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Messiah
04:53
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I am the architect of my own death
My sacrifice is your salvation
Punishing myself ‘til my final breath
To save you from damnation
An angel fallen from grace, her beauty divine
She reaches out and takes my hand
This seraphim of mine more akin to succubi
Suck out my life and smash the shell, piss on the debris
I became the architect of my demise
When I gave into my temptation
Ethereal seductress, she enchants me with her lies
A devil of god’s creation
She seeks me to indulge in her unholy desires
But then my wrist she impales
She tortures and condemns her suicide messiah
And drives in the rest of the nails
I find myself crucified for your sins
Abhorred with your blackest hate
Pinned to your cross of eternal loss
My soul you subjugate
My pitiful flesh scolded by your scorn
You spit in my bloody face
Atop a head torn sits a crown of thorns
And for you I'll die disgraced
I became the villain of your work of fiction
A sadistic humiliation
Your subjects rejoice for the righteous infliction
And your twisted revelations
A celestial bitch that revels in her virtue
She’s a sick fucking whore
Fornicates before my eyes to torment me
My heart in chains and flesh restrained, no choice but to endure
Crucified
And before I die
Birds will peck out my eyes
Maimed my will
Reduced to nil
But blood to spill
Crucified
And before I die
Birds will peck out my eyes
Nothing left
Await my death
My final breath
Subjugate me
I find myself crucified for your sins
Abhorred with your blackest hate
Pinned to your cross of eternal loss
My soul you subjugate
My pitiful flesh scolded by your scorn
A putrid imperfection
Atop a head torn sits a crown of thorns
But no hope for resurrection
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2. |
Grimepit
04:45
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Etching, nearing closer
To Death, the proposer
Forlorn in the gutter
Existence is to suffer
Misanthropic behaviour
This filth is my saviour
No more interventions
A slave to my declension
Further I plunge into the pit
I’m shrouded by filth in this world of shit
And everyone around me just makes me sick
Taunted by the laughter
Further I plunge into the pit
Dead inside and festering in this shit
And everyone around me fucking makes me sick
Taunted by my failure
Etching, nearing closer
To Death, the proposer
No more interventions
Embrace immolation
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3. |
Chastity
04:22
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She walks in, they’re hypnotised
No fucks to give for fools that clamour
A moon-tanned knockout dressed in leather
Not enough middle fingers for those that damn her
Stupefied, they can’t stop staring
Blind to all but her allure
Drunk on lust, you best step off her
Or pick your teeth up off the floor
She takes the stage on velvet nights
With moves that turn their blood electric
A blonde bombshell, enhanced, entrancing
But a hard-knuckled punk that’ll stomp your digits
In the brick back alley, creepers lurk
Where neon lights do not reveal
She’ll slash their flesh in a rush of scarlet
She’s a Rembrandt with serrated steel
Skin like porcelain
An angel of sin
Burning fire within
They want the kind of girl that Chastity is
She’s the spitfire
Raising pulses higher
All that they desire
They want the kind of girl that Chastity is
She’s a hellraiser
Fists, tongue, and her wrath sharp as her razor
She’s a hellraiser
And spilling blood won’t faze her
They want the kind of girl that Chastity is
That she is
A hellraiser
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4. |
One Way Trip
05:30
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A black bullet down the rugged highway
Dodge Charger, ‘69
Tearing through the desert
Leave the city in the reddened dust
With her pedal to the metal
Engine roaring like thunder
Unforgiving heat is scorching
She’s going to get the hell away from that place
Service station off the rugged highway
Dodge Charger, ‘69
She was a looker behind the wheel
Rolling in to refuel
Fixing her mirror lensed aviators
Asked me if I need a ride
Well I was dead out of luck
But now I’ll get the hell away from this place
I take this one-way trip
Out of the devil’s grip
Burning asphalt and grit
Through the desert wasteland
One way trip
With her white-knuckle grip
She puts her foot down and we drift
Through the desert wasteland
Full throttle through the arid plains
Dodge Charger, ‘69
A speed demon on the open road
Her motor roaring, heat is searing
I asked Chastity where are you running?
And from what nightmare did you come?
She simply said she had to slip away
She had to get the hell away from that place
I take this one-way trip
Out of the devil’s grip
Burning asphalt and grit
Through the desert wasteland
One way trip
With her white-knuckle grip
She puts her foot down and we drift
Through the desert wasteland
One way trip
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5. |
Bleed For Me
03:35
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Alone in my prison, was it of my design?
I couldn’t cage my passion in hopeless solitude
Misunderstood, my name dragged through the mud
Despised by all, in the dirt’s where I want to be
Bleed for me slowly
The emptiness is killing me
My loneliness becomes my friend
Existence in the shadows
My punishment, my persecution
Dying inside
Through the hollow years
Bleed for me slowly
The emptiness is killing me
The walls feel like they’re closing in
Silently screaming
Wide invisible wounds
I tie my torniquets
To be the one to remain
Live out my sentence, locked away
Clutching all that’s to become while my sanity decays
Only guilty of love to give, now just a pessimist
Eroding with my heart of stone
I said I’ll never give up, that I’ll never give in
Ever waiting for you and I know how this story ends
People deceive you, they’ll never believe you
My lips are sealed shut, take my secrets to the grave with me
Sands pouring down
Blood flowing from
The vein
Alone in my prison, was it of my design?
I couldn’t cage my passion in hopeless solitude
Misunderstood, my name dragged through the mud
Despised by all, in the dirt’s where I want to be
I’ll never give up, I said I’ll never give in
Ever waiting for you and I know how this story ends
Only guilty of love to give, now just a pessimist
My lips are sealed shut, take my secrets to the grave with me
Bleed for me slowly
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6. |
Angel Tears
05:26
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A death brings us all together
Everybody but me and you
I stand here waiting for the bell to toll
Wishing there was something I could say or do
Angel tears she cries
Because she can’t break her chains
This devil, he has you shackled
He’s clipped your wings again
Life is a blessing that’s fragile
Snuffed out in the blink of an eye
What I would give for you to meet me here
Before the flame burns out and dies
The funeral painted the picture
With eyes closed, you’re digging your grave
A casket wide open, you will follow him
If you remain a slave
You locked yourself inside your cell
And you threw away the key
You don’t want me to set you free
With a lost and shattered halo
You keep crying in vain
More tears lost in the falling rain
Smother all the light within
Embrace the devil in your pain
And now he’s coursing through your veins
Beckon the gentle touch of death
While you chastise me again
I dread I’ll set your pyre aflame
I hear the reaper call
Your name
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Sick
03:36
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You might as well have spit in my face
But I know I’m not the one who’s a fucking disgrace
And while I’m seen as such standing next to you
Lashing out at everyone with sickening abuse
I thought I saw a bit of potential
But you act like your psychosis is inconsequential
A bloodthirsty bitch with a trigger-happy itch
You’re warped and you’re twisted
You’re sick in the head
You’re sick
And I’m sick of your bullshit
I’ve never met anyone so needlessly sadistic
You’re sick
I wish I dodged the bullet
You’re vicious and malicious, always going ballistic
You’re sick
And I’m sick of your bullshit
If it breathes you suffocate it, if it bleeds exsanguinate it
You’re sick
You’re sick
You’re sick and you’re making me sick
Victimise whoever you may
Constantly pissing all our chances away
I’ve tried endlessly to make this work out
But you’re a headcase and a cancer and there ain’t a fucking doubt
Jam another heel into the spokes of my wheel
You’re warped and you’re twisted
Why don’t you just fuck off?
Another fight that you’re instigating
Get off on thinking you’re intimidating
What kind of piece of shit are you imitating?
You’re just a fucking cancer I’m eliminating
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8. |
Low
04:31
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Slippery sleazy serpentine
He licks his lips and over he slides
Scaly, salacious, two-faced and sly
A flickering forked tongue, spitting his lies
Low sludge-dweller, lowly snake
You see through the facade, you know he’s fake
I hope to hell it won’t take you long
To send him back to the trash where he belongs
There was only one goal
When he played his first hand
You didn’t understand
Then he crossed the line
And now he’s gotta go
Because you know he’s low
He’s low
So low
Slippery sleazy serpentine
Leaving behind a trail of slime
Greasy and grimy under the guise
Slithering closer, lust in his eyes
He tries the same moves on every girl
When you’re not here, it makes me wanna hurl
You’re way too young for him but you’re no fool
I hope you kick him hard and crush his fucking balls
There was only one thing
Ever on his mind
Now you’re leaving him behind
He’s trying to back up, suck up
But he’s already exposed
Because you know he’s low
He’s low
So low
He’s low
So low
Low sludge-dweller, lowly snake
You see through the facade, you know he’s fake
You might be young but you’re no fool
I hope you kick him hard in his fucking balls
And leave him laying where he fucking falls
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Apocalyptic Remnants Perth, Australia
A riff-driven infusion of thrash and death metal with horror and post-apocalyptic lyrical themes.
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