1. |
A Solution
02:45
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To hit the wall of night so iron clad
Held cold and reflexive, man! We’re gonna crash
Bereaved in rotting fruits of nights to run us dry
Wasting time at arms as beauty slowly dies
And this dead world within you
has found a point to pass through
Impassive night would crucify
the flimsy flesh of bunk desire,
We’d cause a scene for the voyeur
Old wounds on display for the voyeur
Pathologies to destroy us
we’d sink low - we’d ride high
lovers bitter will to try
I’m cold alone and naked lying in my room
Living in your eyes, i hate what I’ve become
I’m cold alone and naked lying in my room,
wandering your dead land looking for the moon
The flimsy light contains encoded histories
that may hold an image of you I could keep
No time to think so grab a drink
we’d move, move, move this way
Move in disillusion - move in destitution
Move - find a solution
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2. |
Tonight We'll Be Gone
04:26
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The days they pass so strange
you know what I mean?
I’m barely getting paid, my chick is so far gone
Can’t stand living in this old skin, no not tonight
Hey man! What you doing tonight?
Lets grab a smoke and go for a ride,
to pass the time
And night speeds by in sleek stream line
The sun sinks far beyond deep blankets of night
We transgress every boarder through horizon lines
A perfect patch of pitch-less black
just ahead in sight: inside
Hey man! what you doing tonight?
Lets grab a smoke and go for a ride,
to pass the time
Go-go custom car commando
bring this thing to its crescendo
Winding roads just may end you
In the end you may just find true blue
Nothing matters now!
How could it matter now?
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3. |
St. Anthony
01:39
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Flesh bound wrath,
and hungry hands,
enough to deconstruct a man,
dragged across the pavement
where he’d scream:
“Lovers enter threshold so kindly,
but they’ve been unkind inside me”
St. Anthony would bear the blows
semen in the wounds that would not close
in boiling pits
of carrion pitch
i am alone
Six months later in that barren, black room
he showed us what a lover scorned could do
We’d catch the bits of blood
they could not stamp out
and run our fingers over every bruise
St. Anthony would bear the blows
semen in the wounds that would not close
in boiling pits
of carrion pitch
I am alone
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4. |
Chloe
03:08
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I’m alone I’m alone
stumbling between vacancies
I’m alone I’m alone
and the sycophants, they make you freeze
Chloe - rotting goddess under glass,
deprivation, self abuse - sooth as eyes leer past
“I’m alone, I’m alone” she says
O Chloe - my tears become a wreath,
to wrap around your neck, burning sacraments
burning sacraments
on the alter of Chloe’s discontent
I’m alone, I’m alone - intrepid, unsteady, I’m ready
You the tepid water the world would wade through
snarling, voracious, as they drink unkind from you
and your effigy will burn if you build it to,
and your sacrifice would last a lifetime
if you need it to
and the fires burn your face ash grey
as you sit in your silent room, dissolving away
So much missing time
So much missing time
O Chloe
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5. |
Fruits of Gomorrah
03:40
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Terminal A Los Angeles, California
Terminal A is an Industrial/Synth Punk duo formed in late 2012 by vocalist Colin Peterson and guitarist Lee Busch. The group consists of vocals and heavily processed guitar played live over programmed backtracks. The music is a blend of wide-ranging influences, including early Minimal Wave and Electronic groups, as well as early L.A. Punk and Hardcore, and well as modernist aesthetic movements. ... more
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