1. |
Beloved
05:36
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The worst of us
Live forever
And the kindest souls
Are swallowed whole
By mouths in the floor
Young blood feeds the old money
Smell of new flesh on their breath
Feel their hands on your waist and chest
Creep the holes in your sunday dress
Incests burrowing
Under my skin
Under your skin
Devouring organs
Domination
It's their only languague
It's their only nature
Drag your skin across razors
I am not your prince charming
I am a long rope seeking necks
And this is not your magic kingdom
It's the hell between two deaths
And with a God like this
Who the fuck would want to exist?
A love of self-punishment
For the sake of my beloved family and friends
I hope all goes dark in the end
Blood on their hands
They welcome it
No, they worship it
They never sleep
And we serve in their waking dream
Ceremony knife cuts through a red night sky
Bull horns emerge to impale your first born
Headless bodies dumped in a lake of dead whores
Dance and dance away now
With all the rage
Of a thousand broken girls
Sweat and sweat now
Through your party shirt
In a biblical rebirth
You don't have to live if you don't wanna live
It's just I would much prefer if you did
You don't have to die if you don't wanna die
There still are worlds of love in your eyes
Countless worlds of love in your eyes
Put down the knife
I'll carry you back to our room
Where there are miles and miles of bedsheets
I'll softly tuck you in
I'd dig a hundred graves for you
And melt endless limbs
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2. |
Sandpaper
05:29
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I need somebody to fuck
From behind when I'm drunk
Leave and don't say "goodbye"
Walk home alone late at night
Open oceans of hurt
Trading cum for self-worth
Touch stove to fingers
You only feel when you're burnt
We don't have wants
We have needs
We need to see something bleed
Preferably something weak,
Beaten and diseased
We all need bodies to fuck
From behind when we're drunk
Eyes never should meet
Leave once it's complete
And nothing moves without lust
Old sin of the touch
Soaks up every thought
Drags the family to rot
And nobody weeps for a dead whore
Strangled
Hands cuffed to a headboard
Thoughts flood
Like her sweat drops
In the brothel
For starved
Carnivores
Anger was my favorite feeling
It was the rope
To the top of the well
Anger was my favorite feeling
It was the light
On the dungeon cell
I miss that hurt
We used to flood the earth
And scortch the skies
With stolen fire
Stroll down main street
And follow the river
Till the sewer drains emerge
That's where you'll find my body
Bloated and full of worms
You drown in an infinite crowd
But nobody wants you to pull them down
Oh no,
What a lonely way to die
What a lonely way to die
It's like you're watching yourself
Watch yourself
Alone in, alone in your room
Watch the door slam shut
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3. |
Group Home
04:49
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I am violence
I am death
I'm the voice in your head
When you
Slit your wrists
And I'm pissed
I am ski mask
I am rope
I'm the knife in your hand
When you
Slit your throat
And I'm close
I know you
Want your skin back
But you hurt somebody
Close to me
I know you
Want your body back
But you hurt somebody
Close to me
Get your skin back
Want your skin back?
Get your skin back
Want your skin back?
I wonder what it's like to feel what you feel
I just don't have the imagination to make it feel real
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4. |
Slumber Party
04:02
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Run away
The monsters are here
And they reek of lust
Cup your hands
And place over your ears
Hide in the cupboard
Snakes as long
As a hospital wait
Just like the nose
On your wooden, toy face
Snakes that hug
Like a psych ward coat
Squeezing the life
Out your budding red rose
Get out of this place
Before it's too late
Storm is underway
Can't stave off these snakes
Shaped like a noose
Stay with you always
Like childhood abuse
Devils
Haunting your throat
Scheming
Waiting
Salivating
Sexual violence
That's what they wanna see
Unspeakable violence
That's what they paid to see
Don't do what they say
If you do
You die anyway
Don't do what they say
If you do
You die in agony
And God never smiles
Coldest of cold parents
If he hates pleasure and sex
Then why make us of flesh?
And my old man said
"Keep your heart close to your chest"
And a stranger's swollen fingers
Dance on your quiet lips
"I always wanted to be adored"
She thinks
"I always wanted to be loved"
"Just not like this"
Edging at the edge of their seats
Puddles of drool by their feet
Blood-red, bestial heat
It's the perfect scene
And you hate how much
You enjoy this filth
So you rip your shirt
And you whip yourself
With your
Father's punishing belt
She said her body is
"any man's property"
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5. |
Your Body As A Gulag
04:37
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I'm hearing voices from the T.V
I'm seeing faces in the walls
And the voices say
"Get a gun and kill them,
Get a gun and kill them all"
"Pain"
They call it "pain"
Let it wash away
The sins of yesterday
Let it cleanse your offenses
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6. |
Trash Bride
03:29
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Someday soon
They will break you
They will pull out your teeth
And lift up your fingernails
And where will your God be then?
Someday soon
They will beat you
They will cut off your cock
And make your children watch
Cause you're a wretched heathen
And you'll curse
And you'll curse
Your family name
And you'll spit at the skies
Towards which you once prayed
And you'll play, you'll play
Their trecherous game
And it's a shame
It's a damn, damn shame
That the body is so
Sensitive
You say what they want you to say
It's only human
It's only human
You will spill your secrets after pain
It's only human
It's only human
Bright
Death is bright
Death is the only heaven
We have in this life
Your boss
With three commas
Is making snuff films
With your daughters
Dump their bodies
In the town water
That bleed into
Ocean of trauma
And they dream
Everything we see
And they speak
Everything we read
Death before dishonor
And other
Stupid fucking motos
And thery dream
Everything we see
And they speak
Everything we read
New Gods
Killing old Gods
Leaving their bodies
Letting them rot
Stitching their laws
Into your arms
Stitching them raw
With no pain blockers
Hogs
Feed em' the world
Feed em' the sun
Feed em' the stars
Feed em' the cosmos
Feed em' it all
I'll do anything
You say
They sent your mom
To the firing squad
And now she's gone
Fucking gone
So you're a son of a gunned
Such a son of a gunned
She's fucking gone
She's gone
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8. |
Hungry Time
04:34
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I haven't slept a wink
Since you crawled out of your grave
And stood by my bedroom window
Hands and throat embraced
Spiders line my walls
They dance through air
Spinnning
Hellish verses
With strands from
Your brown hair
My stomach
Is a burning village
And my back aches
Worse than a marriage
Sweep your screams
Under the rug
Followed the bloodied yarn
Out the dungeon
Tummy aches
And my lungs deflate
And my tongue escapes
So feast on me
Feast of me
I wont cry
If you wont cry
If I don't wake up
Is it really such a lose?
I think not
Hollow world
There is a devil
There is a devil in all of us
Some like to hurt
Others like to be hurt
The skies above
Rain animal blood
Approaching floods
Locusts fill our lungs
Tender die young
Their bodies bake in the sun
There's nobody left
To share your bed
Remember when
We had gently thinned,
Hand-woven skin
That hugged our limbs?
You're the reason
I still can't let her in
It was never enough
To earn your love
Whole arm goes numb
Start to speak in tongues
Chest comes undone
Spitting swollen guts
Wrists spilling blood
Till it fills the tub
It was never enough
To earn your love
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