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NEATH LYRICS
"The Spiders Sleep" (2007)
1. When The Birds Lie Dead
2. The Spiders Sleep
3. The Silk-Laden Whore
4. Sordid Grim Lie
5. Black Identity Crisis
1. When The Birds Lie Dead
We abandon clemancy
Embracing our malevolence
Only when the birds lie dead
Will a smile return to this face
Trust given to you is ever misplaced
I perceive the negative in your parlance
I'd rather your silence to your counsel
I'd favour your absence to your pity
Crouched in the corner
Embracing itself in a picture of weakness
A broken, disgraceful display
Howling out and milking the tears
You demand of us
With elusive intent
Filthy your constant demur
Brace for our impious war
Only when the birds lie dead
Will a smile return to this face
2. The Spiders Sleep
Reek seeps through the window
Breathe, soon the night will fall
Creep 'cross the floor like a shadow
Weep, it's the least you deserve
Whisper, whisper on the air
Assist her as the fabric starts to tear
I am the last of a dying breed
I've seen my allies to the mirage cede
One by one they have fallen and continue to fall
I survive in the gloom and the silence yet I ask for more
This is the still of the greater expanse
I court the flowers in stygian romance
The unforseen downside to my blessed eternal life
I will spend the ongoing days forever waving goodbye
Seeds turn to vines
That strangle and choke
At the ruins of resplendence
I chase the memories through an observance
They do nothing for me
Just stare right back
Just what do I expect
That I will hear
From long departed descendants?
The changing tide nurtures my discontent
A mordant exclamation is my gift
One day from the bed I'll stir
Draw back the drapes to find this world
In post-Autumn bleak
The spiders sleep
Fondest memories of here come the weak and the few
A time-tested hatred shrouds this landscape's earthly hue
Ugly masses of manmade spaces pollute my sight with their derelict charm
Rivalled only by the ugliest faces produced by this source of emotional harm
One day from the bed I'll stir
Draw back the drapes to find the world
In post-Autumn bleak
The Spiders Sleep
3. The Silk-Laden Whore
Feebly she fights to distinguish her name
To shroud what she turned out to be
A thin veil of jargon and insolence
And the fool is fooled again
Never will clarity bless her sight
We give the attention for which we are cursed
Still she whore herself for the glass eyes of the world
And the fool is fooled again
False pride she takes in feigning her quality
She is nothing but the spawn of a ruined race
A continuance to tainted probity
A portrait of an existence without base
Her antiquated sovereignty is long departed
Her angelic face has now been painted old
I raise the bronze chalice fill with her viscous blood
God grins spitefully as she writhes beneath my hate
Pure malice flows through my judgement
I spurn your ideals of enlightening me
My concordance with you weeps in the dimness
And my timeless thoughts of timeless reprieve
Who among you would have me do
Nothing but die?
Not long for this world as my wrath unfurls
With your pain I shall abide
Sow into the earth the seeds of my scorn
And raise great forests of abhorrence
A shoulder to cry on you'll not find here
Seek your forgiveness elsewhere
She screams in the furnace
Nothing pleases me more
Than to see an angel's wings torn from her back
And devoured, the silk-laden whore
4. Sordid Grim Lie
Damning eyes, infected lips
A rotting heart, a weary grip
Frail and ill, diminished will
Weeping Wound, personal hell
His eyes roll back dead to view the silver sky
And reflect up the sordid grim lie
Inner empire fell in the blink of an eye
Delievered with a grin this sordid grim lie
Withered skin, swollen throat
A poison mind, a dismal note
Stomach cramped, this wretched damp
Pungent breath, to pain condemned
His eyes roll back dead to view the silver sky
And reflect up the sordid grim lie
Inner empire fell in the blink of an eye
Delievered with a grin this sordid grim lie
My brother set free now showered in light
The dissonant song is the same
The beating insatiable thirst for their lives
My veneance will honour his name
I hunt them in darkness in fog and in gloom
As stall as a black brooding dove
Like a barbarous inhuman antagonist fume
Impart horors that few will speak of
The vicious ensuing artial gushing
Coats my fave in affectionist warmth
The look in their eyes when they're woken impaled
Subjects of sadistic art forms
What began as honour through barbaric means
Now fades as the dawn drains the sky
I perceive as I savagely tear at their skins
I'm victim to the sordid grim lie
A storm blows in from the distance
It's been seen to come for some time
And all I see are faces and I'm lost, displaced
I see their faces in disarray
THis storm clouds perception
I walk blind, frail and unsure
So why now this confusion of a plan long contemplated?
Do I welcome this intrusion though it's what I have for waited?
And I see their faces and I'm lost, displaced
I see their faces in disarray
5. Black Identity Crisis
Awash in a sea of songless kids
Drifting aimlessly along their grey
Adrift in mists of silent thought
Vamped and vilified by fears of the dark
Liquified mind dreams only metaphor
Solidified iris calibrated by the past
Measures only what could have been
What could have been?
Over-exert to make the cut
Who am I? Who are you? Who is this slut?
An object of their pleasure for my pain
Who am I? Who are you? Whose fault's the fray?
My face hurts
My skin erupts
My body grows
My body aches
This grows tiresome
It fatigues me
On constant attack
Faithless technology
An intricate tapestry
Voices in symmetry
Bathing the human body
On the silk
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