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Calling All the Dead
02:59
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Skin's on fire,
Lips in blood,
Instant dementia,
Heart falls apart,
Revelations
Are the trump card,
Teen agression,
I'm out of mob.
Concentrate,
Stop going wild,
Inspiration
Never runs out,
Dance like a spider
Building its web,
Unveil your body
And paint it red
Calling all the dead I know
To sing them the song of Death they lost
Calling all the dead I know
To sing them the song of Death they lost
Afterparty
In the bathroom,
Just remember
She's coming soon,
Painfully painless,
Is it a disease?
Whether I got neurosis?
No, leave this fiddlesticks
Calling all the dead I know
To sing them the song of Death they lost
Calling all the dead I know
To sing them the song of Death they lost
Calling all the dead I know
To sing them the song of Death they lost
Calling all the dead I know
To sing them the song of Death they lost
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2. |
Shadow of the Dead
03:06
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Well, when I feel it,
I keep silence, I don't fall,
And if you hurt me,
I'll burn down your mother's soil,
But I can't move,
I can't stand my own complains,
And I am sure
I'm in love with my pain.
Keep your demon inside,
Take your dose of poison
And come out to rejoice,
You're in the shadow of the dead.
Well, let's see what I got...
Where's my memory and faith?
I'm trying to come undone,
But you'll never break my chains.
And you can't help it,
You'd accept apologies,
But you are sure
I will give false promises.
Keep your demon inside,
Take your dose of poison
And come out to rejoice,
You're in the shadow of the dead.
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3. |
Moon
07:01
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MOON
You're in my flesh,
And we invade into each other's rooms,
You penerate into my opened wounds,
You come in through my mouth like burning fuel,
We were born in blood,
And blood's the sky where we will ever fly,
We're undivided and that's why we are blind,
But second sight whispers w're both unkind.
I'm trembling like a star,
I'm trembling like a gun,
Trembling like the music in your house,
Trembling like the music in your mouth,
Trembling like the music in your mind,
Trembling like the music in your eyes,
Trembling like the music in your eyes,
Trembling like the music in your heart
I called you Snake,
While I decay your empire's getting strong,
But you're the scum I hope in, you're impure,
And all the songs you wrote I sing encore
We are the same flow,
And we still argue what both of us desire,
Crime leads to an unexpected compromise,
It's all because your hate always inspires.
I'm trembling like a star,
I'm trembling like a gun,
Trembling like the music in your house,
Trembling like the music in your mouth,
Trembling like the music in your mind,
Trembling like the music in your eyes,
Trembling like the music in your eyes,
Trembling like the music in your heart
A tragic scene
What we lose is never what we need,
What we sell is never what we feed,
What we dream about never exists.
It's on your skin,
This illness parasites on our hate,
I must admit your weapons are so great,
And when I came to fight, it was too late.
I'm trembling like a star,
I'm trembling like a gun,
Trembling like the music in your house,
Trembling like the music in your mouth,
Trembling like the music in your mind,
Trembling like the music in your eyes,
Trembling like the music in your eyes,
Trembling like the music in your heart
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4. |
Yr Confusion
04:32
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YR CONFUSION
My own flesh -
That's what I like to eat the most!
Cotton lash —
That's what I want to touch your ghost with,
Show your breast,
I'll bury your lungs in the backyard,
Cut my hands
And I will drink my blood for breakfast.
I disrespect your peace!
I disrespect your peace!
I disrespect your peace!
I disrespect you!
I disrespect your peace!
I disrespect your peace!
I disrespect your peace!
I disrespect you!
Bend your neck you worm,
And crawl and crawl and crawl and crawl,
Bend your knees you whore
And suck and suck and suck and suck.
No prayer,
No skies,
No lover,
No pride,
No sun,
No stars,
No moon,
No fires,
No prayer,
No skies,
No lover,
No pride,
No sun,
No stars,
No moon,
No fires,
Murder! for your confusion,
Love! for your confusion,
Hate! for your confusion,
Die! for your confusion,
The prayer!
The skies!
The lover!
The pride!
The sun!
The stars!
The moon!
The fires!
The prayer!
The skies!
The lover!
The pride!
The sun!
The stars!
The moon!
The fires!
The prayer!
The skies!
The lover!
The pride!
The sun!
The stars!
The moon!
The fires!
The prayer!
The skies!
The lover!
The pride!
The sun!
The stars!
The moon!
The fires!
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5. |
Josephine
03:30
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I believe in no one but Josephine.
When I come in pieces she comes in every shard of me,
I'm coiling in her protecting hands,
Now she's the power I defend.
Beauty lies in the eye of a demon's heart,
Beauty lies in the eye of a demon's heart
I believe in no one but Josephine,
I'm all wounded with her sharpened teeth,
No redeemer will be saved from her famished sight,
She will gently kiss your eyelids when you die.
Beauty lies in the eye of a demon's heart,
Beauty lies in the eye of a demon's heart
I believe in no one but Josephine,
Red and white are colours of her being.
She's dancing rebelliously among the ruins,
And while she feasts I'm lying all bruised.
Beauty lies in the eye of a demon's heart,
Beauty lies in the eye of a demon's heart,
Beauty lies in the eye of a demon's heart,
Beauty lies in the eye of a demon's heart.
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Three sons of sorrow
In your hospital room,
Its noisy silence deafens
Like thunder on a dune.
Three sons of sorrow,
Pills for getting numb,
Insect doctors wait you,
They never make a sound.
Three sons of sorrow,
Wine in artery,
A sip of cherry cider
For painless surgery.
Three sons of sorrow
On sleepy carnival,
The face of disappoinment
Is sealed in your eyeholes.
Three sons of sorrow,
Coal antipathy,
Groundless loathing causes
Instinct sympathy.
Three sons of sorrow
On an apple hill,
The children on the playground
Are perfectly evil.
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7. |
Silence Is Happiness
07:48
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Now silence is happiness,
Speechlessness is might,
My little pet's a witness
Of my repulsive crimes.
But silence is painful,
My pet is dead and gone:
It will be my sacrifice,
I'll eat its flesh and bones.
Silence is blind,
Silence is deaf,
Silence is crawling,
Silence is here!
Well, silence is cosy
Like a lost home,
And if I was less crazy,
I'd rebuild my own Rome,
Silence is lovely
Like my pet's quiet moan
I listen how it breaths,
What am I waiting for?
Silence is playful,
Silence is restless,
Silence is falling,
Silence is dead.
Silence is the chains,
My pet's a prisoner,
I drew an insect doctor
On a piece of old paper.
Silence is the house
For my personality,
My pet is very clever
And will not let me in.
Silence is rude,
Silence is strict,
Silence is abusive,
Silence is brief.
Now silence is a bath
Full of dirty blood
That spilled from my pet's opened mouth
And from its healed wounds.
Silence is an enemy
Full of unsaid words,
That stuck on my pet's lips
And in my unplayed chords.
Silence is armed,
Silence is cruel,
Silence is cold,
Silence is pure
Silence is the ruins
Of my pet's amusement park,
Floating under the moon
And singing like the Dark,
Silence is the garden
Of my pet's insanity,
She's gentle with its parent,
So let her fucking live
Silence is forgiving,
Silence is regrets,
Silence is merciful,
Silence is Death
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8. |
Cruel Jesus
04:04
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I think that sins...
I think that sins
Are things which made us human beings.
I suppose...
I suppose that nature
Doesn't care of its children
And I still ask every day
Can Jesus be so cruel?
And I still ask every day:
Whose soul is beautiful?
But the mirror
Tells nothing new at all.
I don't regret...
That I put those bugs
In a little box
I apologize
But I don't really give a fuck
That animals have self-conscious too
And I still ask every day
Can Jesus be so cruel?
And I still ask every day:
Whose soul is beautiful?
But the mirror
Tells nothing new at all.
I prefer...
I prefer thirteen instead of twelve,
And it's okay
I adore...
I adore to govern and subdue with my middle fingers
And I still ask every day
Can Jesus be so cruel?
And I still ask every day:
Whose soul is beautiful?
But the mirror
Tells nothing new at all.
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9. |
Strange Girl
06:12
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10. |
Inversion
02:33
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I am the carpenter who built a hellhouse,
And I threw my talent in its thirsty mouth,
Now I hear animals applauding me,
It means I have to cry and stand on my knees.
Oh holy dissonace,
Invert us all for our own good,
Oh holy dissonance
Invert us all for our own good.
I collected my feelings in one folder.
What a lovely day to become your own holder!
I wrote some bullshit and called it a shrift,
I'm just a modest bitch who hides her deeper grief.
Oh holy dissonace,
Invert us all for our own good,
Oh holy dissonance
Invert us all for our own good.
Oh holy dissonace,
Invert us all for our own good,
Oh holy dissonance
Invert us all for our own good.
That's how I realized that I'm buried in time,
Erased from the photographies I kept for my mom.
Oh holy dissonace,
Invert us all for our own good,
Oh holy dissonance
Invert us all for our own good.
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Three sons of sorrow
In your hospital room,
Its noisy silence deafens
Like thunder on a dune.
Three sons of sorrow,
Pills for getting numb,
Insect doctors wait you,
They never make a sound.
Three sons of sorrow,
Wine in artery,
A sip of cherry cider
For painless surgery.
Three sons of sorrow
On sleepy carnival,
The face of disappoinment
Is sealed in your eyeholes.
Three sons of sorrow,
Coal antipathy,
Groundless loathing causes
Instinct sympathy.
Three sons of sorrow
On an apple hill,
The children on the playground
Are perfectly evil.
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13. |
Collective Dissonance
03:40
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Pride has no love,
Guilty and unveiled,
The body itself
Requires fame.
I am just a teenage girl
Tought by this pretty dirty world.
Farewell the growing up,
I am collectively dissonant
Love has no pride,
Purity is fake,
Absurd in blood
Besots the brain.
The masquerade starts in your puppet hearts,
I cut my face and called it art,
I'm an insect on your nerve,
It's the collective dissonance.
Scene is for sinners,
To pray is to play,
I got confused in my names,
I've lost in things I crave
A double shot in my rotten head,
I left a scar on my stone hands,
That thin needle I hold is the voice
Of the collective dissonance.
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14. |
Let the End Come Again
04:17
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My end is you
My end is yours,
I'm the one you could choose,
But I'm just the white noise
Your end is me
Your end is mine
You've always been here
But I don't mind the signs
We have no names,
Birds only lie,
Faces are not the same,
Read between the lines,
I anticipate
Another decline
Cause your plane is late,
Well, have a safe flight!
Let the end come again
Let the end come again
The Red King falls asleep,
Well, who's dreaming now?
We got no reasons to wheep
We're just someone from the crowd,
I'm unlikely a man,
A drama queen in a way,
Maybe we were not planned,
An error remained.
Let the end come again
Let the end come again
My end is you
My end is yours,
I'm the one you could choose,
But I'm just the white noise
Your end is me
Your end is mine
You've always been here
But I don't mind the signs
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Alice Lo Saint Petersburg, Russia
A non-binary bitch with a guitar.
My second project: seroststenylitsa.bandcamp.com
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