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Together
03:20
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Catching the eyes
Of starving dogs
A careful guise
Bred in catalogs
Meet me in the fountain
Of suitors we’ve forgotten
Eating the fruit
Forbidden, rotten
Prowling in the junkyard of love
Hiding in the junkyard of love
Naked in the junkyard of love
Together in the junkyard of love
Of love
Shedding flesh
Shifting sands - a limping dream
Distorted time
Unravels at the seam
Amongst the ruins
Of Sodom and Gomorrah
Nostalgia spills
On laced legs - a dimming aura
Prowling in the junkyard of love
Hiding in the junkyard of love
Naked in the junkyard of love
Together in the junkyard of love
Of love
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2. |
Warm Descent
04:12
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Beneath sticky covers
Painted like scars on your skin
I’ve been grinding my teeth
Dulling the blade of original sin
Posed like lovers
Dreaming of timeshares in heaven
Melting bodies
Slipping into possession
It’s been a warm decent
Dripping bile
Spit and repent
(Caressing vices until angels sing)
Repent
(Licking flames for the sting)
Nausea in an ugly nest
Pillow talk
When perversions infest
(The taste’s still there)
Infest
(Faith fades in Magdalena’s stare)
Circling vultures
Dancing on the carcass of youth
Running out on the bill with plague dreams
Communion and the fading truth
Hollow seductions
Of sainthood and fleeting self worth
Beyond the garden gates
Indulging demons with a song of rebirth
It’s been a warm decent
Dripping bile
Spit and repent
(Caressing vices until angels sing)
Repent
(Licking flames for the sting)
Nausea in an ugly nest
Pillow talk
When perversions infest
(The taste’s still there)
Infest
(Faith fades in Magdalena’s stare)
It’s been a warm decent
Dripping bile
Spit and repent
(Caressing vices until angels sing)
Repent
(Licking flames for the sting)
Nausea in an ugly nest
Pillow talk
When perversions infest
(The taste’s still there)
Infest
(Faith fades in Magdalena’s stare)
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3. |
Rented Love
03:36
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Chained together in the primal womb
Crawling to temptation
For a chance to consume
Sinking words in tunneled flaws
Hints of rented love
Underneath her acrylic claws
Let the fever burn, burn, burn with desire
In the shadow of Eden
Nursing wounds in veins of the fire
Let the doves yearn, yearn, yearn for something higher
In the shadow of Eden
Salvation lost on the lips of the choir
Lusting between subterranean beds
Beneath the ghost town
As the jungle spreads
Dire times swelling, engulfing
Chomping at the bit
With Armageddon pulsing
Let the fever burn, burn, burn with desire
In the shadow of Eden
Nursing wounds in veins of the fire
Let the doves yearn, yearn, yearn for something higher
In the shadow of eden
Salvation lost on the lips of the choir
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4. |
Chrome Medusa
03:21
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Lost again in gridlocks of your wet hair
Damp back seats in the mirror’s glare
Sweat and grease as pistons thrash
Revved up and willing to crash
Summoning Chrome Medusa
Chrome Medusa
(Headlights flash - Whip or lash)
Summoning Chrome Medusa
Chrome Medusa
(Headlights flash - Whip or lash)
Steal my dreams in your car
Jagged chrome with hopes to scar
Trading paint
Pressing tongues
No restraint
Empty lungs
Summoning Chrome Medusa
Chrome Medusa
(Headlights flash - Whip or lash)
Summoning Chrome Medusa
Chrome Medusa
(Headlights flash - Whip or lash)
Summoning Chrome Medusa
Chrome Medusa
(Headlights flash - Whip or lash)
Summoning Chrome Medusa
Chrome Medusa
(Headlights flash - Whip or lash)
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5. |
Winter
03:57
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Frozen patterns
Neon lines
Redshift city lights
Outside the window
It's silent and dark
Smoke-filled room
Ashtray full
Radiator hiss
Melting snow on leather boots
Old concrete pregnant with ghosts
Reflection intent divine
No heat left
Nothing but rot
Rusty scaffold survives
Remains of time
Two million forms
Shapes of isolation
Met with the past
An arctic welcome
Declines humanity
Ice rejects your advances
We were cold, now it's the shell
Old concrete pregnant with ghosts
Reflection intent divine
No heat left
Nothing but rot
Rusty scaffold survives
Remains of time
Forgotten
Fraying of rope
Affliction torment
Resign
In glory a mirror, shameful turn
Winter's hour arrives
Remains of time
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6. |
Static Collapse
03:40
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Who do you know
Who don't you know
Nothing to dissolve
Will you go
Don't you go
A fantasy in silver resolve
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