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Your face is a facade.
A pastiche of beauty.
But we know what you are.
You’re unclean.
Another psyche split in half.
One side shown, one hidden.
Now remove the mask.
Show what’s God given.
Let the ugly out. Let the ugly out.
Let the ugly out. Let the ugly out.
See the flaws all over our skin?
The imperfections?
It shows everywhere that we’ve been.
Our predilections.
‘Cos we’re not so pristine.
Just overexposed.
Every pose is routine.
And everyone knows, so…
Let the ugly out. Let the ugly out.
Let the ugly out. Let the ugly out.
Be a beauty killer.
Be better than bitter.
Be a beauty killer.
Smash that mirror.
Be a beauty killer.
Be one size bigger.
Be a beauty killer.
Pull that trigger.
The pursuit of perfection.
Or the appearance of.
Will destroy your reflection.
It becomes distorted.
Let it out.
The pursuit of perfection.
Let it out.
Will destroy your reflection.
We’re all the same.
A design corrupted.
So I’ll say it again.
Fuck the construct.
Let the ugly out. Let the ugly out.
Let the ugly out. Let the ugly out.
Be a beauty killer.
Be better than bitter.
Be a beauty killer.
Smash that mirror.
Be a beauty killer.
Be one size bigger.
Be a beauty killer.
Pull that trigger.
Let the ugly out. Let the ugly out.
Let the ugly out. Let the ugly out.
All the sick under your skin.
All the shit, everything.
Let it begin.
So sing.
Let it begin.
So sing.
Let it begin.
Let the ugly out. Let the ugly out.
Let the ugly out. Let the ugly out.
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I Am Electric.
It courses through my body.
Pure and raw, the will of God.
A primal force.
I’m energy, feared and fatal.
Ecstasy, unthinking, unstable.
I sear angels.
I am electric. A live wire.
And I flow through you.
I am you, I am electric.
And I flow through you.
A touch of death to feel alive.
It’s too much, I won’t survive.
And still it’s not enough.
Because life and death, it’s the same.
I’m your breath, you know my name.
I’ll dress you in flames.
I am electric. A live wire.
And I flow through you.
I cannot be contained.
Burning ions bursting from my veins.
I cannot be contained.
I’m short wired.
Pure desire.
I am electric,
Absolute power!
I am electric and I flow though you
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Hear, hear me call,
With a song, looping ad infinitum.
You’re my receiver.
Now tune in and believe.
You’re my receiver.
Now believe.
Go, go with me,
To a place over the rainbow.
Far, far from here,
As sure as moons pull the tides, I will pull you inside.
Move with the sea,
If you choose, let go and flow with me.
You’re my receiver.
Now tune in and believe.
You’re my receiver.
Now believe.
My waves,
Can save,
I’m preaching on frequencies drifting your way.
Are you receiving me?
The tower is high.
Pure in design.
My all seeing eye.
Both dark and divine.
This beacon is mine.
And the signal is live.
It’s alive.
Hear, hear my voice.
Wide and vast, louder than the past.
Now come, take my hand.
I speak in a tongue only some understand…
And you are one.
You’re my receiver.
Now believe.
You’re my receiver.
You won’t need faith when you have me.
You’re my receiver.
Now believe.
You’re my receiver.
I’m the priest of the frequencies you need.
You’re my receiver.
Believe.
I’m a little lighthouse.
Beaming over Babylon.
I’m a little lighthouse.
I’ll guide you through the night, until we see the day.
I’m a little lighthouse.
Shining over Sodom.
I’m a little lighthouse.
I’ll guide you through, with lovers eyes, and show the way.
You’re my receiver.
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Despite our best laid plans.
There’s always work for idle hands.
And tonight, as we lay awake.
A thought takes shape.
I’ll be Cain, you be Abel.
We’ll climb the Tower of Babel.
To call god on the party line.
Talk in all the tongues of swine.
We see the divine outlined with a neon sign.
His blood, the taste of cheap wine.
Through my tears I see Elysium.
Liquor pouring easy, God’s got a gun.
Every channel’s showing soft core porn.
Starring Saints and believers reborn.
This is it, as good as it gets.
We’ve got cheap cigarettes and Russian roulette.
There’s such sights in the midnight heat.
Well, you should see the view from the penthouse suite.
Afar, Archangels in automobiles.
Driving muscle cars through the Elysian Fields.
Chasing girls like the guiding star.
Looking suave, smoking Cuban cigars,
They’ve got the same song playing on repeat.
While doing bumps of coke in the back seat.
A motorcade like an army.
Cruising under red lights and palm trees.
Yeah, these pearly gates.
They open ’til late.
It looks like a tourist trap.
Kitsch bars and gift shops selling crap.
Why not buy your own messiah?
Who knew Jesus was made in China?
Sold by Mother Mary, now endowed with silicon.
His Kingdom, more like Babylon.
The angels’ got fuckin’ plastic wings.
And all god’s people sing.
Hallelujah.
Sing.
Hallelujah.
There’s elevator muzak in Heaven.
The strip clubs are open from seven.
The overweight, old and nameless.
Enter the gates, this place is Las Vegas.
This place is Las Vegas.
For the infirm and nameless.
There’s elevator muzak in Heaven.
They turn that shit up to eleven.
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Rush
04:45
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Chase. Chasing the next high.
Race. Racing in my mind.
To catch. Catch what I can’t find.
Attack. I pull the sun from the sky.
Rush.
Give me what I need.
I need a rush.
Give it to me.
Rush.
Give me what I need.
I need a rush.
More love, more other.
More touch, more colours and such.
…and such.
It’s not enough.
Rush.
So I’ll…
Push.
Keep pushing it further.
I’ll push.
Beyond the fervour.
Crash.
Crash through defences.
I’ll smash.
Smash all the senses.
In search of more feeling.
I’ll burst through the ceiling.
Rush.
Give me what I need.
I need a rush.
Give it to me.
Rush.
Give me what I need.
I need a rush.
I need more love, more other.
More touch, more colours and such.
Please, just give it to me.
Rush.
Give me what I need.
I need a rush.
Rush.
Brittle things will always break.
It’s just a question of how much force
it will take.
Rush.
More than monochrome.
I want to see ultraviolet and neon glows.
Take me to a place where the unknown grows.
Rush.
Kill the quiet.
End the dearth, the sound of silence.
Give me earthquakes and ultra-violence.
Give me the most, an overdose.
Give me the most, I need to know.
Rush.
‘Cos it’s all too slow.
So faster and further I go.
Take it even higher, to a brand new low.
Rush.
My body screams.
I’ll self-destruct at these speeds.
Pushing into ever increasing extremes.
Give me the most, an overdose.
Give me the most, I need to know.
I need a rush.
Push, push, push, push, push.
Brittle things will always break.
Rush.
How much force will it take?
Push.
And when it gives way, a martyr is made.
A martyr is made.
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The Electric Ocean
05:20
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Here we are, out of touch and out of time.
In a world of brutality and butterflies.
It’s a feeling, so hard to summarise.
Because we change with the turning of the tides.
Now I’m someone that I don’t recognise.
But you hear me, much to my surprise.
We’ll talk about martyrs.
And walk into the water.
We’re on a precipice, under moonlight.
Far below, waves crash into vapour white.
And how it bites, the sharpest chill of night.
But it takes us in, it holds us tight.
We stand, windswept and weeping.
Jump with me, while the world is sleeping.
We’ll talk about martyrs.
And walk into the water.
Let go.
Meet the maker of miracles.
Let go, Just let go.
And meet the maker of miracles.
We step over the horizon.
Pray for something final.
Eternity can take a while.
But I’ll wait, on the shores of Nihil.
Now fall into sleep.
To have and to hold.
The ocean is deep.
As the world is old.
We’ll talk about martyrs,
And walk into the water,
Let go,
Meet the maker of miracles,
Let go, Just let go,
And meet the maker of miracles,
We scream out.
Oh, how it echoes.
Into the heavens.
Across the electric ocean.
The electric ocean.
We’re only dreaming.
Like waves repeating.
Jump with me.
While the world is sleeping.
Let go.
The ocean expands.
Fall.
But will we ever land?
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A World In Error
04:55
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Error, error.
Shut down.
Error, error, error.
We feel the eye of Horus
boring through us.
We’re beyond Osiris.
Damned our cites to dust.
A civilisation sinking
into wreck and ruin.
A planet in a desert skin.
Our tomb in the sands therein.
A world in error.
Ruined forever.
Feel the true terror of…
A world in error.
True terror.
Error, error.
Shut down.
It’s a global collapse.
Error. Crash. Error. Crash.
Shut down.
It’s a global collapse.
There’s an error.
A system failure.
Shut down.
Error, error, error.
Earth burns like Mercury,
boiling the seas.
Dead dunes in scarlet red,
pulling on the final threads
of our Kingdom of rust and bones.
Sing for the last, all alone.
Burying our children.
And we knew, we knew it would kill them.
A world in error.
Ruined forever.
Feel the true terror of…
A world in error.
True terror.
Error, error.
It’s a global collapse.
Shut down.
It’s a global collapse.
Error. Crash. Error. Crash.
Shut down.
It’s a global collapse.
There’s an error.
A system failure.
Shut down.
System failure.
Shut down.
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8. |
Sinners Are More Fun
03:38
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This hot mess got a brand new flag.
Yeah, the kids do it best,
with their imperial drag.
Feel this beat and sin with me.
Angels will fall, Devil come call.
We’ll play seductions sweetest symphony.
Our death-cult cabal, Devil come call.
The sinners are much more fun,
The sinners are more fun.
Come enjoy the degradation,
As the world comes undone,
It’s like a scene from Revelations,
An apocalypse for everyone,
Much more fun,
Bitch got a sting and glitterspit.
Angels will fall, Devil come call.
The sweetest things can have a sour kick.
Swallow it all, Devil come call.
The sinners are much more fun.
The sinners are more fun.
Come enjoy the degradation,
As the world comes undone,
It’s like a scene from Revelations,
An apocalypse for everyone,
For everyone.
Come, come with us.
Now come, come with us.
Turn it up, turn it up.
Cover the world in angel dust.
Turn it up, turn it up.
You’ll see, yeah, they walk among us.
Wait for the Devil come call.
The world’s a glitter ball.
Demons, us all.
Yeah, God’s got the guns,
But sinners are much more fun.
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Into the night.
Into the night.
When the sun’s low, we follow.
Into the night.
Where everything seems alright.
Into the night.
A world below, more fallow.
Into the night.
Where we forget we’re so finite.
Into the night.
It wraps around us, a second skin.
Into the night.
Where we shift into another life.
Into the night.
We’re someone else, or some “thing”.
Into the night.
It all fits, it’s all defined.
It all fits.
Everything.
It all fits.
And I fit in.
Into the night.
Into the night.
Into the night.
Into the night.
Into the night.
It’s open wide and there’s nothing to fear.
Into the night.
In starlit skies, we’re falling satellites.
Into the night.
Away from the eyes of the scolding sphere.
Into the night.
Where life’s not so black and white.
We’re in the same space.
But it’s a different place.
It’s all brighter somehow.
More alive, here and now.
I’ve been waiting.
It’s all so intoxicating.
Into the night.
Into the night.
I don’t want it to end.
I know it comes again, but…
I don’t want it to end.
And I know it’s just pretend, but…
Wake me when the world meets nightfall.
Wake me, please.
Take me to the ethereal.
It’s all I need.
Into the night.
Into the night.
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10. |
Transform
04:48
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I’m less a man with every hour.
As I devolve and devour.
I dissolve, crack and fold.
My flesh too vague to hold.
Transform.
I shed the skin, and you’re looking in.
At the chrysalis of a formless thing.
I’m not me, I don’t dream.
I’ve lost all identity.
Transform.
Now break, break me down.
And what will I become?
It’s far too late.
What will I become?
I mutate.
What will I become?
It’s far too late.
Now I mutate.
I am changing.
I’m someone else.
Someone new.
Someone broken.
Just like you.
I’m re-born.
It’s a new dawn.
I’m transformed.
What I was, and what I am.
You won’t comprehend or understand.
A different shape, a different face.
And you’ll find me in a different place.
Transform.
Re-born, another womb torn.
Re-birthed from filth and porn.
It’s a new world, and a new tune.
With brighter colours and a sweet perfume.
Transform.
And what will I become?
Transform.
And what will I become?
It’s far too late.
What will I become?
I mutate.
Transform.
What will I become?
It’s far too late.
Now I mutate.
I change. I’m changing.
Transform.
I’m someone else.
Someone new.
Someone broken.
Just like you.
I’m re-born.
It’s a new dawn.
I’m transformed.
Transform.
It takes control and I evolve.
Transform.
My soul dissolves.
Transform.
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Drown With You
06:34
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I see the lust in your eyes.
Yes, I see the lust in your eyes.
Steadfast at the waters edge.
Resisting a perfect death.
The deep speaks, pulling hard.
Our primal needs tear our hearts apart.
I see the lust in your eyes.
Yes, I see the lust in your eyes.
Dive on in, head first.
Eye to eye, we’ll submerge.
And we’re lost again, in warm waters.
Lust is liquid, love is smaller.
Breathe it in, fill the lungs.
Sins of skin, come undone.
It’s fainter now, only roaring sound.
A flesh surround, inside we drown.
And to drown with you is beautiful.
Pull me down.
Take me now, pull me under.
Below the surf we merge.
I see the lust in your eyes.
Yes, I see the lust in your eyes.
I see the lust in your eyes.
Yes, I see the lust in your eyes.
I let go.
Into depths unknown.
Where strange colours glow.
And our bodies move slow.
We’re beyond the brink, so hold me close.
Love or sex, which matters less?
Pressure mounts, and we’ll implode.
But this is now, that comes next.
And I will not wait, so take.
Pull me in, pull me under.
If this is it, make it so.
Euphoria to black, in one final blur.
To drown with you is beautiful.
Pull me down.
Take me now, pull me under.
Below the surf we merge.
I see the lust in your eyes.
Yes, I see the lust in your eyes.
I see the lust in your eyes.
Yes, I see the lust in your eyes.
From euphoria to black.
There’s no coming back.
Heads and hearts pounding.
To drown with you, it’s beautiful.
From euphoria to black.
There’s no coming back.
From euphoria to black.
There’s no coming back.
To drown with you, it’s beautiful.
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