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PLAGUE BRINGER LYRICS
"As the Ghosts Collect, The Corpses Rest" (2006)
1. Burn Ward Whore
2. Hope and Slow Murder
3. No Such Nothing
4. Halo Trauma
5. The Somnambulist
6. Splinters Through a Straw
7. Impaled Faith
1. Burn Ward Whore
Tongue of fire lick these wounds,
Sooth my flesh with your touch.
Mouth of fire, suck the pain.
Side by side in ecstasy.
Rough like a dog's lick,
the sick trick is still thick on my lips.
Write out your life's wish and take it and spit it to the wind.
Euphoria.
You soothe in times of pain.
You slather love.
You confess you are my angel.
You were only feasting on my pain banquet 'til it's gone.
Numb and shaking.
Welcome your touch late in the night.
Finger these scabs.
Euphoric release.
The time has come to end this charade.
The passion has died,
I'll leave you alone.
Then you move on to the next victim.
Burn ward whore.
Love me at my weakest,
Then you leave me to die.
2. Hope and Slow Murder
Birds wings black oil spill ink.
Step in and out of the light stabbing my face with the sun.
Stars are eyes poked out skies.
Step in and out of the light stabbing my face with the sun.
Standing in the flames of your promises.
Doves with broken beaks pinned fat between your teeth.
No flight.
Razors dragged under skin.
Lightless, shackled by hope with the slow murder of what I held so dear.
Skinned knees kissed soft by acid lips.
Acid hammer breaks me into cold reflections of what I always wanted.
I held onto your lying hands 'til mine were fleshless and the bone turned to dust on your windowsill.
Thrashed by the breath of a cloud born promise that you'd be who you were before the hammer and all the razors.
You're about to say it.
About to drag that knife of a word with a whisper that will drag it slow across my neck for too many turns round the sun.
I've buried you in my head more times than I can remember.
Covered you in the stale dust of regret and thrown you all limp and dusty down the stairs I struggled to carry us both up all those smile breaking nights.
I nailed the door shut with a thousand better-off-without-you thoughts and wish-I-never-knew you days.
Still you found a way out to slowly murder me with your words of hope.
3. No Such Nothing
I scream in my head to drown the whispering reminders of all that is wrong here like you sprinkling glitter on your social tumors.
Maybe I'll go to sleep for another year and see if it feels the same when I awake from it.
Three loveless, sexless trips around the fucking sun only coming close in the echo of a dead dream.
I'm standing at the edge of a canyon,
A sick tree waiting for the leave to float on whispers that offer hope.
There used to be some warning.
A smile from you know is like a blur of fists and the thought of a kiss kills me over and over again. I'm murdered every night.
My head likes to stab and slice.
I awaken piece by piece, a mourning pile of fantasies the spotless parts of my mind scream out for you to etch yourself inside of me so I can have that, at least.
To lay my wax paper depression over like a headstone and have something to look at and to run my fingers' tips over when I am trapped in a plastic bag of a day in an underwater week.
4. Halo Trauma
Leaveless and ashamed.
Naked and curb swept.
Stripped by your angry tongue.
Bone cracks and laughter.
Storm clouded vision.
Color whore you stole my silver.
Memories are a mass confusion.
Little boys should never be disillusioned limbless trees
(this boy has planned his whole life to kill you.)
In this forced comfort,
Peeling the skin rolling through the dry dead leaves.
Pacing the floor.
Knowing it won't go away.
You're out there glowing and smooth skinned thinking that you won't be found.
Dying birds and dogs ripped open.
Trees falling,
Earth-movers move earth.
Mother nature's frolicking afterbirth.
Nothing dead can ever touch you.
We should not be permitted this quiet privilege of breathing.
Dead sky rains rocks head back my mouth agape.
Sky shakes teeth break.
Slapped hard and awkward to face what I've done.
I never learn,
Dark shadows eyes gouged,
wander dead earth no one will come.
I found this is how it is.
Your skin is for the murdering.
Your blood is for the dying earth,
So what is your dying wish?
I'm so sick of all this talk about love,
He loves you.
I love you.
I'll kill him.
I'll kill you.
5. The Somnambulist
Push it all away so you don't have to feel it.
Falling asleep at the wheel of your life.
No one can shine brilliantly all the time.
We're exhausted from trying to penetrate your altitude.
Your amour is spectral and brittle like a dragonfly's wing.
Secretly wishing it all away.
Rubbing the lamp 'til it breaks into shards.
Staring at a starless sky.
We cant sew you up anymore.
Who now is the guardian of your ghostly blank face dead time day the days go by.
A slow decay.
You're out there walking with your wings on backwards,
Needles in place.
6. Splinters Through a Straw
I'm so sick of breathing in all of this like splinters through a straw.
Trying to stop a train on my knees on a sandpaper street.
Everyone is too lonely, too sick, too scared to care for fear of the noise.
The smilers are all losing their hands like me.
Give me my fucking hands back.
I thought we could solve everything
but fucking never solved anything.
All the shit and all the noise we see,
but fucking never solved anything.
What you need is to hit bottom.
Sky red black birds like flies in blood.
YOur heart looks so empty to me.
Tongue splashing,
Eye lashing to keep it secret,
but I can feel the breaths in between.
I thought we could solve everything.
Wished away like cancer in your family.
I thought we could solve everything,
But this dead-covered hope is deaf to screaming.
7. Impaled Faith
You never say anything...
But your sighing sounds like the walls collapsing around me...
A smile from you now is like a blur of fists...
And the thought of a kiss kills me over and over again...
My dearest love,
I see storm shadows roll over our field like a fog.
Split logs awaiting the flame to help transcend the stagnant soil.
Like the lost friend who brings the fight out and fills the room with screaming.
This room, this cage.
My hole-poked cardboard cell.
here I feel the cold fingers down my throat.
Icicles of unborn ideas thrust deep in my chest and turned to water by your hands.
There are so many ghosts here.
There are so many ghosts.
So, to answer your question, no I never feel alone.
The scabbing walls are sewn shut with the stains of all those frozen moments shoved in a box and thrown in the fire.
In this blue room the paint chips red.
You're so far away, but your hammer-mouth never stops.
Disguised as the strong-willed survivors.
The facade falls away like a sick leaf.
All yellow with disease and regret.
My horses lay silent, emaciated, and still, and the ornament of us is shattered, scattered, and alive.
Dying in the fire.
YOur jasmine breath turned dead snake shower with one whispered word.
I'm alive with squirming inadequacy, tangled and trapped in the wires of your calculated cerebral sodomy.
I never thought one word could change so much...
Goodbye
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