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KING FURIOUS LYRICS
"King Furios / Demo 1" (2003 Demo)
1. Asphyxiate
2. Crawling
3. I Could have Died
4. Mainline
5. Radamanthus
1. Asphyxiate
Emotions running high...
Emotion killing me. Poison through my heart.
Ideas rush through my head, like air through my veins.
My heart goes dark. And it wallows in numb intoxication.
Memory. Alleviate, intoxicate my memory
or I'll asphyxiate by memory. These choking memories.
This broken life. My broken life. I can't fix my life. I'll fix my life.
Emotions killing her. Poisoning her heart.
Scenes run through her head, tearing her apart.
My heart goes dark. My soul bleeds for her pain.
My pain. And it's slipping away.
Memory. Alleviate the pain, intoxicate the brain
or she'll asphyxiate from all her memories. My fucking memories.
This broken life. Our broken life. I'll fix your life. I'll fix my life. I'll fix it...
Sinking in my mind, I reach into the fire
of brutal killing sprees sunken inside me.
Can't you let me out? These nightmares breaching south.
I dig my trenches deep, shedding all my misery.
Tearing the lines, tearing the lives, to find you.
Baring your crimes, bearing your crimes, to save you.
You're wasting our time, wasting your time to hide truth.
So I should have known what you've done.
This is your life. This is your life.
This is your life. This is your life.
This is our life. This is my life.
This is your life. This is your life.
2. Crawling
Crawling, walking, running, fucking.
Take the first step toward the light at the end of your miniscule life.
And you'll fall many times as you crawl toward the end of it all.
Bleeding and crying, living and dying.
The means to an end? What's it mean in the end?
I'm crawling, I'm walking, I'm running, I'm fucking.
I'm crawling, I'm walking, I'm running, I'm fucking.
I'm finding out now that the means have somehow
eluded the end, eluded me in the end.
I'm finding out now that the means have somehow eluded the end.
It was in the beginning that I found myself growing
weary of weak drugs, weak coffee, weak minds
that won't let me escape what's inside of our lives and our times.
Realize all the lies that can fit in a little boy's mind.
God is a prankster, the devil his gangster.
I'll bet you your life. Will you bet me your life?
I'm crawling, I'm walking, I'm running, I'm fucking.
I'm crawling, I'm walking, I'm running, I'm fucking.
I'm finding out now that the means have somehow
eluded the end, eluded me in the end.
I'm betting your life that you're betting your life isn't shit in the end.
So crawl...
I'm alive. I'm just waiting to die.
I stand at the edge and watch them fall.
I crawled this far, I crawled so far.
Might as well crawl on until I'm gone.
Everyone's gone but me.
These phantoms I see are memories.
My tainted faith. I taunt and plea.
You who made me, broke me, now take me.
3. I Could have Died
The heavens wince at such a sight. Your fragile joy my heart's delight.
The moons, they dance upon your brow, dazzling eyes like diamond clouds.
The breeze it slides up through your hair, yellow, golden as the sun - could not stare.
All these things I could not bear.
If not now then I could not live another day without you knowing you're a gift
to me, to this world, to all you have graced.
God could not have fashioned a more beautiful face.
And I could have died when you walked out.
Yesterday's mine, now I can die.
Loud as angels in brisk, loathing thunder,
resound like emotion. No forseeing my blunder.
Masked as fools, no forward liasons to bring my ends all clear.
Reaching south, to find my heart and to quantify my fear.
Eyes on your prize.
One more reason to seek out my demise.
Long as the sun.
No more reasons to play the victim.
...won't you love me, love me baby... ...I could have died.
4. Mainline
Lonely, lonely, lonely little girl tonight.
Clenching, clenching, clenching to her pillow tight.
Sleepy, spiteful, full of dark intent.
Disallusions seem to dis-invent.
Crafty, dreamy, sweet in the hole.
Give me back my drug you stole.
Assimilate, encompass me.
Let it bleed across the seams.
Crazed and doused in verse.
Up my dose of the poet's curse.
You're steamy and damp and full of sex..sex..sex..sex..sex.
And you of that most cunning hex.
Stored in fright and heavy gold,
my little girl - she appeared so cold.
I left the drought and came to victory.
I sold my spoils to cheat my history.
Shifty line, thin and frail,
I write you love in rose and braille.
Downtown lights and traffic fires.
Children drowning in these human wires.
Your mask has torn and your beauty's loose.
Your ass is wild and baby, I'm your deuce.
You're steamy and damp and full of sex..sex..sex..sex..sex.
And you of that most cunning hex.
You prostitute your heart, my sunday's hoarfrost.
These things - they all may change.
So open up your mind.
You'll be my eyes so that you may see.
It breaks me, it breaks me.
Now I have given up.
Bury me on the farm.
We can let the horses win this one.
What new, shitty dreams have I become?
What new dreams will burst my drum?
And my shackles provide squander and lice
until I fall upon the same old film,
clear across the plains of Romulus...so I can fly.
I will not wane until my kingdom has come.
You failed to say...
You lied to me. You lied to me.
You're killing me. You're killing me.
Yet you'll bury me. You'll bury me.
You'll bury me on the farm.
Bury me on the farm.
Bury me on the farm.
Let the horses win this one.
5. Radamanthus
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