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//HorrorScape//
01:04
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2. |
As Above So Below
02:58
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Misfortunate - to see my life flashing before someone else's eyes
Misunderstood - By the ones I trusted with my worthless life
Marching into the fire I did not create
I'm the only arsonist in the hearts of those who operate
Looking for purpose in this sky full of stars [x2]
Even the brightest burn
Even the strongest towers fall
Down - down - down
I'm spiraling
[x2]
Nothing ever changes
All that's pure diminishes
Don't cry for help, none will hear you
Run away, they'll surely find you
Patterns remain; one in the same
Nothings ever gonna fucking change
Don't waste your breath, bite your tongue 'till it bleeds
[x2]
welcome to my home - I hope you survive
welcome to my home - I hope you survive tonight
[x2]
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Scratch 'n Stitch
02:32
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Mechanical - Irresistible
Urge to kill - slaughter for the thrill
1, 2, 3, 4, - lemme give you some more
Scabs, sores, bruises
More than 30 lashes upon your youthful slender spine
Soon you'll be all mine
The coffin smells of sweet decay
Tied down, face down
You will soon drown
Your carcass sprayed with white and red
I'll make sure no one thinks you're still dead
Grind, feast, rip, tear
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Self-Aware
04:28
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Tension - it tightens
Voices, they shriek;
"do it now, before its too late!"
"listen closely..."
[x3]
Stop! - Stop!
Get out of my head
Get out of my head - get out of my head
"But we only bear the truth..."
This ancient instinct is that of horrors long forgotten
Forsake our fathers
Forsaken, forgotten [x4]
NO! LET ME OUT! - LET ME GO!
grind...feast...rip...tear...
don't let your mind corrode you, give into your instincts
Give into your instincts
Don't puke at the slightest inch of blood
And don't worry about the mess we splattered on the walls
Orgasmic is the feeling of saws through her flesh
Think of this as a bad dream in which you cannot awake from
No escape - can't awake
No escape - cannot awake
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5. |
Isolated Inside
01:51
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6. |
Degenerate Revenge
03:18
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The fear in my eyes;
The scars that bleed your every breath
These dire times, those of deep insecurities - fuck!
I'm no longer your weakest link!
Memories, they flood back
Adrenaline attack
Years wasted on holding back my urges
Drama - it drains me
These voices I can clearly see
They guide my every step towards the light you sealed away
I'll watch as the suffering consumes you whole
The unknown will have their way with your petty whore
Memories, they flood back
Adrenaline attack
Years wasted on holding back my urges
Drama - it drains me
These voices I can clearly see
They guide my every step towards the light you sealed away
GRIND - FEAST - RIP - TEAR...
Aroused from this horror, I release onto her filthy remains
That faces looks perfect, just wish it screamed more
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Am I suppose to feel pain?
The body wasn't made to protect
Am I suppose to feel guilt?
I know not the that strength that I possess
Was this all a lucid dream?
If so, why did I fulfill her treachery?
We don't need eyes to witness those visions she inflicted upon me
Stand up, look at your reflection
An image of hate; the seeds of all life
Try to run, try to turn back time
The clock strikes 12 - your vision comes to life
The cunt you devoured, her blood remains scattered
The one that you loved the most became the one that ended first
Still your eyes, the walls read of violent stimuli
Time to die! - end of the line
Do you feel anything for me?
Suffering - Feeding off my pain
Someday you will feel this way
Somehow, lay me down
Search for me six feet inside the ground
Remember how you tore me down
Those images in my mind
Fake and barren, lost track of time
Spirit of the fires below, I give you-
I give you my plea
Take me away, set me ablaze
Take me away, set me ablaze
Sacrificed!
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8. |
//spiraling//
01:53
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Unearthly Archetype
04:13
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Memory erased
Yet everything feels the same
What the fuck is happening?
I cannot control myself anymore
Am I fucking paralyzed by a sudden fear?
If so, what could it be?
What could this all mean?
Next thing I knew, was out for 3 days
Limbs go numb, a knife reflects the carnage done;
Most likely in the dead of night
Where the red moon arose
Where the forbidden words spoke
From the lips of a mistress draped in light
Just as this story goes
Knife ran through that whore's neck
The lover I once called mine lays before the foot of my bed sheets
Now colored in white and red
Phrase repeated from those bastard entities
The visions I saw of revenge were proven truth
Betrayal with a slice of the throat
Down I went, spiraling
I pleaded with my last dying breath
[x2]
If I open my eyes again, the horrors I've seen;
Make them go away as quickly as they came
I surrender to thee
I surrender to thee
Queen of the Damned - Maiden of Lustful Verses
Queen of the Damned - Maiden of Lustful Verses
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Subject to Sorcery
03:54
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Awaken, my new creation
I filled the gaps to instill your motivations
Died a servant, now reborn a machine
You have been cleansed from the horrors you've seen
The New Destiny awaits your sharpened feathers
Descend...
Fell asleep in a candled room
Unaware of your impending doom
Silent wind, open sky
Let me enter inside your mind
Unveiled, unsatisfied
Took my all to shut those eyes
Lifeless beauty, eager for blood
Lustful and naked, I dug my teeth in
Your skin - it felt so bitter, yet so sweet
Injecting a trance to ease your distress
Instead my instincts took control
My heart; it raced like sound
Now I must reap what I have sown
The Dawn of Lust comes crashing down
Departure of self, lack of thought
Bare and burning, forever chained
To scorn the weak, like insects we feed
To the Highest we must seed
Your life reborn anew, rejoice as the memories fade away from your previous state of mind
Once a slave to the flesh
The ruthless now march in unison, just as it was before
Our machine has returned!
The machine has returned!
His betrayal rots in white and red
That cunt is better off dead
(Rotting in white and red)
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11. |
Mirrored Sedation
02:22
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Stay silent, make not a murmur
Stay sedated - stay sedated
The wires keep the flesh intact
Calm on the outside, yet insane underneath
Leave this mortal realm
All you suffer now must be erased with a cure
Magic...
Hums of the damned, psalms of the unborn
They whisper in my head
To think my love was better off dead
Get me out, let me out
The wires attached, they reveal the memories I once held close
I've plagued my own existence
The past became my today forever
Will I ever awake from this never ending, everlasting terror?
The realm of reality has split
What even is the truth?
What have I truly become?
If I move I might die
If I cry out, it could end my life
I cry, I squirm - the wires take control
Down I go, spiraling, into a casket known as Home
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12. |
//Final//
02:54
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