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DENOUNCE LYRICS
"The Art Of Broken Teeth" (2006 EP)
1. Hypochristian
2. Bloodied Congregation
3. Flesh And Blood
4. ...And The Needle Is Thread
5. Sewn Silent
1. Hypochristian
Tearing away at your own damn creation
Gluttony of your own ruled temptation
Glory in maniacal destruction
Wallow in pity is self mutilation
Testing your faith in a wave of elation
Brainwashed you sing in jubilation
Cover your lives with denominations
Condemn the perverse yet damn masturbation
Sell out your soul for a seat up in heaven
So blind you don’t know what you’ve been given
It’s okay to sin you will be forgiven
Believing so much you don’t know you are living
Twisting and turning – your faith meaning nothing
Your hopes are all failing, collapsing
Ripping and tearing – away without feeling
Your books mean nothing
I feel the panic setting in
The walls around me, slowly closing
I feel my life fall apart
I let my pain become my art
2. Bloodied Congregation
Within the congregation – twisting on the floor
They’re drinking from the cup but not the blood of their god
Within the congregation – writhing mass of meat
They’re feasting on the flesh but not the flesh of the saviour
Fear of the light, tearing apart
Seraph of perpetual dark
From below with sanguine lost art
Angel of the limitless dark
Below the heavens bloodied congregation – twisted in gore
Below the heavens death angel – screams for more
3. Flesh And Blood
Nightmares are coming in military shades
Shadows are falling with fascist red blades
Total destruction of all human kind
No flesh or blood shall be left behind
A mass of torture and violence
The streets shall flow with putrescence
Awash with blood a blade so dull
I sit atop the polished skulls
4. ...And The Needle Is Thread
5. Sewn Silent
Crimson skies stain the blackest eyes
Killing so playfully
With eyes removed and mouth sewn silent
My puppets dance for me
Within the rotten woods I turn my art
So skilfully
Remove their hide, burn their hair
So gleefully
So many lay in the long grass
Collecting greedily
I use them as my little toys
And then their master be
I place my hands inside their stomachs
To find a small trace of life
Blood stains on my clothing
Remove their eyes with my knife
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