Suicide rock, industrial from the mind of a self-destructive man.
"He was the archetype of self-destruction, ever lost in the romance of his post-love sickness; no more nevermore. His taste now only of disdain in the mouths of others, to be forgotten forsaken; a has been that never was."
The bones are out, the vultures fly;
No angles in the sky.
Their mouths are dry, our stomachs full.
Selfishness will rid us all…
They have no name, the have no face.
Their voice has long been eradicated.
A monster waits within us all,
Destroying all we’ve ever built.
It’s in our eyes but not our hearts;
The crestfallen, we are their scar.
There is no time, not like now;
To save this shit before it all will perish.
There’s blood on my hands, I am not saint.
I’m just a man trying to live and make a change.
We all have a past, it’s not our now;
So don’t repeat what’s already been done.
It’s in our eyes, but not our hearts…
Why do you believe in a lie!
All prayers go unheard!
The only reaction is action itself!
So stop following the ignorance!
It’s in our eyes but not our hearts;
The crestfallen, we are their scar.
We all have a past, it’s not now;
So save this shit before…
hey, hey
It’s in our eyes but not our hearts ;
The crestfallen, we are their scar.
There is no time, not like now;
To save this shit before we lose it all.
Hey, hate, hey, hey.
credits
from Deathmass Six,
released December 5, 2014
Jeremiah Saint
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