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02:59
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Long-tooth moon, I know it well
Open up cold veins, pumping out fresh hell
Blood of faith offers no control
Death shall be the carriage of this soul
Welcome the dying of your light
This ritual has failed, so let us start
Welcome the dead into my heart
On cooling lips, I taste the name
A cleansing grasp of October flames
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Suicide Baby
01:46
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Open gate on a vile world
First day from an exit wound
Birthing howl as an antistrophe
Clinical in a shutdown ward
Let me crawl further from your light
Head start on slow decay
Poison voice that calls your name
Last gasp before a scream
Love affair with an empty womb
Suicide baby
Terminal from the start of breath
Open arms of a lifelong casket
Unfurl in time for decline
This is the start of a negative climb
Breathing air in a feral world
Skintight, new burial suit
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Grow Cold
01:53
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Discarded nerves leaking empathy
I feel the cold burrow deep inside
This wail of cleansing grey for nightmare comas
Are you calling, Hyde?
Ingest and disappear
Grow cold, my blood
Embrace the taste of fear
Grow cold my blood
Sing to me a song of endings
A dead love letter then I say goodnight
No innocents in these games
We're all dead now, snuff the lights
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In Love With The Motor
03:22
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Pouring down a bloodstained horizon
White holes in oncoming eyes
Dawn is when the fuel runs low
Two lines carve the path too slow
Open up the heart valves, let the venom flow
Safe within the wreckage of a dream
This highway's ours until it burns
Sacrifice on a nailhead altar
In love with the motor
Black ritual to feed this ride
Nitrous prayers to the other side
Scream until the line runs dry
One hundred hits of suicide
Grind this pedal down 'til my heart beats right
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Another night calling, the stage set's the same
The tick of all hours, a call to the game
Hands have retracted with no one to hold
The lights have faded and the flowers grown cold
Echoes now of old soliloquys
Muttered over filthy rosaries
Memory fading, where do these stairs lead?
Afraid of the memories abandoned rooms bleed
Alone in the nursery, awake at the wall
This contract's not written as it seems
Did you go astray?
I heard someone scream
Please bury me in this dream
This is the anchor, alone at the dock
Here is our love in a funeral frock
A fistfull of posies, a letter not sent
Your family hovers, they wait for the end
No one comes calling, the fanfare is gone
Remember the horrors of your own Vietnam
Why does it hurt, fatherr, why does it cry?
The piss of an angel fall'n in it's eye
Savor a last breath from this final night
Illusions of family will burn in the light
Your body transformed ot the kingdom of flies
Your vicar's smiling and he's telling lies
A wall full of eyes, shining and wet
Dry mouth choke back on unspoken regrets
A final bell ringing the end of your fight
A kiss on the eyelids, time for goodnight
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Death Church New Orleans, Louisiana
Death Church came about from a stew of influences: Samhain,TSOL, Christian Death, GISM, Joy Division to name a few. Throughout each incarnation, the songs remain about the daily strife of human existence, the horrors of isolation and despair, the feeling that everything sits on a thin glass sheet over primoridal chaos. Always too punk for the goths, too goth for the punks. We are the sleepless. ... more
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