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I was sewn into the stories of the parts that they gave me
Both broken and cherished by moments that made me
And I really thought I was the heart of the monster
It turned out I was a victim whose heart was a hostage
In the lonely light of death I could only be conquered
By the depths of futile striving and electricity’s water
But I was wrong
I was the scalpel
Sharp and long
And very agile
Like a song
Without a chapel
Like a bomb
Without its shrapnel
Like the comings and goings of thread in your skin
If I stitched you together I could summon life in
I could reach for the stars and in doing reach for you
I thought I heard you whisper that you reached for life too
But I was wrong
I was the lighting
Sleek and strong
I saw you dying
Like a song
Without its crying
You were lost
I had to fight it
I think I was the madman who brought dreams in fragments
Made a scrapbook of life I can’t even make sense of
Or maybe I was the table just holding your corpse
Unwilling to let go even though there’s no hope
But I was wrong
I was the monster
Strung along
And left to wander
Like a song
Without a concert
Like a bomb
Without its slaughter
I was the beckon of death in your broken hearted seams
Waiting for your return to the promise of peace
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Egregious
03:21
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How long will minutes slither through my veins and
Why am I surprised?
Each cell lives lifetimes in a single moment
While I catch up to time
Stop throwing coins inside my hell
This is a grave, not a wishing well
Stop throwing coins inside my hell
This is a grave, not a wishing well
Sometimes I keep secrets: vile, egregious
I keep them from myself
Wisdom is wasted on the ones enlightened
I’m wasted in hell
I’m nothing but a traveler with broken legs
Don’t ask so much from me
Life itself is wasted on those who are living
I can’t even breathe
Stop throwing coins inside my hell
This is a grave, not a wishing well
Stop throwing coins inside my hell
This is a grave, not a wishing well
Vile, egregious
Hide your secrets
Vile, egregious
Hide your secrets
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on your arm was a star that strayed into your being
as i remember i sing far to the open sky above my ceiling
I'll die with a dream etched into my skin
just like you and your dreaming did
my songs and tattoos tell your story
this is my memento mori
i have cigarette smoke lips
and a burnt floor full of holes
the embers relive your smoky kiss as ash tumbles
screaming as it falls
(chorus)
is this really the same floor where i cradled
and made love to you?
is this really the same open door
i throw your waiting ghost into?
(chorus)
memento mori
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4. |
Murder Cycle
03:00
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don't tell me that you understand
don't inform me you're in the know
you'll never know if i'll survive
and come out better or if i'll grow
grief is the murder cycle
most will never rise
grief is the murder cycle
mind gone
don't bound your religious judgement
don't tell me how i must suffer
my pain is all that i'll see
unbearable every time i breath
(chorus)
sanity amputated from me
ripping my whole world apart
endless wait to be redeemed
i will grieve my shattered heart
(chorus)
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Strangled Red
03:34
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We all play a game
A virtual reality
If I decide to tie a noose
It’s only imaginary
No one really lives
Because no one’s really dead
Here in lavender town
We all are strangled red
He whispers to me softly
“Don’t follow me into the crimson night
There’s a blood moon here for you to see
With the illusion of the atoms of your eyes”
An act such as this
Is prepared in the music of the heart
And its quantum resonance
Plucked by our chemical gods
Sand castles gain sentience
Before waves wash us away
Camus’ Sisyphus
In god’s video game
He whispers to me softly
“Don’t follow me into the crimson night
There’s a blood moon here for you to see
With the illusion of the atoms of your eyes”
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Boston George
02:33
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You can drink his blood and eat his body
Why not snort his spooge up your nose?
A speedball straight outta god’s balls
He’ll blow his load so you get some blow
You feel you can do anything
That shit’s more disgusting
Than the juices from a gothic mugging
He’ll let you look at kiddie porn if afterward you snort god’s sperm
You’re forgiven now my son
You’re just another junkie
Cut your drugs with piety
Salty glop in your sinus cavity
Some nasty thoughts come from that jizz
The things you love are also sins
Refugees aren’t people but a zygote is
You feel you can do anything
That shit’s more disgusting
Than the juices from a gothic mugging
He’ll let you look at kiddie porn if afterwards you snort god’s sperm
You’re forgiven now my son
What the fuck is in the cool aid?
You kneel down but not to pray
A love affair with rock-hard Jeez
C’mon priest, it’s just a little sneeze
You feel you can do anything
That shit’s more disgusting than the juices from a gothic mugging
He’ll let you look at kiddie porn if afterwards you snort god’s sperm
You’re forgiven now my son
A drop of semen calms your mind
His cum brings you to paradise
You get a Boston George at Eucharist
Thank fuck I am an atheist
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7. |
Anger Redux
03:56
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fear, hurt, rage,
emptiness and pain
reckless and invincible
madness will tear you apart
destroy your brain and rip out your heart
brick up your walls
toss out your guns
full of tears
aggressive towards fears
anger takes control
wont let go
ingulfs the soul
anger takes control
wont let go
and will take its toll
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8. |
Suffering
04:30
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For Dylan.
Our life together must of been a dream
I wake up in rage against reality
Could I of done anything to keep you here with me?
"I'll see you soon" and a kiss on the neck
but when i wake up all you are is dead
with the memory of love scraping through my head
My spirits with you through dystopia
crying in rivers of mania
I'm glad you didnt know what was happening
nothing can help this suffering
you must be sailing across the stars
in a black sailed ship with an old guitar
I hope you found understanding wherever you are
every moment I live takes me down too far
my Dylan, my poet, my sweet partner
life is short but grief is forever
my spirit caves with this awful curse
dying is horrible but living is worse
i can't get away from these memories
nothing can help this suffering
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Our day is coming
burning like a furnace
must be armed with fire
and the metal of gun
swallowed. devoured. burn
all the arrogant shall be
chaff salted with fire
captive and by plunder
let those bones be burned
swallowed. devoured. burn.
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11. |
(fin)
04:28
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BONEFIRE Minneapolis, Minnesota
Veteran HEAVY/
GOTHIC/PUNK/
METAL collective featuring 1/2 of the band MISERY (MN) along with constituents of IN BLACK PRINT (MN) and SAI U DROM (MN/NY).
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