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T.I.E.L.
04:03
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T.I.E.L.
My life; the strife of a simple son
Just a terror to the wild ones
I look for you even in death
As the walls come crumbling down
All around our hissing house
In a moment of indivine intention
White flowers grow from your throat
For the wasteland funeral
Yesterday and yet another
Dark night for the soul
Ill look for you even in death
As the sky come crumbling down
All around our hissing house
In a moment of indivine intention
white flowers caught in your throat
for the wasteland funeral
I am a guilty conscience
Ive romanticized suffering
Ill look for you even in death
As the world come crumbling down
All around our hissing house
In a moment of indivine intention
White flowers grow from your throat
For the insurmountable ebbing...
White flowers caught in your throat
For the insurmountable ebbing of lovers
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A Puce Moment
03:04
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A PUCE MOMENT
I get regret
Well dressed in secrets held tight to the chest
Possessed
Im hanging from my very last breath
I get distressed
So what was it you once said?
Regress
Confident is the cow to the slaughter
In the moment
In a moment
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L'âge de l'ego
06:03
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L'ÂGE DE L'EGO
Find me, find me, find me
Beneath the rabbits moon
Decry me, remind me
Confined within an iron lung
These damned days and this damned soul collide
We dont go back
We dont go back
Find me, find me, find me
Clad in crocodile skin
Misery take hold of me
Stranger to goodwill hold fast for the Devil seeks his fill
We dont go back
We dont go back
Ego
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4. |
Luz
02:28
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Infero
03:29
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INFERO
Some men may wither
Whilst some are want to wander
And I often wonder how
One could bridle the wild morn
To pluck the stars from the night
Consider this, Gods loneliest child
Infero
Fancy you, saint Infero
Take Sebastian as your name
Infero
Far past time to find
Your way back home
Seek shelter from the gathering storm
And so it goes
And so it goes...
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6. |
The Mute
03:19
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THE MUTE
Sheela Na Gig she hems (hums) and haws
The mourning psalms of distant wild dogs
The Boatmans cough is my name
Marked by a grave accent
Bright light
Heavenly body
I cant remember your face
I cant remember your voice
A frightening calm set upon you
In ebbing rose o'er cerulean blue
Why question why when I know
How little faith is worth
Bright light
Heavenly body
I cant remember your face
I cant remember your voice
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7. |
Against Nature
05:03
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AGAINST NATURE
Sweet Juliette in the closet
She thinks like a partisan
So come as your madness
And swing for your man
Bloody knuckle scratch and scramble
She still thinks like a partisan
So could this be something
Could it be anything at all?
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