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Vengeance
04:41
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As i watch your face in the streetlights
smiling as night comes out
as your hair dangle in the chilled wind
your laughing at someone elses joke
as i see your dress worn for tonight
black as sin and with a goal
as you take the hand of another
no pain in the world compares
all my life i looked for you
but all my days have been in vain
i never knew life would be so cruel
as i stand here cursing in the rain
as you ask me to hold your hand
my soul breaks unto a rage
as i feel the gun in my hand
metal vengeance for my pain
as i press the front to your heart
calmly you ask me what youve done
as i watch your body crumble
my lips move with the final answer
all my life i looked for you
but all my days have been in vain
i never knew life would be so cruel
as i stand here cursing in the rain
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It's a pain addiction
and a strong infliction
my private conviction
without any restriction
Ice cold steel
dividing body parts
this endorphine heaven
is a fine, fine art
screaming floggers
cutting through the air
the sweet surrender
of total despair
It's a pain addiction
and a strong infliction
my private conviction
without any restriction
Razor sharp edges
piercing through my veins
screaming pain
is my private cocaine
Red hot metal
singing burning flesh
It's a spider web of anguish
and a bleeding mesh
Needlesharp pins
plunged all over my skin
I feel the cleansing hurt
starting from within
It's a pain addiction
and a strong infliction
my private conviction
without any restriction
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Diary
04:31
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the world outside is sleeping
all the feelings come creeping
here in my dark apartment
long shadows are deepening
a halfread book lies opened
the fridge is humming a lullaby
the rain roars like an ocean
splattering against my window
neon lights from the street
reflects my demons on the ceiling
as I lie in my bed staring up
i hear rats in the walls squealing
creaking walls of the building
lonely cars in the street outside
the dripping in the sink in the kitchen
old lady next door just sighed and died
I watch myself in the mirror
seeing memories from times forgotten
its a looking glass making clearer
all the things that had died and rotten
The face staring back from the glass
is a stranger, a man with a frown
He points at the book on the table
the diary I wrote in another town
the world outside is sleeping
all the feelings come creeping
here in my dark apartment
long shadows are deepening
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Selfmade God
03:12
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Angel (xtz)
04:31
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In this state of euphoria
the masquerades fade away
extroverted bliss and glory
I fantasize that you will stay
Your visage shines with 2000 watts
a halo is forming around your wings
our human existance meet greek gods
the choir of apocalypse sings
Our human existance meet greek gods
the choir of apocalypse sings
you ascend once more to realms above
sanity leaves me forsaken on the floor
Shattered memories thereof
the dim reality engulfs me once more
extroverted bliss and glory
I fantasize that you will stay
Your visage shines with 2000 watts
a halo is forming around your wings
our human existance meet greek gods
the choir of apocalypse sings
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Creed
06:32
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I'm a sinner doing terrible acts
I'm heretic thinking horrible thoughts
My religion isn't written in books
My conviction isn't spoken aloud
You are my creed
You are my creed
Spitting blood on the temple of love
Torching down the churches of sanity
You keep me wanting nothing but you
And I keep worship on the altar of you
I'm a priest and a saint and a pope
I'm the son of a miracle faith
You bring down all the terrors of vain
But I find myself unable to complain
because
You are my creed
You are my creed
By my goddess I can stand no chance
I am punished every second of life
I hate and I love and I cry and I fear
I'm preaching a religion I cannot follow
because
You are my creed
You are my creed
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Flower of pain
05:11
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Self deception
05:12
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Fallen Down
04:09
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I've fallen down and can't get up
I'm screaming out and can't wake up
I'm scratched and torn by gravel dirt
I'm stuck down here, my insides hurt
I'm beating off the eating flies
I'm hoping for a fast demise
I'm feeling all my blood freezing
I'm choking as my heart is seizing
Once I was a man like you
stuck to life like lice on glue
Full of anger, full of pain
my hatred then became my bane
Life was like a petting zoo
with bitches all around to screw
But all I did was to complain
'til one day I just cut my vein
My sense of malice always grew
thought it was need to get through
But here I lie in my own rain
red blood spurting as I go insane
Contempt stuck on me like a tattoo
I knew love and bliss were just untrue
Violence was meant to entertain
The drugs were meant to ease my pain
Pestilence was all I knew
the world a cancer to undo
It became a chore and quite mundane
to feed my brain with more cocaine
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Consolidation
02:50
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Revenant
03:00
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Weidel Stockholm, Sweden
I have a weakness for broken, heavy basslines and distorted drums combined with beautiful choirs and blissful strings. It's probably a condition.
Making sounds since 1995.
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