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The Promise Of Oblivion
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the coming void is always screaming
begging me with hands of outstretched agony
the promise of oblivion
day by day fucking me to sleep
i welcome it with tired eyes
the black noise is paler than the white
is safer than the light that burns
the light that taunts us
from a cold distant life
that i'll never ever have
the mirror breaks my skin
a crimson flower is blossoming like a bloated corpse
the promise of oblivion
day by day fucking me to sleep
i welcome it with tired eyes
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my virtue is running dry
my filth is bleeding through my own desires
with ash in my mouth i am the stained
the silence hurts us
desire will burn us
now comes the birth of something pure
an innocence to spoil
to spill upon with tears of callous lust
the child in me is angry
her hurt will find her forever
it's inevitable
there's nothing left to feed on
except for love
the silence hurts us
desire will burn us
now comes the birth of something pure
an innocence to spoil
to spill upon with tears of callous lust
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I'll Buy The Rope
03:52
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reaching upward
until the skin tears off these arms
a distant light of mine
is all that's left
and i'd bury my nails in your eyes
feel my sorrow run between my fingers
to take away the longing
on sheets of embers in the writhing blackness
sweat soaking through the fucking silk again
i wander, longing and lying still
a mind raped to bleeding by words
there is no respite
the gaping maw above this hole
once all the sky to me
is little more than a distant star
my fingers grazed and nails split
from the endless climbing
my back is broken from the fall
stone's throw from the blame
an ocean away
too far to swim, but not to drown
on sheets of embers in the writhing blackness
sweat soaking through the fucking silk again
i wander longing and lying still
a mind raped to bleeding by words
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the darkness conceals all that was before
the dirt that coats the teeth
oil for the machine
bones ground to dust
the agonising groan of a dying man
becomes the new hymn for fruitless prayer
the red in the sky is wrung dry
like the flicker in your eyes
und ich bin qual
life leaves us all
the end is always inevitable
and tastes like sweet defeat
a misery born from the ruins of yesterday's failures
lays beneath our feet
it's all i am
all i'll ever be
flesh, blood and bone
the poison that i breathe
nothing more, nothing at all
where do we go from here?
six feet under the earth we reap
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Oblivion
01:46
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Schadenfreude
04:27
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left to rot inside this hole
let me out of here
break me free of my own skin
blind me from all my sin
no more shackles
lead me home
mein schadenfreude, cut their throats
bleed them dry and cold
it's like we're lusting blood
so let it rain
the paper clouds don't mask the pain
bleed, bleed, feed
i want to see their brains on the floor
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Pain's Grey
03:29
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they tried to bury us
they didn't know we were seeds
destined to grow in ruins
of feeble aspirations
thriving in the darkness
feeding in the depths
die finsternis des menschen
was mich nicht umbringt macht mich schwärzer
we cut our teeth
earning our lacerations
fighting for the wavering contract
of a certain tomorrow
there is no time for sleeping
there is no hope in dreaming
we're lesser hues now
all turned to grey
the colours we turned away
haunt us with their absence
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inside i'm spilling over
it fills my eyes with the filth that you spit
the never-ceasing voices
black sweat is slick upon my face
the judgement is sickening
it never ends
it baits me to rage, the childish games you play
du bist innerlich schwarz
black, svart, empty
du bist innerlich tot
rotting, putrid, fetid
as sick as i am
you colour me with light
as sick as i am
you make me feel like fire
in the coldness of the darkest night
i lay under the stars and dream of death's embrace
it pulls me under the current
my lungs quickly filling with water
like that it all fades away
fades to grey
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