1. |
Sevastopol
04:28
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Signing up on dotted lines
boys staggering down trough the frontiers
and mothers achingly commend
I tried to hide my trembling hands
Hiding fright in my crouched back
This cannot be my time, yet
Feels like I’ve lost my touch
stinging cold burning my eyes
god, I beg, see for my aid
The earth starts trembling
Then, light explodes in thousand pieces
I see them entering
My skin, like rain of hungry maggots
I touch the golden heart
My useless amulet
As the dirt is closing in
Moist and warmth escort the pain
prepared, I let you take me in
Shape of lingering blue light
- before the roots will swallow it -
touch me and I’ll feel loved, again
The earth starts trembling
Then, light explodes in thousand pieces
I see them entering
My skin, like rain of hungry maggots
I touch the golden heart
That’s hanging off of shoelace – neckless
Last thing I’ll ever see
My useless amulet
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2. |
Rock Bottom
05:46
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We reached the rock bottom
we pray at its altar
to give us the strength
to make it through another day
A son or a brother
will die in the gutter
like dogs in the streets,
if they run, well - they are guilty
So you just stand
like there's nothing to defend
Stand still and stay silent
cause violence for violence
is rule of the beast.
Better not to get hands dirty.
You ask if what you did
is so much more wicked
than what you did not
I say none can be forgiven
So you just stand
like there's nothing to defend.
So you pretend
it's too hard to understand.
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3. |
Murderer in My Bed
04:33
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There's a beast in my bed
A cross, tattooed on her back
She kills innocent bugs
For breakfast
She makes intricate webs
She hides in cracks as she checks
If any of many strings
Caught breakfast
And when the prey gets caught
She cuts open their throats
Waits for intestines to rot
And then devours their souls
Murderer in my bed
I get you
Cos I have a cross on my back
And I like to feed on the dead.
Murderer in my bed
The corpses don't make me sad
Even the crooked must have
Their breakfast
And when the prey gets killed
Someone opens their throats
Waits for the buckets to fill
After pealing their coats
Murderer in my bed
Is not you
Cos I have a cross on my back
And I like to feed on the dead.
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4. |
Ronnie
04:45
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Mutter from downstairs
Something 'bout empty bottles
Little brother cries
She's much to drunk to bother
Ronnie stays outside
Outside is getting colder
Begs to be let in
I turn the music louder
Carefully ask
If I had anyone
His name was Ronnie
Dad used to kick him
When he dug holes in our yard
Daddy came home late
Ronnie just tried to warn me
Daddy hated him
Little mutt was biting
Ronnie now lays still
'Don't like what that's implying
Mom doesn't say a thing
Little brother's crying
Carefully ask
If I had anyone
His name was Ronnie
Dad used to kick him
When he dug holes in our yard
Carefully ask
If I had anyone
His name was Ronnie
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5. |
Pests
05:23
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Standing in a crossroads debri in the moonlight
Body freezes, dry twigs crackle, buck in headlights
I'm a hermit, little brown lamb to the slaughter
Staring down the barrell, dare you to move forward
We were supposed to tremble stronger
We should fear men, 'stead of hunger
Cleansing the soil won't take longer
Than just one slice of your knife
Take them pests away
Away
Chewing off legs in tangled wires
Release us from pain and call it kindness
Stealing the fruit of your labor
Go for the head
Justice says, take them pests away
Away
Standing in a crossroad debri in the moonlight
Body freezes, dry twigs crackle, buck in headlight
I'm a hermit, little brown lamb to the slaughter
Staring down the barrell, dare you to move forward
Here's my heart, my lungs, yours for the taking
Here's my heart, my lungs, your for the taking
I dare you, I dare you
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6. |
Infrared
04:13
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I see it in your eyes
Even through the infrared
goggles, and disguise:
You’ll never stop until I’m dead
You search for me
cause I caused her pain.
You shared her blood and name.
I know you loved her
– I did as well
That’s why I understand.
But you don’t know -
nor do you give a damn -
about just how it feels
You see it in my eyes,
Even in the infrared
colour spectrum: I’m a ruin
And I won't stop until I'm dead
You’re punching me,
cause I caused her death.
You share your blood and name.
But I’m not myself
when I see red;
just like this very moment.
But you don’t know
- nor do you give a damn -
about just how it feels,
when a person is asking for it.
Is begging for it.
But soon you’ll understand.
DIE!
[fuck ...]
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7. |
Fires
06:50
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So, there’re fires
Burning my cabin door
Red flowers
On the wooden charcoal roof
With dreadful screech
It cracks down to the frame
I watch
Small shoes there by the drawer
So, there’re fires
So, they came
Too much of it I spoke
I bow
Cold lead cuts my joint
So we go
Man to life, a leaf to wind
And I know
Daisies will mark my soil
So, there’re fires
Burning my cabin door
Red flowers
So, there’re fires
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8. |
The Seeds
04:52
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A birch is bowing down to say
hello to all the faces.
To all who laid and will still go
to sleep in her embraces
A grave of leaves way down bellow
A dog is crying in the woods
for all the friends he’s buried
For all the bones and tape cassettes
I hear him howl and below
With his tears I’ll moist the soil
I’ll take my men on rosy hill
so they can watch the sunset.
I’ll veil them in a cloak of grass
and carve a monument
I’ll plant my grief and watch it grow
A grave of leaves way down bellow
With his tears I’ll moist the soil
I’ll plant my grief and watch it grow.
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