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COLTAN LEECH LYRICS
"Catacombs" (2005 EP)
1. Wormsuit
2. Biot
3. Cataphiles
4. Savant
1. Wormsuit
Thruth is just a phrase
Surrounded by an allegiance of taint
Born to be an attention slave
Angels will carry weapons
Every obstacle is obscene
Hatred sets our bodies aflame
Every bone counts for the scheme
(Never) stop worshipping the steam
Death is the message of the day
(Causal deathmillio) prevents
Foundation of democracy
Bleed in all stereotypes
Death sentence celebration
For the anchor
Spread the virus through the cayon hall
The scapegoat screams: 'Mea culpa'
Until the basement soils
Ignorance won't be bliss anymore
War is the gold you adore
I don't know who paved the streets with blood
Who pulled the trigger, but it unfolds
Completed colors, the leafs of fall
Evening dresses are needed for the slaughters ball
Slit the curtain
2. Biot
3. Cataphiles
I am the oxygen mask
Running through corridors
Of shallow neon lights
The recent disaster is
A pleasure for the ancient
Lovemachine spreading its legs
For absolution
I am the calculation of
A progress in worship scales
The mouth of testimony
Will prove what is deterrent
For woven skin on porcelain bones
Now erase this spinning twitch
As the gallows are raised
A fist is nothing more
Than a compromise
Cataphiles those who explore catacombs
4. Savant
Buried alive in thy catacombs
Red dot through the tendrils
The fraud at the end of derailment
Disembodied
The scissors of our dirge
Clasp us gently
Pleasant propaganda shattered
A warhorse buried downstream
In a drenched casket
Matter of course doesn't matter anymore
Ritual, perpetual
As we seperate
A dissection of hidden strings
A splinter syringe for our halo
Buried alive in thy catacombs
This has been their last portrait
And the still love repitition
Disembodied
The scissors of pressure
Clasp us gently
A landscape still shattered
A warhorse buried downstream
In a drenched casket
Matter of course doesn't matter anymore
Ritual, perpetual
As we seperate
A dissection of hidden strings
A splinter syringe for our halo
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