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Worldwound
02:07
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If you seek death
Look around yourself.
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God Of Absence
05:11
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Christs wounds are nothing compared to mine
Turn the blood of the innocent into wine
I am the absence of hope, the absence of light
I am the emptiness in their eyes
Ere thou who seek enter further, behold:
Cursed is he that removeth the mark of hys lord
Blessed is he that maketh the blind goe oute of hys waye
Maketh the Lord prevail.
Amen.
Cursed is he who not please hys master but men
Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea innocent.
Cursed is he who let hys hearte goe awaye from the Lord.
The lord prevails
Amen
Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself
Blessed is he that murders Christ in his fellow men.
Ave.
The Lord prevails.
Amen.
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3. |
For None Other
06:18
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Ultimately, the body is affected and feels drained.
Such a disturbed mind will turn to violent thoughts regarding others.
I stood there helpless, shivering and in pain.
I lay there exposed to what didn’t care nor bother.
And now your bathtub is filled with blood from my veins.
It’s all yours, I wouldn’t bleed for none other.
Is all now exposed as being errors and mistakes?
Everything´s meaningless, we severed the roots of the flowers.
Rotting plants, only for you and none other.
A black mass of mud, veils of infected water
The harsh old-fashioned building, hostile asylum filled with melancholia.
Alcohol, chemical joy perverted us and we said farewell to each other.
Was it hard to say goodbye?
Oh how it hurt to say goodbye.
And now your bathtub is filled with blood from my veins.
It’s all yours, I wouldn’t bleed for none other.
Is all now exposed as being errors and mistakes?
Everything´s meaningless, we severed the roots of the flowers.
Rotting plants, only for you and none other.
A black mass of mud, veils of infected water
All that´s wasted and void
The warmth that turned into cold
What we tought was ours.
Memories forgotten, thrown away and starting to rot.
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4. |
Rose Nail
05:36
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How do you cope with it?
Do drugs help?
Does it leave you with hangovers?
Depressed or in pain?
What could you have possibly done to stop it?
Are you proud of yourself?
Do you know what you want?
Is there any way I can help?
Hung high on the cross
With rose colored nails
My dearest, amphetamine
Your dress is too short
It's december and cold
You look like a whore
My dearest, cocaine
Are you scared of betrayal?
The vulnerability, the loathing
How do you swallow all that anger?
Is it repulsive to your body?
Do you know what you want?
Any hospital visits lately?
Any cuts or bruises on you?
Is it apalling to your body?
Hung high on the cross
With rose colored nails
My dearest, amphetamine
Your dress is too short
It's december and cold
You look like a whore
My dearest, cocaine
Would you like ecstasy?
You are a fucking mess.
Are you now satisfied?
My dearest, amphetamine.
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5. |
Covered With Asphalt
04:37
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Openening slowly
New ache formed
20 feet deep unconscious
Lungs empty for long
Did the asphalt stop the bleeding?
Or accelerate the worst?
Are you suffering under pressure?
Are you suffocating under pressure?
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