this on a good note? Resolution was never a forte of your key. But I won't vow to catch you, I’ll gladly get right on my way, because the truth is a dead currency you use to imprison me. This is why I forfeit my right to extract my love from the bottom of your heart. I’d much rather pretend that for one of my seconds, I happened to cross your mind. My steady hands, they have a plan of sorts. There will be a bang to mute our whimpers. All you lucky girls can carry on living; the skin of your teeth won't hold you up forever
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Filthy Lucre
02:20
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so this is where we have ended up?
bathing in the white noise that fills the air around us
'til it chokes the life out of us...
'til it breeds its children inside us...
they sold us short just before they sold our souls
they boiled us down to a model on a chalkboard
how much more will it take until your down here with me kicking and screaming?
i'm starting to lose my mind and i'm blaming it on you this time
there's only so many ways to breathe air in this place
and i cant seem to get the hang of any one of them.
i'm sorry, but i've tried pretending and dissembling.
and every time i succumb to wishful thinking
your message is clear, it just doesn't make sense.
we are all doing wrong but it's nobodies fault?
all of our cures are just causing disease
and despite what we think we aren't entitled to anything
let alone happy endings
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If God Were Here
02:32
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i dance beyond the monuments and structures
i never wanted a horizon that would see a dawn
you'll be glad to know that i died blind and quiet.
your genius eclipsed me and your love song smothered on.
if god were here i'd imagine he'd be less than impressed
politely demanding an explanation for this fucking mess.
you've been wearing his shirt and acting suspicious ever since
you started hangin' kids from 33 story buildings.
your majesty you've gotta come down right now,
there must be a charge for the sewing of rotten seeds.
that little book ignited fear and hope... the latter you choked
you could of given it all, god knows we got enough
but this history is servitude and you're just fine with piling flesh.
if i were them i'd be wrapping up crosses in our flags and burning them both with pride on sacred land. I promise you that one day this will seep through your love songs and wreak havoc on the radio. Until then; turn up the volume, march on soldier, march on.
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around and around i go. trying to grind my dust into bones, trying to turn this ash into snow. this bathroom wall revealed the secrets of the world; appease our conscience and you can have our freedom. your characters lacked depth, there was no twist at the end. i can’t imitate this. we really should start getting serious about the task at hand. but i'm weak, corrupt, worthless and restless. but I never ever claimed to be anything different. I can’t live inside machines. I can’t just fall asleep. cause I pay in my dreams for what you did. that clock doesn't tick and renew it winds down and runs off, leaving us face to face with every right we bent wrong, it's really not a shame in anyway, that we got cut short on such a lovely day.
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It's Just The Abyss
03:21
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"take it away, bury it's head, i don't wanna hear from it again
if it tries to crawl out you have permission to dissemble its heart
it has no place here at the right hand of God
only the slickest con men with the key to our hearts"
it's just the abyss, it's just the abyss, it's just the abyss, and you're terrified of it.
Because you know if you knew it all you would have no-one else to blame, for why you hate your own reflection, your footsteps and the shadows you make.
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