1. |
My Grave to Be
01:01
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2. |
Black Barren Blood
04:34
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Here in my slumber
I battle my own mind
I can't recall the moment
I can't recall the time
The time I felt content
In my own skin
That I felt pure
From within
Within my heart
Seeping like black oil
Leaking to the ground
Leaking through the soil
The soil that once brought life
Now lay barren and dead
A lot like me
And the demons in my head
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3. |
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The scars in me
Shows an inner struggle
An inner struggle
Of pain and regret
That tears me
Limb from limb
That leaves me
Blinded to see
My utter failings
My hopeless future
My neverending hurt
Of feelings lost
Eternal suffering
Forever jealous
For those who live
In utter harmony
My own self
Can not fathom
What made me
End up in hell
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4. |
Nothing to Give
04:44
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Drawn towards
The darkest path
That leads
To damnation
This place is filled
To its rim
Of everything
I despise
Tear me apart
Do your best
I won't pass
Your final test
I don't care
Give me all the pain
Let my blood
Fall like rain
Why would I go on
Why would I care to live
When my input is useless
And I have nothing to give
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5. |
You Reap What You Sow
03:42
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Welcome, here is your final resting place.
This is where it all lead.
In your sick mind.
You've spent your days
In gluttony
Yet you have the nerve to say
Death, release me
You've had it all
You threw it away
With no thought of the future
You lived for the day
This is your punishment
You get as deserved
You reap what you sow
You got served
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6. |
Torment & Agony
03:55
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7. |
I Long for Better Days
08:53
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No paradise
Welcomes me
I am bound for pain
And misery
Walking a thousand miles
Walking my path
Walking where I wanted
Now I taste the wrath
This is my hell
My personal nightmare
Where I belong
In this burning glare
My steps lead me
To thos place
Though I long
For better days
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His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things, rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead
Twenty-seven people
Even more, they were boys
With their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God
Are you one of them?
He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed
He kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth
And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floor boards
For the secrets I have hid
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