1. |
Nurture
01:26
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I have a lamb called Hate
She's been there as both sister and brother.
With the sun in one hand
Mud in the other
Yellow toothed smiles
And promises of mother
When she's hungry and festering
I'll empty and feed her
While guarded and whispering
My lamb called hate.
My lady in black.
Send your gold through my veins.
And your marks on my back.
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2. |
Nervous Trash
01:14
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I was the prostitute with matted hair and bitter apple breath.
I was the pervert with a nervous twitch looking for a little death.
I was need.
I was born.
I was greed.
I was scorn.
I was in a well of wealth and bad behaviors.
Crushed between the smells of masturbating saviours.
I was the light in your mouth.
I was your shame in the south.
I welcomed you in with ill repute and ill fitting skin.
I was need.
I was born.
I was greed.
I was scorn.
I was the light in your mouth.
I was your shame in the south.
I was the prostitute with matted hair and bitter apple breath.
I was the pervert with a nervous twitch looking for a little death.
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3. |
Pinned
02:37
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A spike and a calm infection
Fall in form with ecstatic panic
A low and prideful man
A low and prideful man
Stands by his filth to salt his own land
A belly full of lies
Truth stuck between his teeth
Scabbed arms and pinned eyes
Infection proves relief
As she crawls through his veins
His saviour sings songs of stale and cold comforts.
With a sick intent
He twists his neck
To hear Her songs.
"You and I are but the same,
Sharing guilt, sharing filth.
Hand in hand with a kiss and a curse,
We are the ones who salt the earth."
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4. |
Rats & Slaves
03:20
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Flattered and relaxed
Until the warmth does pass
With clenched fists, snapped jaws, and ill thought plans
We'll beg to keep the lights on
She takes us home with rats and slaves
We tend to take what you never gave.
You will serve us, she gives us purpose.
She swears she'll keep the lights on.
She takes us home with rats and slaves.
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5. |
Saints & Syringes
02:57
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Backwards men
with backwards loves,
with strengths in hunger and lust.
They threw themselves into filth parades,
locked in shit and self for days and days.
Staring through sweat stained, shit smeared haze.
Terrified.
Terrorized.
Afraid to leave good marks back at the tracks.
To shake hands while bound behind their backs.
They've found a backwards saviour.
She keeps their lusts well fed.
With blood on the ceilings,
and a warm, wet dread.
There's blood on the ceiling here,
and they shake.
She's made you this meal
of copper and indecency
She's made you this meal
now shut up and eat.
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6. |
Speak Oblivion
03:39
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The bones have been picked clean
There's no fruit left on the trees
With a mouth full of dead dreams
She speaks Oblivion
"All of you people make me sick"
Now we grovel on our hands and knees
To have the fruit picked from our trees
Make us sick
She's come to feed
To take what is left
The carrion of guilt and regret
All payment due to the lady in black
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