1. |
He'll Never Have A Name
06:25
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I'll give
the gift of life
the gift of not knowing
he was ever alive
ever alive
It's murder
but it ain't a crime
no it is my right
'cause that boy was mine
that boy was mine
Jesus
when he was born
had a manger
you'll get a bucket
if you're lucky
I'll give
the gift of life
the gift of not knowing
he was ever alive
ever alive
It's murder
should be a crime
so easy
there was no fight
we crossed a line
He'll get
a sanitary towel
for a pillow
the bowl
is his resting place
He'll never have a name
He'll never have a name
He'll never get a choice
He'll never have a name
A name
If I had the choice I would choose
never to have been born
so you can't accuse me of hypocrisy
at least he'll never consider suicide
If I had the choice I would choose
never to have been born
so you can't accuse me of hypocrisy
at least he'll never consider suicide
You didn't get to choose
it should have been your choice
what did I lose
you could have been my boy
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2. |
I Sing
04:55
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I don't eat
I don't drink
all I do
is sit here
in my coccoon
and think of you
my only joy
is a change of position
been rolling around for two weeks
here in my tomb
stuck between these four walls
I'm left to stew
I'm left to seethe
I can't fill my lungs
I can't breathe.
My stomach is turning
my face is burning
cannot bring myself
to raise my head
to look anyone in the eye
it happened so quick
when will I stop feeling sick
come on honey
you gots to
please let me try
friends say there will be others
a multitude of lovers
you're young
so have fun
while you can
but for all the kind words
my good friends are pouring on me
I can't fill my lungs
I can't breathe
They say I'm tormented
I tell them I am teased
by visions of him on his knees
and you're by his side
weeping for his life
you know I never wanted you for a bride?
I never wanted you for all time
I just wanted you
to fulfill your promises
I just wanted you to stick by your word
In a flash
I am coated
in blood, and brain, and bone, and tooth and tongue
and finally I can fill my lungs
and so I sing
yes I sing
to my peers, to my fears
to the flora, the fauna
and up to the very heavens
where Gods will tremble
tremble as I sing
I sing
I sing
But they were visions
and nothing more
I once again turn my head
and spill my guts
onto my floor
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3. |
Sew My Eyes
07:15
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Sew my eyes
For I am the kind of guy that will look up your skirt
Sew my eyes
Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm a gentleman for Letting you walk up the stairs first
Sew my eyes
This is the kind of treatment a girl of your "type" does not deserve
Sew my eyes
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I worked on you with my charm
my tried and tested flattery
who knew all it would take
was some good old fashioned battery
So beat me around
do what you got to do
just let me be the first
to crawl up inside of you
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5. |
Ever In Fear
05:59
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I am Gallileo
And I will gaze at you
Ever in wonder of your shapes and your movements
I am Marie Curie
Let me study you
At close proximity as you slowly poison me
Forget him
Forget him
Forget him
Forget him
Let me
Let me
Let me
Let me
I am Mendeleev
I'm trying to make sense of you
Your aspects, your facets escape any order
I am Oppenheimer
I'll tap your energy
Ever in fear of the destruction you will wreak
Let me
Let me
Let me
Let me
Let me
Let me
Let me
Let me
Let me touch
Let me touch
Let me touch
Let me touch
You
Forget him
(I'll forget him, like I forgot you)
I know
I know
I know how you are sleeping tonight
How can you
When we still hold each other the same fucking way
Be with him tonight?
I know that I'll be with her tonight
When you're mine
Darling it's in your hands
Won't you put it right?
Fucking forget him
Just forget him
Just forget him
Forget him come home you are mine
Forget him come home you are mine
Forget him come home you are mine
Forget him come home you are mine
Forget him come home you are mine
Forget him come home you are mine
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6. |
Traum
09:44
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I wish I could stay in this dream forever
But sometimes I am forced, I must sleep
In my slumber fantasies and demons take their turns
To haunt and taunt me
One second you're here in my arms
The next I see you falling for his charms
In such vividness and colours
Unknown unimagined unseen
Here in my dream
This fogged up void
This lack of feeling
Your memory cannot intrude
I'm at peace
But eventually I must succumb
In my soporific haze it's coming on strong
I CAN SEE!
Across the streets, over the roofs
Mile after mile and into the rooms
I CAN SEE!
Your black hair spread across the pillow
Pursed red wet lips
I CAN SEE!
Your head raise barely perceptibly
That little smile as you accept gratefully
I SEE!
His kisses as his head blocks the view
Bodies moving fro and to
I CAN SEE
Wave after wave passing through your veins
Your breath getting faster, your eyes glaze
I CAN SEE
The bloody trails dug into his back
Man I can see the beads of sweat forming on his arse crack
I CAN SEE!
I've lost all hope of you saying no
As your body explodes in a conscience crushing Crescendo
Don't think this is as far as I go,
I'm behind your eyes, I know what you know
I CAN SEE
My own eyes looking right back at me
Flawless skin, perfect and unrealistic
I CAN SEE
My face contort as the bloody trails
Are dug into my back by your chipped paint nails
I CAN SEE
It's me you imagine between your thighs
Darling you're a constant source of surprise
I CAN SEE
My cheeks colour, touched by a rose
As my body explodes in an unconsciousness crashing crescendo
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