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ULCER
01:54
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I saw the face of death in my dreams
and now I long to finally sleep
I saw the face of God in my sleep
oh, how I long to awaken from this dream.
Above it all, I long to feel the sweet release of Death's embracing clutch
Around my throat
The claws of hell seeps through my skin
I am one with the demon within
I belong to the agress
Place the ash on my bones and lay my body to rest
I saw the face of God
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I've been hiding an illness
This pain that won't go away
I've been making excuses
To stay inside all day.
In the rush of fleeting youth
An illness blocks my view
A damning leash to bind
A weak and fragile mind
I've been lying to loved ones
Convincing them I'm okay
I've been drawing red lines
On my skin to measure the hate
Inside (x4)
To be young in life is simply a curse
and as you get older, it only gets worse.
Your life seems to go at a blink of an eye
You'll wake every morning wishing to die
On my knees, I beg and plead
A time of rest is all that I need
Sectioned up and torn asunder
I'll find peace when I'm six feet under.
I WORSHIP THE GROUND
THAT AWAITS MY GRAVE
[Gareth Mason]
When the soil comes
I will greet it gratefully
When the storm comes
I'll let it fucking take me
I WORSHIP THE GROUND
I WORSHIP THE END
(Inside x8)
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WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING
03:55
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WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING
TOXIC
EROSIVE
YOUR ACTIONS ARE CORROSIVE
THE WORDS YOU SPEAK PIERCE A HOLE IN MY FUCKING SOUL
DISTANT
HELPLESS
I'M IN NEED OF CATHARSIS
EACH MOVE I MAKE IS A MISTAKE TO YOU
MOUTH WIDE OPEN
MIND CLOSED SHUT
SCREAMING JUST TO CATCH YOUR ECHO
YOU'RE SO PATHETIC
I'LL NEVER GET IT
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE SO WORTHLESS
YOU'RE GETTING OLDER
BUT YOU ARE NOT GETTING WISER
NOBODY SEES THE MASK THAT YOU'RE HOLDING
BUT YOU'RE A FUCKING WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING
KEEP LOOKING FOR AN ANSWER
CAUSE I'VE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE
YOU TOOK THE BEST OF ME
AND I WISH YOU THE FUCKING WORST
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IMPOSTER
05:47
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25 years of living like a charlatan.
So convinced I'm living life in someone else's skin,
left obsessed with these thoughts that I foster
and I am nothing but a fucking imposter.
Championing my words
So undeserved.
the desperate echo of a voice that's never meant to be heard.
Under the spotlight
my skin starts to boil
A stranger in my reflection stares back at me
His gaze digs into my soul, I've lost the strength to see
Who I was and who I was meant to be
Now I don't know, in the hollow, what awaits for me?
My life, a display of ignominy
Half the world away
There's somebody better for my place
That's more deserving of observing
So dig the hole and save my place
This world was never meant for me
I'll burn the bridge to make it brighter
Half the world away
There's somebody better for my place
That's more deserving of observing
Through all of this, I've never stopped
waiting for the curtain to drop,
For every weakness to be exposed
For the world to see my aching pose
Is this a fear or premonition?
Or destiny that I've imposed?
No matter what the outcome
I'll face it like I've always known
I stood in the spotlight
And it burned through my soul
Only sure I was put here to suffer
I am nothing but an imposter
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BUTTERFLY
05:56
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This life is all we have
I'm only coming to terms with it now
Each day spent wishing is a day wasted away
Romanticised the kind of life I've never had
The hex of onism is broken
all because of you
All my life
I've searched for what is right
and you offered your hand
You shown me light
You gave wings to fly
And I will be always thankful
I let suns light touch my skin
I open my eyes and begin to live again
Each passing day, a chance to change
Appreciate the world I see
The gentlest breeze, the world at my feet
Morning breaks through, a new point of view
My eyes can see the sky
Nothing to hide, A smile arrives
and I never question why
I never told you this but you set me free
All my life
I've searched for what is right
and you offered your hand
You shown me light
You gave wings to fly
And I will be always thankful
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CRISIS
06:27
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in the bleak of the morning the rain hits the ground
it breaks through the window and i start to drown
in the echoed sound of the silent still
where footprints roam through the splintered ill
in sheets that smother the precious wound
in the open eye of the pale skin moon
in four solid walls, i reside like a shell
with a hollowed out body and a head full of hell
dig the blade in the skin, my blood turns to ink
and the words to burst to colour in the form of a shape;
a reminder of drive and a will to create
i must swim to the surface before i suffocate
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