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The Raven
05:10
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THE RAVEN
Hear it calling you.
Hear it calling you.
A voice, a whisper on your neck.
With words of regret.
Breathe life into your wreck.
It’s the worst thing yet.
Hear the past, it’s knocking.
Tragedy, you can feel it watching.
A last kiss to end her.
Once more, while you still remember.
I’m an angel playing in reverse.
I take away tomorrow.
I’m the harbinger of something worse.
Singing songs of sorrow.
And I can’t save you.
You turn the screw.
And I can’t save you.
Pray it’s not true.
You wanted saving but I am the raven.
I am haunting you.
I am haunting you.
A darkness at the door.
Here for evermore.
You feel the years advancing.
Shed a tear for the ghost that’s laughing.
I won’t let you let go.
How severe? Only heaven knows.
I’m an angel playing in reverse.
I take away tomorrow.
I’m the harbinger of something worse.
Singing songs of sorrow.
And I can’t save you.
You turn the screw.
And I can’t save you.
Pray it’s not true.
You wanted saving but I am the raven.
Nevermore.
Evermore.
I am haunting you.
I am haunting you.
I am the raven.
I am the raven.
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PLASTIC GIRL
Plastic girl.
I see your face,
The one you reveal.
You’re out of place,
Are you even real?
Such a disgrace.
It’s an ordeal
That we both embrace.
You’re ideal.
Until the day I break.
Until I break.
Plastic girl.
You’re the plastic girl,
Raising hell.
Plastic girl.
There’s cracks in her shell.
You’re the plastic girl,
Your starting to melt.
Plastic girl.
She attacks and rebels.
You’re the plastic girl,
Raising hell.
You got the body and the blood stains with wreckage behind,
You are somebody with a bad brain that leaves lovers blind,
I see the dirt under your nails and the filth in your soul.
The filth in your soul.
I see the hurt behind the veil and the guilt,
now I’m torn from your control.
Plastic girl.
You’re the plastic girl,
Raising hell.
Plastic girl.
There’s cracks in her shell.
You’re the plastic girl.
Your starting to melt.
Plastic girl.
She attacks and rebels.
You’re the plastic girl.
Raising hell.
She’s evil incarnate.
That moves inside.
I believe that I’ve started
To lose my mind.
She’s not real.
She kills.
Plastic girl.
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The Future
04:45
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THE FUTURE
It ends in death, a wasteland.
As I’m walking through hell.
I walk alone in atomic wind,
Atoning for someone else’s sins.
Death, dust, odd machines.
With no gods left to please.
All of time left to repent,
And i still don’t know what it all meant.
So give us pain, acid rain,
Give us all the same again.
Welcome to the future.
We all fall down.
Welcome to the future.
Oblivion for all.
I can’t think when, where or how.
I don’t remember now.
That last glimpse of humanity,
Leaving your eye
when you looked at me.
Your scream when it all went wrong.
In the homely glow of an atom bomb.
The things i miss, your kiss,
Your ash between my fingertips.
Welcome to the future.
We all fall down.
Welcome to the future.
Oblivion for all.
What did you die for?
See what this hell has done to me?
See.
So what did you die for?
Why did you leave?
What did you die for?
You drowned in what you believe.
And so it goes.
The rest will follow.
And so it goes.
Like flesh falls from the bone.
And so it goes.
The rest will follow.
Reap what you sow.
Things best left unknown.
Farewell to everything.
Farewell to everything.
Dust and ruins.
Come with me now.
Come, come to the fall.
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Deleted Scenes
05:10
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DELETED SCENES
Sex, excess, you’ve got the best.
You’re filth, fury and the rest.
Look in from the outside,
Looking in without eyes.
Yes, undress, the sick possessed,
An ill caress of your flesh.
Look in from the outside,
It’s beautiful without eyes.
You wouldn’t want to see it.
Oh, the horror. Deleted scenes.
You wouldn’t want to see it.
Oh, the horror.
You really don’t want to know
How far the sink below goes.
You wouldn’t want to see it.
Tune in to see her demise,
And cum to chase the next high.
You don’t want to see it.
Look behind the disguise,
There’s no smile in her eyes.
You don’t want to see it.
You really don’t want to know
How far the sink below goes.
You don’t want to see it.
Enough, enough,
The bright lights and blood.
Please, enough, enough,
Detritus and drugs.
It’s too much,
To watch you drown in the flood.
Cheap plastic and sweat,
Lurid pleasures.
Seep and drip on the set,
A beauty forever.
Eyes penetrate and pull at her flesh.
Her cries escalate, sex equals death.
Deleted scenes.
It leaves a trail of failure.
For those bit by the rats in regalia.
Deleted scenes.
She knew, knew beforehand,
About the veil hiding orphans.
Deleted scenes, her deleted scenes.
Every ecstasy scream,
Hides rot behind the screen.
But we don’t see her deleted scenes.
Every ecstasy scream,
Hides rot behind the screen,
But we don’t see her deleted scenes.
She took it too far,
Fall so far.
Another fallen star,
Floating in a reservoir.
Deleted scenes.
Cut, cut, cut, cut.
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Futile
04:25
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FUTILE
I’ll make you give up.
Your life’s cheap,
Come on in.
You’re so weak,
So you go,
Into exile,
To fight back is futile.
Futile.
It’s not over.
You’re so meek,
A plaything,
It repeats,
It’s so futile.
Yeah, it’s meant to hurt.
It’s so perverse.
I will break you,
I’ll fuck you up.
Yes I will,
Break you.
You’re out of luck, now.
Yeah, it’s meant to hurt.
It gets worse.
I’ll twist you around my little finger
until you snap.
I can see the splinters in your soul
and your broken back,
Into exile,
To fight back is futile,
Futile.
It’s not over.
I will break you,
I’ll fuck you up,
Yes I will,
Break you,
You’re out of luck, now.
Yeah, it’s meant to hurt.
It’s futile.
In your…
In your minds eye,
You go into exile,
To fight back is futile.
He’ll wreck your smile,
My love is hostile.
He’ll wreck your smile,
To resist is futile.
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Insekt
03:32
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INSEKT
In the soil and sediment,
We squirm, poisonous and pathetic.
No morals, no etiquette,
We’re worms that fuck it and forget it.
Without light, we see you.
We can bite you in two.
Insekt,
Obscene and perfect.
Insekt,
We are machine sex.
We kill ‘cos we cannot feel.
No grasp of what is real.
We see you as a meal.
A butterfly upon a wheel.
Burrowing beneath your skin.
We bite, we sting,
We find a way in.
A way into you.
And we’ll eat you all.
Without light, we see you.
We can bite you in two.
Don’t think, just instinct.
Hive mind, all in sync.
We don’t think, it’s just instinct.
A hive mind, all in sync.
Insekt,
Obscene and perfect.
Insekt,
We are machine sex.
Insekt,
So primal and wild.
Watch us defile.
Automatic,
Automatic,
We’re automatic.
Insekt.
Insekt.
We bite, we sting,
We find a way in.
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Industry
05:01
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INDUSTRY
One world, one mind and heart.
All falling apart.
Everyone must play their part.
To crash is an art.
Pay witness to the great decline.
Pay. Pay it no mind.
Every member toes the party line.
We all march in time (in time, in time).
Full compliance starts to make sense.
Reasons why are less evident.
Static and silence are heaven sent.
The marks become more hesitant.
Speaker says:
“All is as it must be,
All must trust me.”
Every soul an employee
Of the industry.
Fluorescent lights flicker day and night,
Life’s a dull white.
Speaker says we’ve got to get it right.
Don’t let them out of your sight.
Subject is showing signs of the trend.
We see every symptom.
Write it down so we don’t forget them.
And once again, ink bleeds from the pen.
In this cold room
where nothing works at all,
Even dreams are small.
Whisper truths,
push your face against the wall.
To hear a heartbeat when you call.
Speaker says:
“All is as it must be,
All must trust me.”
Every soul an employee,
Of the industry.
No one runs, we all must comply, (Comply).
There’s eyes in the ceiling.
Press the rusted button to reply,
(Say something).
Even if you don’t know the meaning.
What a wonderful place to be.
Praise be to the leader of the industry.
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Quiet Pleasure
05:32
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QUIET PLEASURE
Hiding sounds under white noise.
Some nights we make the right choice.
I think I know what she enjoys.
A faster heartbeat with a quiet voice.
Twist and tear apart with what you’ve got.
Stick it in the heart and don’t stop.
Such unknown pleasures,
And you’ll own yours forever.
Heavy breathing,
You’ll be writhing to
Heavy needing
You’ll be crying soon.
Oh, so pleasing,
Drowned in heavy blue.
They’ll be grieving,
When you’re through.
Then the sound comes like thunder.
The sun don’t rise in a killers eyes.
Never let it go keep the volume low.
The ground shakes from under.
You can see the knife
under strobing lights.
Aching breath it’s the little death.
Such unknown pleasures,
And you’ll own yours forever.
Every time you touch is such a sin.
You’ve never even heard of such a thing.
Stifle every sound you start to sing,
As your body starts to tremble from within.
Don’t you say a word.
Keep the volume low.
Don’t you say a word.
Keep the volume low.
Then the sound comes like thunder.
The sun don’t rise in a killers eyes.
Never let it go keep the volume low.
The ground shakes from under,
You can see the knife
under strobing lights.
Aching breath it’s the little death.
Quiet pleasure.
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The Witching Hour
04:24
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THE WITCHING HOUR
The setting sun,
The last rays of summer fall.
Forgetting everyone,
The last days are here for all.
The witching hour.
When whispers bleed upon the breeze,
When kisses bring you to your knees.
Her kiss is sour.
The witching hour.
She plants the seed, she holds the keys,
She’s what you need to escape this dream.
I tried to fly.
I tried to fly.
The witching hour.
Every word is heresy,
Every sight you’re about to see.
Just a breath is blasphemy,
Just a touch, brutality.
The witching hour.
Under the weight of gravity,
Boiling blood and agony,
She has the poisonous remedy,
Made with love and alchemy.
The witching hour.
When whispers bleed upon the breeze,
When kisses bring you to your knees.
Her kiss is sour.
The witching hour.
She plants the seed, she holds the keys,
She’s what you need to escape this dream.
She says…
1 2 3 4 5 6 7,
All good children go to Heaven.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7,
All good children go to Heaven.
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