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I Come to Dust
06:06
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I Come to Dust
Designed for pain
Designed for pain
Two years of trembling, two years of strain
Two years of minding for not scaring you
Cannot fuel your dead heart, cannot ask for a dole
Cannot state I am writing this perfectly sane
Designed for pain
Designed for pain
I will come to dust
The byways of bearing, the byways of calm
The byways of trying are falling apart
Cannot fake a retention, cannot follow the bourne
Cannot keep to the end glorifying our past
I will come for the pure pain
I will come as an oldened man at the end
Lulling deadly my vigilance
You’re womanly madly, hiding weapons in turn
Mining deeply my valiance
You’re already there, softly taking revenge
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2. |
Gravedigger Girl
06:27
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Gravedigger Girl
Oh, dear, I am not Freddie,
I say Elvis has left the building many months ago
So unreal you flipped the bird to me
But I hope you’ll keep my rain check till some better day
Treat me as a threat
Flay me many times again
But sometimes I feel, I really do
Bled for smelling you
Parched with thirst for draining you
A moment I would never ever have
On your finger lickin’ skin
I put my finger mark of sin
I'm not a rakehell
You’re my gravedigger girl
You are horror, you are pain
As unending as cocaine
I'm not a rakehell
You’re my gravedigger girl
I’m a sceptic, I give my one sting
And I die in this marriage I won`t barely decline
Along my jaywalk, to a kitty-corner down
I feel you are a true Jane Gallagher in hell
Cover me with shrouds
Tuck fresh soil inside my mouth
My barrow is a hundred meters deep
Attend me with a snoot
Whisper “Go the hell with you”
Sure I will miss you when I'm dead
Dead I’m off the hook
Cold I’ll pass the buck
Chop me, chew me fine
As death’s chef
I went straight the extra mile
It became my green mile
I'm not a rakehell
Oh, my killer girl
Now your sweet aiguma look
Haunting me in every nook
I'm not a rakehell
You’re my gravedigger girl
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3. |
Dead Light Dial
04:19
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Dead Light Dial
I will die before you, darling
Suffer me in bitter bosom
Here rests your Mr. Charming
Staying dyrne in mighty blossom
Better lock up the door
You’re my wily vamp
Better pay for a whore
I’ll hide your deadly stamp
My dear, my fear
It’s a dead light dial day
Who, the fuck, is Michael Henchard
Quething up that rude inscription?
Self abuse is an artless venture
Wanna be your sick addiction
Gnawing you from inside
I’m your master crime
Lady, stop for a while
You’ll kill your lovely mime
Mariticide – your daily menu sheet
Feast of the lies – the latest Hugo prize
My useless sigh - drowning in estrogen
My clownish side - anguish coagulant
Kill me, dear
Kill me here
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4. |
Amative
04:53
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Amative
As the one betrays me
As the idyll leaves me one more time
Making me hunt for another scent
All the tender perfumes
All the summer sandals gouge in me
Making me paw like a mating hart
All the girls, seeing my weakness, juggle with me
Everyday another tuning is having its way
Feeling like Pete – attracted by mass but died all alone
Envying Nick – solemnly praised and turned to stone
Always try to please them
Always try to feed them with a flirt
Bidding my love for fifty cents
Like a dog I’m handled
Like a doll I’m mangled in their arms
Opening sores in any part
My taste is forming
My moral is spoiling
Am I rising
As God of fashion?
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5. |
Bonds of Stupidity
04:49
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Bonds of Stupidity
Crawling back to square one
Being close but no cigar
Guts tell me I am running dry again
Rolling down on a sloping scene
Doing fine in a foolish dream
I feel like I’m running dry again
I’ve boons beneath the lees
I’ll fly above the leaves
Going down like a lead balloon
Now honored as a prime buffoon
I couldn’t cut the mustard
Couldn’t keep the muse
I’m ploughed in making you the apple of my eye
In my way of loving
In my way to live
I’ll play it quizzical till meeting someone else
Itching high as hoping dies
Showing strength when no request
Guts tell me I am running dry again
Drawing plots from frustration times
Going straight for the millionth scar
I feel like I’m running dry again
Hey, honey, I’ve an axe to grind
Pretty perfect for a funny farm
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A Stephen Allan Lovecraft
Love, it’s me, I’m coming to you
Honey, my ticket is here
Take you a look
You’ll be fine
Hope you will understand
It’s only a day away
My girl said that just right a blink ago
I hanged up, feeling some relief
And I slept, with the cat to my head
Dreaming tomorrow’s the day I’d never forget
You are an artist, a master of lovecraft
Your allanley nature
Deadly desalts me in veins
You are a riddle, a stephen of closeness
You’re a delicate creature
Wanting me deadly forspent
I was here, waiting for you to come again
Day after day a new delay, sleeping alone for so many days
I was drawn by your abracadabra everyday
Day after day to applaud the play, guessing the card for so many days
Night has gone
I’ve gone to work
By now you should be driving up
But on my screen in orange flash
A message is showing up
Saying you can’t do it
Can you imagine the pain after reading the note?
But the filmbox remains
And the trainer remains
And the hookah remains
Trying your magic is the sweetest tragedy
A coma in ecstasy
You should be trapping the end
And yes, you are gently enticing me
Utterly knowing me
I am so easy to faint
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Seven Years of Breeding Bad
A princess in notion
A demon in flesh I tyrannized
A vengeance devotion
An onryo power I had released
I know you’ll keep the pain
Deep inside your heart
You know I recall the same
Years of breeding bad
And it was easy, so easy
Easy to treat you like dirt
You were holding your horses
You were hiding a secret so estranged
You offered composure
You fed me with calmness so disguised
And it was easy, so easy
Easy to treat me like dirt
And it was easy, so easy
Easy to treat me like dirt
Keep me a cuddle
Something to hold my tomfool life
Leave me in fuddle
Dipping in gore and ruing
The seven years of breeding bad
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8. |
Let Me Perish Lazily
05:55
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Let Me Perish Lazily
Time has gone again
Full of one-day instants
I was never there
Wrapped in fluffy figments
I shall die tonight
As your demon sings
I can’t control my agony
The covert rest is seam
Did you imprecate
My banal way of a lonely dying?
This pain is well unfelt
How could I resist?
Now I’m done again
Drown in errant concepts
Oh, I tried in vein
Trapped in Spanish castles
Simply erase me
Let me perish easily
Oh, simply erase me
Let me perish lazily
Nothing exceptional for me
I rode the hearse of thousand hopes
Nothing worth you think of me
You’re safe to know I’ll die for you
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9. |
Heart Lycanthropy
05:07
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Heart Lycanthropy
I don’t wanna be eaten by madness
I don’t wanna be fallen in gladness
As you are walking with strangers
You are roaming with strangers on my lonely nights
You are picking with charmers
You are boating with charmers in a distant town
Daily life in a pickle
Daily life in a cradle of jealousy kills
For this cloaks the exit
For this ain’t the mask of not giving a shit
Often held out on a limb
I’ll fake no daubery
Stamping flat the poison weed
My heart lycanthropy
Does he cherish your time?
Does he covet your time for a single smile?
Does he make up a clime?
Does he polish a clime for a careful guile?
Miss the vibe of your laughter
Miss the tone of your tender morning smell
Rolling clothes in the wardrobe
Did you leave them on purpose to fan up the hell?
Would you believe me?
Would you believe me I perfectly knew?
But would you embrace me?
Would you re-love me out of the blue?
In time you’ll command me
In time you’ll control me in exigent ways
The rest is existence
The rest is catena of transient moves
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Sympathy for the Loveless Beloved
Sheer spite and yellow hatred
I see your blue eyes turning
So slowly black by blood
And wringing human traits
Queer start and sudden ending
Our love was found to be
A flash in the pan of need
And forced coincidence
In those of our dog days of bliss
Now New York minutes
We missed the growing tension
Despite of the many signs
All the chances much belittled
Yet dooming me to judge them
And wear my heart on my sleeve
As hearty stigmatized
No matter if I scry
No matter if I live your
Sympathy for the loveless beloved
Should I take your intended distance
As path for alienation
Or try for self-oppression
For tearing the guinea pig
No, I will not desist from walking
Tidying up my grandiose living
In dread of alluring killing
And spoored as an animal
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Angercure Pleven, Bulgaria
Atanas Kostadinov - vocals
Victor Mihaylov - lead guitars
Chris Hristov - rhythm guitars
Zhivko "Fozzy" Lazarov - bass
Hristo Petrov - drums
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