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Intro
01:53
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is it wrong,
that i want to watch you die,
just to prove to you,
that you have nothing waiting for you on the other side...
is it wrong,
that i want to watch you die,
just to prove to you,
that you have nothing waiting for you on the other side...
fuck your life,
fuck your faith,
fuck your god...
fuck your god...
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Mannequin
04:19
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Only god knows the horrors I've sown,
This viciousness is written in my blood,
Every day is a new war,
Burning desire like napalm covered fields...
Your eyes can't swallow the concept of regret,
But your veins will flow with guilt instead of blood,
when you realize what you've done...
what you've done...
You are the 21st century politician,
I am the 21st century jack the ripper...
I am the creator,
I will build a lifeless mannequin out of you...(x3)
And when you hold your hand to the flame,
Just be ready for the burn,
Let drama be your birth control,
As you spread it like an STD,
Let god be your savior,
You will need him,
When he is all you have left,
Empty threats are a burden to bare,
But you wear them like a cross around your neck...
i am the creator,
I will build a lifeless mannequin out of you...
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Pavor Nocturnus
02:44
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another sleepless night filled with speechless monologues,
they repeat in my head,
I'll tear them apart just to know what i'm thinking,
i am a nest, where you lay,
your ideas to rest,
i pray that one day i can build a better me,
and is it wrong if i say,
that every day i pray that i will one day die alone,
I'd rather die than wish anyone in my place,
the world won't know a better me,
even if i could try to change,
i'd still always end up the same,
i’d rather die than wish anyone in my place,
and i'd rather drown over a thousand times,
than come up for a breathe of air,
i can’t rest, my life is not that blessed,
i can’t rest, my life is not that blessed,
i can’t rest, my life is not that blessed,
i can’t rest...
i feel so dead inside, but i can hold myself together for a couple more nights,
my mind is racing, and there is no finish line,
You must be alone if you want to die alone...
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No Arrival
03:21
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The blade rests in the kitchen drawer,
awaiting arrival of dark thoughts images and slideshows that repeat,
In my mind, retrace and refine,
until the utmost perfection of slaughterous,
insidious, and misunderstood aspirations are met...
aspirations are met...
I will tie anchors to my legs,
And walk straight into the sea,
The ocean waves sway and corrode,
Every last one of my sins...
go get the fucking knife,
This reflection of myself,
is skewed by the arch of the blade,
matching the curves of human flesh,
stretched around blood and bones,
clench the hilt and inhale,
make a masterpiece,
This aromas wrestling the nostrils of the repulsed,
As I feast on the flesh of the weak...
I am the Monster, hiding in your cities streets,
I am the devil, hiding in sheep’s clothing,
I am the answer, to the questions you’ve been looking for...
There will be no arrival, the afterlife is a lie,
I will watch with pleasure, as the life in you is surrendered,
another day another body,
I will not stop until I myself am sacrificed...
until I myself am sacrificed...
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Obsessive Compulsive
03:21
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I am uneasy, nothing will ever please me,
My stomach turns, still I never learn,
I take every step I can, to rid these images from my head...
But I might soon be locked in a casket,
Full of forever fearful false but flattering signs,
That one day I might feel alive...
But I won't live until this feeling subsides(X3)
I must clean up this mess I made,
This bloody fucking chest that caved,
When there is nothing to replace,
The parts of me that I can't trace...
I am not a machine, I am not built for this,
This fiction filled with blissfulness,
I am not afraid...
You can use this knife to cut out what I hide,
Start right below my throat carve down to my stomach,
I promise you I have nothing left inside,
I promise you I have nothing left inside...
Was this such a fucking surprise,
I barely have a life left...
I am a lingering feeling,
I will remind you why you wished you were dead,
I will make you misplace your mind
But when I misplace my heart, your life will come to an end,
Will come to an end...
Its for the best, if we give all of this a rest(X3)
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6. |
Born In Blood
04:40
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Every night I plan a new escape,
I store my darkness in the back of my skull,
Until I can carve my heart to happiness,
I stalk and pray the disturbed,
To calm my mind...
I know one day i will see your insides
My dark and deranged,
Disrespect for your life...
I brand my seal into your cheek,
Your blood is a trophy,
Proof of what I’ve done...
I will always keep these memories we share close to my heart...
I will always keep these memories we share close to my heart...
Funny how I am born again,
in every evening,
Deeply dreaming,
As I hack each of your limbs off,
And I loose trace of it all,
When your lungs stop breathing,
Death is the last face,
your eyes will see...
By the end of the night,
You will be in pieces...
i am a peaceful person,
but you deserve,
nothing less than death...
i am a peaceful person,
but you deserve,
nothing less than death...
nothing less than death... (4x)
i am not family,
i can’t stress it enough,
i am not here for you,
not even when you are dead,
i only believed in you,
when you said you had nothing left...
i am not here for you,
not even when you are dead,
i am not family...
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