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STAB! STAB! STAB! LYRICS
"Hell's Coming With Me" (2005)
1. I, Judas
2. ...And the World Lies in Ruin by My Hands
3. Winter, Women, and Funerals
4. My Murderous Throne
5. Plaguebringer
6. The Tragic Beauty of Self-Sacrifice
7. Saturday Night Suicide
8. When Guns Are Our Only Hope
1. I, Judas
Truly this has all been said before
We walk through wasted territory
I brought you here to bury the hatchet
It's resting peacefully in your back
This is how all of life ends
One great mystery solved
With a simple equation
You and me equals death
Always the same
As has been said before
We are actors in a great play
I as Judas, you as Christ
Thirty silver pieces bought my soul
Thirty silver pieces bought your demise
May the people release Barabus
For this is all going to end
So religiously
Here we go away laughing
On our separate journeys
Or are we weeping?
It doesn't matter
Bring forth the fire and ice
I am no longer of this world
2. ...And the World Lies in Ruin by My Hands
3. Winter, Women, and Funerals
4. My Murderous Throne
These are the hottest nights
The ones spent in feverish solitude
After a day in the hellfields
They're burning brighter than your fading smile
I can barely recognize you anymore
But amidst the heat,
The cold sweats and desperate threats are rising
I'm loading my gun
And sharpening my knives
Tonight I will topple the thrones
Blaspheme the gods
And tear down the heavens
The old debts will be repaid
The heads of my enemies
Will scream in death upon the battlements
So many reminders not to fall in love
So many wasted years
So many age old fears
So many dirty tears
There's just no hope for me
I don't mean to be godless, but I am
All has come to ruin and ruin needs a king
I'll sit upon my lonely throne
With the dark hand of destruction
Soaking my old tired bones
In the blood of my lost loves
I bless this day
And my names are Ruin, Vengeance, and Hatred
5. Plaguebringer
6. The Tragic Beauty of Self-Sacrifice
7. Saturday Night Suicide
8. When Guns Are Our Only Hope
Until this gun
Until this sleep
Until this nightmare ends
Promise me you'll stay gold
Forgive me this transgression
I was on the verge of becoming religious
Of latching my heart onto something
My leaving you was for the best
My spirit burns demonically strong
I would have worshipped you
I would have consumed you
I would have martyred you
Load the gun
Count the bullets
Eye the locks
On all the keyholes
I fear I may return too soon
Before the beast has been conquered
Pray for me, pray for us
You light the way back home
Pray for sleep, pray for solace
Your arms whisper the comforts
Of sweet rest
Pray for the end of this waking nightmare
Your angelic halo burns away the darkness
Pray the gun will see us through this
Pray the gun will see you through this
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