1. |
Unloved
02:31
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Slip away
on a razor blade,
all alone in the night.
Waves of panic
turn to fear,
a feeling you cannot fight.
Unwanted.
Unloved.
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2. |
The Gift
03:11
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There is nothing in this world
more free
than the blood that runs
through history.
Death is a gift,
burning your heart like fire.
Love is a gift.
There is nothing in this world
unseen,
no hidden truth
no forbidden beauty.
Love is a gift,
burning your heart like fire.
Death is a gift.
Love is nothing
more than make believe,
memories of magick are
all you see.
Love is a gift,
broken in steps like flowers.
Love is a gift.
Love will be your gift.
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3. |
World of Fear
03:13
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I’ve reached the end
of my flower,
all of my dreams were
devoured.
Statues seem
to call my name,
the streets all lead
to a negative place,
I’m high
I’m feeling sick.
I can’t take
any more bliss,
I’ve found a new hell
in your kiss.
Sex just like a
loaded gun down
on the street
where the dead have fun,
I’m low
I’m gonna close my eyes.
It’s a sick sad world.
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4. |
Lie(be)
03:17
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5. |
Youth in Smoke
03:12
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Step inside
love’s last ruin
where there’s nowhere to hide.
Every feeling is confusion
when you know that
you are blind.
I asked my man
if he could do it
do it again,
an abyss of reflection
at my feet.
Lost and longing
free to contaminate.
Lost and longing
youth in smoke.
I asked my man
if he could make it
happen again,
a pint of blood
if you want it bad.
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6. |
Reaper John
03:26
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Great powers
exercise
restraint down on my street.
Dumb bells ring out
in the night,
releasing the weight of time.
The shaman and the shrink
tangle in altered states,
each one holding the key
to a world that’s free of pain.
Just waiting for the words to fall.
Just waiting for the world to end.
Observe the pain.
Embrace the blame.
Feeling the grip,
it’s like you’ve seen that ghost again.
Down on the Reeperbahn,
I will be your Reaper John.
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7. |
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Who will send a message to the
Lonely pigs
Who burn our dreams
Feast on faith
And resurrection
Love is worship and
And hateful belief
Who will silence the pigs?
Watch them
run out of closets
Love to shackle
Lies to burn
All is love
Beyond measure
Incinerate everything
Who will silence the pigs?
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8. |
Zone
01:01
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9. |
Statues Fall for Love
03:42
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Devil to some, maybe
an angel for all the others
who have no one and
no way out of this world.
Statues will fall for love while
heaven delivers silence.
Reflect and
break the final spell.
Under the moon
excited,
my hellbound heart
will tear this world all apart.
And when the sun is rising,
return to stone.
Sentenced to death all alone.
Hellbound
statues fall for love.
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10. |
Servant
03:28
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Love spiked with death,
sinking into debit.
I’ve been there once or twice
it raises the stakes.
Finally you’ve found
your calling.
You can always serve a friend
down on your knees.
Seeking your vice
from a perfect stranger
in an even stranger light.
Finally you will see the daylight.
It was always in your hands and
down on your knees.
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