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INDIGENT LYRICS
"Simulacrum" (2006)
1. Voice From The Head
2. Sin
3. Ages Past Weeping
4. Dust
5. untitled
6. Simulacrum
7. The Hidden Epidemic
8. Lost
9. The Life Parade
1. Voice From The Head
The executioner's song
The whistle of death
A silver gleam falls
An axe-severed head
The spray of red
A gurgle of blood
Still blinking eyes
The smile behind the hood
The roar of the crowd
The still staring eyes
Shock of the sound
Of the voice from the head
Flight of the frantic
Feet pounding away
A head floats above them
Blood sprinkles on its prey
She kills with no remorse
Her mind perpetually cracks
She has killed and will again
God’s mercy is an axe
The governor stares in horror
As blood spills into his eyes
His skin begins to crumble
Begs of heaven's rights
Dead eyes roll in sockets
Of not one head but two
In a sickening ripped asunder
Another parts anew
And as it falls toward the ground
Smiles not for it is slew
She kills with no remorse
Her mind perpetually cracks
She has killed and will again
God’s mercy is an axe
2. Sin
A black dog runs across the killing field
A charred-black scythe seeking its yield
No hope of escaping, no hope to wield
Blue sky painted red, severed head
Always searching but always in vain
No hope of recovering from that kind of pain
You try to hold it, but it will not stay sane
Squeezing the dust, gone in a gust
Merciless, tender, sweet virile gender
Something to give her, sensual bender
Holocaust of burning insensible splendor
A house crumbling from within
You cannot enter again
The sin of loving a sin
3. Ages Past Weeping
A cruel black rose
cut its way up through
an age-buried cinder block
to caress the merciless heavens
to kiss the divine flocks
of age-dead beasts
A picture set with laughing eyes
that pluck the rose
with ageless hands
to brew thin potions
shattering tender mercy
ages past weeping
4. Dust
I
have climbed the mountain
and the mountain was fine
I
looked down at the city
the city was mine
Dark
are the clouds I spew
My black despair
Hell
is in the making
and I find it fair
Dare to walk under my shadow
Dare to find the darkness inside
You will resist, but you will find
That once I touch you, you cannot hide
Another
falls to my embrace
It never fails
Touch
my lust and hate
and all else pales
You try to deny your love for me
You deny your lust
Together in Hatred throughout darkest time
Forever till dust
I
spread my seed
The world trembles in fear
You
are worse than I ever was
my mightiest peer
I
Made the mistake
to trust my hate
You
Drive me into oblivion
It is my fate
I stand atop the mountain
I stare down at Death
This city was my first, now it is my last
Before I make the plunge, one final breath
5. untitled
6. Simulacrum
I see your face in the dark and I think it's not real,
Why don't you show yourself here, show me how to feel?
Your image as dark in the night as it is in the day,
You hide in the shadows of black, you have nothing to say.
I want to believe you
But have to deceive you
I want to hold your hand
And be guided through
You cross my mind and I don't want to ignore you,
Beaten but pure in your majesty, I need your help too,
I don't want to run anymore, I am scared of the end,
Afraid of the dark and the light, a message please send,
I want to believe you
But have to deceive you
I want to hold your hand
But there is no you
You give hope to life
Provide us with a will
I never found this hope
Never found this will
7. The Hidden Epidemic
8. Lost
I’ve lost all I have and I have nothing more
all for the love of a miserable whore
I wanted nothing less and she wanted me no more
now I am empty right down to the core
There is nothing left to me but misery
I took all my hatred and tied her to a tree
I knew when she cried she was truly dead to me
all I have now is her head to comfort me
Now they chase me down, I’ve done nothing wrong
The gap between me and Fate shortens, it won’t be long
My own head waiting for the noose, the sound of a gong
I flee in the wake of the dead, and smile with my song
All for the love of a miserable whore
all for the love of a miserable whore
All for the love of a Whore
9. The Life Parade
It seems so long
Stride out the days
The chanting throng
The glories made
But in the end
Not one is saved
So it goes on
The Life Parade
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