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Opening Prayer
00:37
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2. |
Criminal Kind
03:49
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It’s the darkness I seek
and in shadows I find
the weakest parts of myself
where I awaken my mind.
I’m the criminal kind.
I was born into sin.
A sinner with nowhere to go.
There’s a demon within me.
He's the devil you know.
I’d rather reap then sow and toe
some boring moral lines
than keep on biting my tongue to slow
these mortal appetites.
So let there be light
in this hell we know
and we can dance with angels
in our heaven below.
I hope it rains on your parade
and all the witches float
so I can watch you fade away
from my optimist boat.
And as you’re sinking you’ll see me
still pissing vinegar
on the heads of those drowning
now that the tides have turned.
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3. |
Mata Hari
03:44
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I’m blending in
like a chameleon.
A shapeshifting reptilian
shedding skin like a snake in sheep’s clothing.
And depending on
the situation I’m in
I’m playing hide and seek with myself
'cuz when I’m someone else
it’s like I’m on a vacation.
Not everybody wants the truth.
Some of us gotta lie to be loved.
What nice a surprise.
I got a new disguise.
I’m hypnotized by that look in your eyes
but paralyzed thinking maybe you see me.
To me it’s all a game
so if you want to take aim
you better be shooting straight
'cuz you can’t place blame on a moving target.
So who you going to believe?
Me? Or the one you perceive?
That’s not a heart on my sleeve.
It’s a way to deceive you
like a sneak movie preview.
And will you ever find out
what I'm all about?
Probably never I doubt
because I'm wearing a mask
on this expressionless face to boot.
Well, I'm just out to impress.
To leave an impression, I guess,
because I want all my guests
to be obsessed with the questions
they already have answers to.
Damn, I could do this all day
but I don't have time to play
so if you want a parlay
you better walk this way
or run to your hiding place.
And, yeah, it's all a big tease
but, hey, you look good on your knees
when the camera's just right
and the angle's so tight
you can't turn to talk to me.
So what I'm trying to say,
what I'm really trying to convey,
is that you will never know who you're talking to.
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4. |
Cemetery Nights
03:27
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I'm hanging out with the dead
because the living have died.
I'd rather be here instead
of dying on the inside.
I'll bring flowers and wine.
Drink for hours with you.
Spend my nights in divine
conversation.
I'm making love to your ghost.
Enjoying talking to you.
Tell you I'm not letting go.
Pretend that you're crying too.
We watch the sun coming up.
I draw a heart in the dirt.
I don't want this night to stop.
I can't go back to the hurt.
I'll bring flowers and wine.
Shower petals on you.
Spend my nights in divine
conversation.
This day
will end
in death,
my friend.
This night
begins
with you in here.
Each date
of death
I don't
regret
Each breath
I kept
for this moment
with you, my dear.
I'll bring flowers and wine.
Spill my glass over you.
Spend my nights in divine
conversation.
These cemetery nights last forever.
This day
will end
in death,
my friend.
This night
begins
with you in here.
These dates
of death
I won't
forget
Each breath
I kept
for this moment
with you, my dear.
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5. |
Zombie Bazaar
03:19
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It pales in comparison,
all the damage that you've done to me.
I fail to see the logic in your hypocrisy.
I'm standing naked on the edge
of every bridge that you burned down
and now I'm sitting in
the center of your unforgiving flame.
I blame myself for the monster
you became.
It's cold and lonely on the ledge.
I'm scared to death but not afraid.
I wonder how it's going to feel
to finally be freed
of falling in love with you
(and everything you put me through)
of fading away into
(another distant memory)
of facing the awful truth
(that we were never meant to be)
of never knowing who
to believe.
It's cold and lonely on the ledge.
I'm scared to death but not afraid.
You can't imagine how it feels
to finally be freed
of all of this,
of all your shit.
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6. |
Strange Island
02:58
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So much for common sense
'cuz it all ends
in violence anyways.
I want to see your face
when those fangs
come out to smile at you.
The world's gone crazy.
The only way to stay sane is to lose your mind.
And so we find ourselves
at a loss
alone on this strange island.
The world’s gone crazy.
The only way to stay sane is to lose your mind.
The truth we're facing
is that we're already dead, not just left behind.
Kill the beast.
Cut its throat.
Spill its blood.
Do it now.
The death of innocence.
Ignorance will get the best of us.
No more intelligence.
We're savages
descending into madness.
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7. |
So Below
03:02
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8. |
Little Robot
03:24
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Hey, little robot, tell me what you're thinking when you're listening to me. Say, little robot, do you want to hear my thoughts on privacy?
I give you something you want.
You give me something I need.
We give each other something good,
so good that it ends up on their feed.
Gee, little robot, can you keep a secret from our friends on the line? Please, little robot, if there was a contract tell me where did I sign?
I give you something you want.
You give me something I need.
We give each other something good,
so good that it ends up on their feed.
You give me something I want.
I give you something you need.
We give each other something good,
so good that it ends up on their feed.
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9. |
Sunday Morning
03:15
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I'm no stranger to your controversy.
The things that you do are killing me
but I kind of like your dark company.
The psycho in me needs chemistry.
And though you bite the hand that feeds
the bleeding stops after a while.
I want to take you to church.
I want you praying for me.
I want to give you a purpose
on Sunday morning.
The smell of your death.
Your leather jacket.
The breath on my neck for one last kiss.
Your ancient demise.
The black in your eyes.
The dangerous way you exist.
With grave intentions I oblige
for I'm oblivious to you.
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10. |
Let's Die!
03:08
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Into a shallow grave.
No soul that’s left to save.
Forever just a slave
to therafter
for when the body found
beneath the deeper ground
no longer hears the sound
of their laughter.
So let's die tonight.
Let's die tonight.
Let's die!
A buried memory
this shared reminder be
that no one’s ever free
from afflication
like a broken souvenir
upon a shelf somewhere
near mirrors that will bare
no reflection.
And those that gather here
now face their greatest fear
and know the truth’s that we’re
no exception.
I want to die tonight.
I don’t want to live.
Another vacant chair.
Another seat to spare.
A table with no fare.
Empty glasses.
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11. |
Deep Creep
03:33
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I'm coming through the
floorboards of your sanctuary
and bumping ugly
pretty hard for a ceremony.
I love it when you
deep creep on our matrimony
and covet every
corner of this casualty.
I'm your backdoor man yet
I'm kicking in your front entrance.
This is the part
where you start running from me.
I summon demons
to kill every devil you know.
I come in peace and
go to war when the fighting is slow.
I'm creeping on you.
Please don't turn your back on me now.
I'm deep inside you.
Am I allowed?
At first it hurts
but it gets worse if you can't take the pain.
At last you find
that pain makes living something worth the dying for.
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12. |
Fata Morgana
03:13
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Ghosts in windows
cast no shadows,
speak in whispered
violent outbursts.
Silhouettes on
heathen chateaus.
Ashes in the
old bordellos.
I'm ignus infatuus.
A status of what has been.
A symbol to all of us.
A sign of where we're heading.
Useless witchcraft.
Forewarned/backslashed.
Hear no evil,
Silent Devil.
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13. |
Claws Sharp
03:02
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Every voice that I obey
speaks to me in such a way that I don't doubt
anything they have to say about me.
Are they really talking to me?
Tell me.
Now is the time to shout.
It’s the time to shout it out loud.
It’s the time to shout it lout loud.
Shout it out loud.
Shout it out.
Maybe I might let you in
on a little secret I’ve been keeping.
How can I trust you not to tell?
Don’t sell me out.
Will you sell me out?
Please tell me.
Now is the time to shout.
It’s the time to shout it out loud.
It’s the time to shout.
It’s the time to let it all out.
It’s the time to shout.
It’s the time to let it all out.
It’s the time to let it all out.
Let it all out.
Let it out.
It's noise.
Joyless opinions
employed by
mindless objectives.
And that's how it ends.
How it began.
How it's always been.
How it'll always be.
I see two birds through a glass ceiling
but my feelings are too hurt to throw anything.
They're just flying away as I lie to myself.
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14. |
Apocalypse Scars
08:04
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Abandon everything.
Abort your social mission.
Admit that you’re not smart enough to know your own position.
Allow yourself to breathe.
Attempt to live a little.
Assume that you’re too dumb to know this dust will never settle.
Apologize. Move on.
Escape this modern drama.
Appreciate, evaluate, and wait for modest trauma.
Apocalyptic scars.
Apocalyptic bruises.
Apocalypse is ‘round the corner but we’re busy mourning corpses of our former selves.
It sells itself.
For every summer of blood
there’s a winter to bleed you dry.
For every a valley that floods
there’s a mountain too high to climb.
For every desert there’s death.
For every city there’s writing on
the proverbial walls that'll fail to be seen.
Why am I always bleating like a goat in heat?
Why do I always beat dead horses for a ride?
Why?
Is it because I never I lived my life the way you wanted me to?
Is it because I’m not afraid to leave the trees for the street less taken?
The way the world's right now I think I'd rather die then take your advice and try to make it in my own.
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Ryan Richardson Phoenix, Arizona
Reorganizing this page a bit. Excuse the mess until my OCD is satisfied.
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