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Mourning At Night
07:47
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Wake up in an alley
In a pool of my vomit
Face in a pile
Of my stomach bile
Can't remember shit
Everything is a haze
Where do I go?
The way eludes me
The bleeding continues
Paired and raining
Where do I go
I scream into the dark
Where my memories cloud my mind
Distort my way and crush my damn life!
Its in the middle of the night
I'm dazed and confused
Pick myself up
I'm grazed and bruised
Knife in my pocket
Paranoia setting in
Waiting for the one
bastard to try and do me in
Where do I go?
The way eludes me
The bleeding continues
Paired and raining
Where do I go
I scream into the dark
Where my memories cloud my mind
Distort my way and crush my damn life!
The way eludes me
The bleeding continues
Paired and raining
I scream into the dark
Where do I go
Where my memories
cloud my mind
Got mom on the phone
Saying she's afraid
She hasn't heard me in hours
Been silent for days
Seeing me rot and decay
Going to an early grave
Depression is a monster
The human flower road pave
Where do I go?
The way eludes me
The bleeding continues
Paired and raining
Where do I go
I scream into the dark
Where my memories cloud my mind
Distort my way and crush my damn life!
Walking through the fog
and voices begin to grow
From whispers to the screams
They follow me as I go
Notes of the damned
Letters from the dead
Key in the Blood in the tub
From the better off dead
Where do I go?
The way eludes me
The bleeding continues
Paired and raining
Where do I go
I scream into the dark
Where my memories cloud my mind
Distort my way and crush my damn life!
Crawling through the winding halls
Of my the worst parts of my head
The burying demons, the better off deads
The worst parts of trauma
The crippling Social dogma
The suicide they would call would call melodrama
Where do I go?
The way eludes me
The bleeding continues
Paired and raining
Where do I go
I scream into the dark
Where my memories cloud my mind
Distort my way and crush my damn life!
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2. |
Unto Greater Woe
04:45
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You shall know
Only greater woe
The suffering
never ending more
You shall know
Only greater woe
Your sins must be cleansed
My world has been filled with ice
Judas Iscariot
By my side
My heresies befall me
Watching Satan's lament
The worst offenders and fraudulent souls
Keep my corrupted soul company
Insufferable worms
as my contemporary
My head– shall rock--- back— and forth
Fruitlessly, struggling to liberate from tor-ment
Frozen by my deeds
My worst thoughts and greeds
I have fallen from the fires to the cold
Whipped by the unfeeling spirits of old
Population nihilism, Human me—aninglessness
These are their mocking cries
As laments soundtrack their night to night lives
Satanic contemporary of suffering
Traitor to the lord's, fellowship, and gathering
Lusted for power, greed for wealth,
You will not rot away like the coin stealth
Hooved lords
Equipped with a whips
Fire burning
From the tips
Feline claws
From the branches
You shall feel the punishment you freely gave
Breakdown brutal
Hear the screams from those you emulated
Hear the songs of those you punished
Objectified, served only yourself
Road to absolution is crucifixion
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σταυρωσον αυτόν!
Dark skies!
Of these sanded dunes
Moaning cries!
Torturous heat of June's
No lies!
Waning, weak, and pruning
Adonai!
Demon summoner! Heretic!
Crucifixion of the innocent!
( Inst break)
Order is dying, crowd is violent
(Inst)
Crucifixion of the innocent!
(Inst)
Damnation imminent!
(Inst)
Crucifixion of the innocent!
( Inst break)
Flesh is mangled, peeled, and skinned
(Inst)
Crucifixion of the innocent!
(Inst)
Skies shall darken, all is silent
(Inst)
Per/for/a/tions/
in/ the/ flesh
Wounds/ are/ open/ed/
raped/ and/ met
Blood/ will/ flow —-
cries/ in /pain —
Hell /is /brought/ like/ flood/ ing/ rain—
Crucifixion of the innocent!
( Inst break)
Order is dying, crowd is violent
(Inst)
Crucifixion of the innocent!
(Inst)
Damnation is imminent!
(Inst)
Ai/er (iré)/of/the/pow/er/ful/
The/Sub/ject/of/the/hate
ven/geance/Di/a/bo/li/cal
Off/spring/ of/ he/ret/ih/cal
Dis/dain—
(Blast)
Crucifixion of the innocent!
( Inst break)
Order is dying, crowd is violent
(Inst)
Crucifixion of the innocent!
(Inst)
Damnation is imminent!
(Inst)
Pierced and hung
by threads of
flesh and muscle.
red sea spills
upon the sand
soldier piercings
nails and spears
Vile cries the crowd
They shed no tears
His kin,
head toward the ground
For hours on end
Blood rushing to the head
Drowning him in piss and shit
Dried blood and vomit
Via dolorosa
The leperous pity you
Pesach!
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Chained to the bottom of a well,
Steps go up, but a destination never tell
A gap keeps escape beyond reach,
Even if my chains were broken,
I could not feasibly step each
A guardian blocks my escape
One two faced
One eye always on me
As I struggle and waste
Trapped at the bottom of the well
Last chapter of the story
The ringing of the death bell
Trapped at the bottom of the well
Last chapter of the story
The ringing of the death bell
The water to my ankles
As it starts to storm
The coldest water
Frigid, decay my warmth
The guardian departs,
The key on the wall
Storms turn to flood
Droplets turned to waterfall
Trapped at the bottom of the well
Last chapter of the story
The ringing of the death bell
Trapped at the bottom of the well
Last chapter of the story
The ringing of the death bell
Paired with dirt, rock, and soot
Dismembered bodies,
Heads, Hands over foot
The water tainted and all on me
Burying my flesh upon flesh
Cadaverous remains
The hordes of hell pulling me under
A mix of flesh, bone, and gore
My lungs turn from air to liquid
My mouth flooded and blocked
I turn my eyes towards the sky
Crying my lament before I die
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5. |
With or Without You
04:11
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The clock will continue to tick
with or without you
The world will continue to spin
with or without you
The clock will continue to tick
With or without you
Apathetic to your cause
Your hopes and life
Your pain and your strife
The struggle of life
The struggle of life!
Death and decay bleed this world
to its ashes it will burn
Drowned in a coffin wailing despair
Suicidal ideations,Continental affair
our pathetic life
From birth to life to death,
Deviation disallowed
Rulers have become deaf
To the least of our world
The clock will continue to tick
with or without you
The world will continue to spin
without consent
The clock will continue to tick
With or without you
Apathetic to your cause
Your hopes and life
Your pain and your strife
The struggle of life
The struggle of life!
The children are starving
The water is tainted
People are drowning
You Are not satiated?
gluttons of demigods
Sacrifice daily
soul to sweat
To blood to death
Have you not
had your fill?
The clock will continue to tick
with or without you
The world will continue to spin
without consent
The clock will continue to tick
With or without you
Apathetic to your cause
Your hopes and life
Your pain and your strife
The struggle of life
The struggle of life!
Darwinistic
Hedonistic
You have lost your humanity
Selfish
Ignorant
Willful murders by accessory
(My only) (recompense) (when I die), (I'll be free) (from you!)
And I'll watch you fucking
Burn!
The clock will continue to tick
with or without you
The world will continue to spin
without consent
The clock will continue to tick
With or without you
Apathetic to your cause
Your hopes and life
Your pain and your strife
The struggle of life
The struggle of life!
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All my friends are ghosts
They speak to me in the night
With pentagrams and subtle chants
They speak to me in the night
All My friends are ghosts
They speak to me in the night
With deadly whispers and temptation
They claw away at my sanity
All my friends are dead
They left me long ago
I lie awake in my padded room
Mourning the loss of those
Who cared for me
All my friends are dead
Fed to the crows
Or that's what I say
Changed form from skin to dirt
Grown and aged
but dead the same
I swore to myself
I can't lose what holds me today
I won't lose it
I won't lose it
You can't make me
You can't make me
All my friends are ghosts
They speak to me in the night
With pentagrams and subtle chants
They speak to me every night
All My friends are ghosts
They speak to me in the night
With deadly whispers and temptation
They claw away at my sanity
All my friends are monuments
Erected
to keep alive
the better times
When I had a chance
to finally feel alive
All my friends are monuments
All Shrines and gravestones
Not a minute has passed
We're still 16
And Fell in love so fast
All my friends are ghosts
They speak to me in the night
With pentagrams and subtle chants
They speak to me every night
All My friends are ghosts
They speak to me in the night
With deadly whispers and temptation
They claw away at my sanity
They won't take it away from me
It's all I have left
Nothing to gain in this life
Memories keep me from death
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My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The flutes and drums beat out the time
As in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son same home today
My youngest son was a fine young man
With a wife, a daughter and a son
A man he would have lived and died
Till by a bullet sanctified
Now he's a saint or so they say
They brought their saint home today
Above the narrow Belfast streets
An Irish sky looks down and weeps
On children's blood in gutters spilled
For dreams of freedom unfulfilled
As part of freedom's price to pay
My youngest son came home today
My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The flutes and drums beat out the time
As in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son came home today
And this time he's home to stay
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Sosa Sounds is a studio and vanity label in Sevierville, TN.
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