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Isles of Woe
04:12
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im crying tears
tears in the rain
real fucking tears
tears in the rain
tears tears tears tears in the rain
all living drown
drown in the rain,
watch the blind men sink, defiled by pain
i fuck your name, into the hole
from whence you came.
through me lies pandemonium,
the drowned isles of woe,
infested with the sinking ships of kings,
i will eat you whole.
i answer not to the sculpture,
nor the wicked desecration,
i bestow my [unintellgable bleeding]
upon my majesty pain
[unintellgable bleeding]
heresy, heresy, heresy,
why do you dance around my pain
i'm losing hope,
every waking day,
walking the isles of woe,
cos you still look the same,
you were hanging by entrails,
you were cleansed by pain
the isle has drowned fathoms deep,
i was just crying tears in the rain
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An Ode to Great Loss
03:16
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in swarms of fever, incessant need,
i replay yesterday waltz,
over and over and over again
amidst these ill fated writhings
i wish only to touch a memory of you
i sing for my velvet retreat,
and may it be the last song i ever sing,
its the only catchy one i know.
i have found a home
in the sodden pillow case,
in desperation a turn to the sunken visage,
now remains only scar and tissue
misused and misplaced,
readjust my woeful face,
i have cried up all my tears, thus i turn to bloodshed
will u recognise me reddened and disfigured
a lament for lost grace,
i hope to find you miles deep within my skin,
i bare my all, out the porcelain casket
with which we could water the path back to magnificence
as moonlight stretches over my sanguine torrent
held in embrace, we can dance to the pulse of my flickering conscious,
i am forever yours
(what have you made of me, o my lifeforce)
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Ash
05:17
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a hollowing in my skull, you senselessly raped.
every thrust of dejection, every shed of tear you salivate
what void did it serve, in which orifice did it swear allegiance,
encased in wound and excrement, to where i go
oh so grievous .
every fucking entry, you bestow it to me like a gift
even still, its laced in absolute depth,
still some, of the prettiest, that i ever had
suspended fetal in mourn
you sculpt of me devotion,
arid flesh, my lips are a carcass
i long for your feed.
can we dance one more time as ribbons under your bedsheet
the weight is unbearable in your absence
sing me your song of exudate
I caress thee, a blemish on my skin, my beautiful abscess.
in tumor you have bound yourself to every flinch of my being
my innards ravaged, fucked apart at both ends, a kiss goodnight.
memory haunts my sleepless nights.
i wish yours to be my deathbed,
fill me slowly
with lingering memories, no remorse,
defile my whole, tease as you spread my ashes inside all of your holes
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i try again, readjust forth.
wound a gaping,
weeping out all my pores.
i awoke beside, a painful thought,
words that once,
wholly coursed through me,
moments pass without clarity, at dragging pace.
clambering in the absence of flight,
the ground cuts away at my face.
motionless sullen eyes, they dull away,
memory has made them dry,
for i cried out all my tears today.
i cant hardly stand the sight of my face
your departure has starved me into an ambombination
i wish to cut myself into so many pieces you can never find me again
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5. |
A Moment of Bliss
04:00
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a moment of bliss
its over now
its over now
a moment of bliss
it sinks away
its cold now
its cold now
well i wont hurt today with you
my friend, alone again,
with sore heads and sunrise
i wrestle with the glass,
total collapse please do me no harm,
i just want to sleep tonight,
i drink my pride
swallow you with me, glistening taste
our new home
swallow you with me, easy mistake
our new home
down to the bottom away we go, to our new home
to our new home
a moment of bliss
its over now
its over now
leave me to drown, i will gracefully sink
and as i lie, captive in the sodden bedsheet, laced in tears and bile.
serenaded by the pounding drum of forgotten warmth.
i, am still a man that lived through another day.
and for why am i condemned to this pain for embracing others in dance.
its over now
its over now
its over now
its over now
its over now
its over now
its over now
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6. |
Flight of the Mucus Seed
05:15
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the flight of the mucus seed, i crawl out of the hole i was fucked unto
the pocket of air, the pocket of solipse i refuse to close my eyes again,
strangled into the cage of anatomy, the scar of the flesh of the self
through flame i return from eschaton
blissful nothing, now at least a shade of gray
If pity bridges me and the conscious void, then I will suffer.
the all consuming light, robbed me of a comfortable abstract
the technicolor night, now but the ashes of sympathy
the flight of the mucus seed, i crawl out of the hole i was fucked unto
i made an incision between my grin and my eyes,
the company i shared with that thought, so kind and dear,
beneath that festering cage a couple slices deep I could find something vulnerable
to pity, to reject, to fuck, to cum, to spit, to hate, to fuck, to hurt, to cut, to shut, to close, my eyes again
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beckons deep into absence,
plagal cries wither all back to fetal form
brushing against my quivering feet,
white rope, dancing in ecstasy,
met with a rhythmic counterpart of pathetic shudder,
i have never met
fellow mass amidst this tragedy.
not within the
cavernous walls of rock bottom
guide me away from here, i hardly can
recall but my longing stare of dejection
the all devouring howls dissipate into the wind,
and the rope begins to pull away
i clamber forth into the nil
my legs begin to lose their ache
in the wake of liberation, from the hurricane screams of plague,
i acquaint myself the black tar, a pool dancing around my feet.
how funny the giddy splashes, my every step.
even in scathing depravity, something harbored other than death
joy lurked, 2 faltering lights, watching my every struggle walking those grueling miles,
i turned toward its heat, unknowingly beat. the rope laughs and returns to nil,
alone i finally fucking saw it
glistening, radiant, violent.
dread campanile, marble magnificence
endlessly coiling into upward abyss
an army of rope blossoms out of the sky
and wraps itself inescapable around my body
once again taking flight.
and now in permanence suspended in herculean pose
prisoner to my own pride, I finally took on the night.
my crys ring supreme
my darkness is a bell tower.
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I, the Man in a Case
05:17
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i, the man in a case.
my foot beside my ear.
the box begins to leak my tears
no room to level my head for breath
i find faith within inanimacy
in this hour of contortion oh i finally fucking ponder
a quick moment on my inward turned bones,
then i return to despondence
in such total confinement
o! the joy in which my head cannot turn to my reflection
i the man in a case, i shiver, i break, no tear i shall tend
i the man in a case, thank you ever so much for this 2 by 2 hell
i the man in a case, no need, to breathe, don't dignify me
i the man in a case, i broke down my fortitude, and now i may only serve
rot guide my hand, for my bones wish to no longer
i only wish for you to sometimes recall me
in the innermost crevice of your memory
my conscious flickering, away into the arms of a dead god
through every pore wishes to leak this blasphemous bile,
yet still you are my dream, i bow down to thee
the lights falter been mine ruin
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floating out the cracks of my ashen cage,
left nothing but a powerless sob,
i am curled up and alone.
countless tries,
no torrent of tears seem
to weigh the photos down
beaten and devoid of my lifeforce
i fold into the gray i fold into the gray
i no longer strive
for there it never left
crawl to the mile
that light will never find
cast aflame in radiance
ill mend myself sane again
overexposure, i have unraveled into a mess
unsightly untwined ravels of burning flesh
a rappel into gray riding those charred threads down
to peace, free of thought, im coming home
i rejoiced, within technicolor gaze,
your hand in mine, i finally wish to live forever
all my ache shall finally falter...
your gaze carved of me a man devoid of dream,
i no longer sing, for wound has bested me.
recoil back to that festering hole,
in isolation, in shade, may i finally find rest.
i disappear.
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[all the bloodshed during the months of recording compiled into one unholy almagamation of mourn and anguish]
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crimson//chaos. London, UK
crimson chaos. a home to wounder and other sounds.
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