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God's Blood
04:46
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I know criminals are outlaws,
but not all outlaws are criminal.
We're made of god's blood and stardust,
the meaning of this life is subliminal.
There are no easy days here,
life is an island for marooned souls.
It comes all at once, I feel every wound,
I've ever endured, maybe I just feel old.
So you're brave, you're self made, perfect in everyway,
but are you brave enough to feel like a coward?
You soothe yourself by burning everyone else,
from the top of your really high tower.
You have your head up your arse but blame the bad,
smell on everyone else's shit.
Yes, I've got my head up my arse too but at least,
I really know it, yeah, I fucking know it.
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Solace
04:50
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Your words hang like dark magic,
in the air.
That look, it makes me nervous,
are you there?
Do you cast these spells on purpose?
Are you all right?
Above the clouds it's always sunny,
but not at night.
Couldn't see the pile of sand,
your head was buried in it.
Couldn't see the city burning,
couldn't make that fit.
I want to smile but you're not funny,
how did you get in?
I'm a parasitic host, I'm holy,
the devil in the sin.
A dangerous coward, moaning, weeping,
I belong alone.
Deranged hero, hides from heaven,
failing to atone.
Couldn't see the pile of sand,
your head was buried in it.
Couldn't see the city burning,
couldn't make that fit.
All sap and no bark.
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Sanguine
07:40
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You're the saviour in me.
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Cauldron Born
04:49
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We live in a crypt,
this kind of death, it is lived.
We've ourselves to forgive, yeah,
but blame the world for what we did.
Drink from your cup,
but don't drink till you are drunk.
Take stock of yourself, yeah,
but don't fall into the well.
Yeah.
We swim in this soup,
where you are me and me is you.
Our bubble is safe, yeah,
you feed off me, I feed off you.
Promise you'll stay,
you are the best of all my slaves.
Inferior mate, yeah,
you are how I procreate.
Yeah.
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Day Dreamer
06:25
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We cast you out,
with the clowns and jesters.
Oh king of bad jokes,
tarred and feathered.
We do as we're told,
we keep our heads down.
Can't say how much we need your,
your special touch now.
All those crying wolf,
don't see the lion.
We love false gods,
with hearts of iron.
Usurpers of heaven,
teach me to be special.
Put me on the telly,
make me into an angel.
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6. |
It Is Written
06:35
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I dream of a world where every dragon's slain,
every dragon's slain.
Father motherhood, she will lead the way,
different and the same.
We're not afraid of heights where the sun hides,
the sea drips from the sky.
Found love on the moors growing from the ground,
from silence there was sound.
Shadows in the light, dancing through the trees,
heaven come for me.
Save the breaking man, save him from himself,
keep dragging him from hell.
Nothing is all he wants, it's all he'll ever need,
growing with the weeds.
One day, tall and strong, he will take his place,
transcending time and space.
Slowly quieting the voices in his head,
lives like he is dead.
No more does he believe the stories that they tell,
becoming something else.
Suffer for presence, my ego leads the way,
from Maya and from pain.
Nothing is unfair, this torment is your friend,
your weakness is your strength.
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Ok Tovarisch
07:05
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Pray to me, all that you've got,
I can make you what you're not.
Doesn't matter if it's fake,
I can tell you like the taste.
I's a word you use too much.
I's a word I use too much.
I's a word you use too much.
I's a word.
Don't test me 'cause I'm not,
you put me on the spot.
You treat us like we're dogs,
fuck your ideal gods.
Bend the knee and make amends,
turning you against your friends.
A red heart that doesn't beat,
I'm the dark that never sleeps.
I's a word you use too much.
I's a word I use too much.
I's a word you use too much.
I's a word.
Don't test me 'cause I'm not,
you put me on the spot.
You treat us like we're dogs,
fuck your ideal gods.
Wretched dogma passed for art,
pick your words and play your part.
Get you tits out on the stage,
it's the only reason people came.
I's a word you use too much.
I's a word I use too much.
I's a word you use too much.
I's a word.
Don't test me 'cause I'm not,
you put me on the spot.
You treat us like we're dogs,
fuck your ideal gods.
Tovarisch.
Reeeeeeeeee!
Tovarisch.
Reeeeeeeeee!
Don't test me 'cause I'm not,
you put me on the spot.
You treat us like we're dogs,
fuck your ideal gods.
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I'm feeling off, I cannot stop,
I'm morphing right along with you.
Like a cobra in a jar,
I sway as I'm hypnotized by you.
I'd kill myself for someone else,
keep them locked away in my room.
I can love but not enough,
I know the words but I don't know the tune.
Are you the lamb or am I?
Fight or flight, adrenaline,
clammy and shaking in my boots.
A taste of this is like heroin,
I come down the further I am from you.
Hooked again, heading for hell,
selling a piece of me for a muse.
Nature’s a witch always trying,
to close this circle of abuse.
Are you the lamb or am I?
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Chest Full Of Snakes
04:46
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Can you hear me scream?
Listen... ahhhh.
Is this our fault or is this default?
Is this our fault or default?
I'm hurt so save me, drown in my misery,
come down here, it's cosy,
assimilate with me.
I was mortified.
Can you hear them scream?
Listen... ahhhh.
Trip wires and land mines, all that you will find.
Interlope in your mind like a rainy day.
Blinded by sunshine, wondering close by,
they shuffle nearer and we open wide.
I was mortified.
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Interloper
07:01
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My back is broke,
reached the end of my rope.
My eyes roll round like a globe,
put their heads on a pole.
I was you're very best slave,
I owned all your mistakes.
But you just take and you take,
you ate everyone's cake.
I am holy.
Interloping.
It's too late to tap out,
the cat's out the bag now.
Your tide has gone out.
Now where is your crowd?
Wolf you cried came alive,
born to eat the hive.
Destroy the infection,
glorious insurrection.
I am holy.
Interloping
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Dancing Clown
10:58
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I say my prayers and watch you limp away,
into the corner, hidden in the shade.
I know you're watching and you'll come back some day,
but my memory of you quickly starts to fade.
Long forgotten voices call my name,
you look different but your choices are the same.
No king or country can keep this thing at bay,
no one quite knows how long it's been awake.
I am the space between the snakes that slither in me.
Far away in towns that you've never heard of,
buildings burn in the name of another new god.
Two plus two was four but now the answer is odd.
War drums in the street, turn all your lights off.
Dancing clown, it gives in order to take,
casting it's dead lights right upon your face.
Artificial spirits guide your way,
spiteful mutants whispering your name.
I am the space between the snakes that slither in me.
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12. |
Cocoon
05:48
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Peel back the callus,
all over my body.
Just want to feel you,
I just want to feel something.
Inside my cocoon,
there's enough room for two.
Climb in it's cosy,
don't mind if it's just you.
It sounds best,
in my head.
Let's buy a house,
somewhere in the country.
Live our lives out,
wake up from our bad dreams.
No more tears,
pull you close into me.
We could be happy,
we could feel complete.
It sounds best,
in my head.
Our island's sinking,
I think we're too heavy.
I like forever,
temporarily.
The sea is coming,
it will wash you away.
I'll wash up somewhere,
and pull it beneath the waves.
It sounds best,
in my head.
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13. |
Leeches
04:32
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Relax, you're just talking shit,
it won't lead to anything.
Nothing can penetrate our skin,
I will never let them in.
I know that she's a vampire,
let me get inside of her.
I am never satisfied,
ever since the day I died.
They say you are what you eat,
so now you are just like me.
My teeth chatter in my skull,
I push when she begins to pull.
I taste better than the rest,
my milkshake is the best.
Take me until there's nothing left,
I can't seem to kill myself.
I thought maybe you could help,
cleanse me, drain this poisoned well.
They say you are what you eat,
so now you are just like me.
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Celladoor Manchester, UK
Celladoor is an independent musical entity run by artist Djinn Seldom Mire (Aaron James Davies).
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