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THE REVILED LYRICS
"Flying Through The Air As Though Lucifer Possessed!!!" (1994 EP)
1. Life Of Dreams
2. Fantasy Ghoul
3. Vivisection Party
4. Nikki
1. Life Of Dreams
Just an average Joe tried smoking dope in High School drinking liquor to be cool, who the fuck you tryin' to fool, drive a V-8 but not a real muscle car, sure it's all that you can afford, a piece of shit and nothing more. Just what kind of winner do you think you are?
Gaining weight and writing letters to the loves you've lost, write a book you'll never send, pretend you Jean-Luc Picard, you'd bang the sexy counselor on the starship Enterprise, if fantasies were gold, you'd be a millionaire, but it still wouldn't be enough to buy you a new personality.
A day-to-day existance is just below your means, with fate to bang you in the ass with misery your company service jobs and cable-boxes have replaced the good old days of high school, failed suicides and endless teenage misery your only purpose I can see except for making daisies grow, is to teach the rest of us how not to waste our lives.
What a nightmare it must be to be no one at all, to take up space and waste the air and never get the wake-up call, unwanted, unloved, is how you'll go to your grave, nothing but aspertions cast in your wake, reality for you must suck, no more than a wart on the face of the world!
2. Fantasy Ghoul
Counter-culture souls who claim legacies of evil, dreams all spent wasted on fantasies of darkness. Living lost lives through the books of Anne Rice, worshipping authors who had nothing to say, except for an allegiance to the almighty dollar, subcultural pap is the easiest pay, who turned the pathetic wastes of their lives into the greatest Gothic novels of all time.
Theatrical 'magick' such a charming facade, behind which I find a shivering worm, a sickly complexion, just a risk for infection, at first I mistook you for a victim of AIDS. For fake fangs do not a vampire make nor a full moon a werewolf to be, just insecure bisexuals worshipping Gods born on silver screens or the cable TV, you haven't got one on immortality, you're going to perish just like all human kind...
Since the dawn of time ... There have been the shadow-people, lusting for the darkness, eternally mastering their own extinctions, savoring the romance of death and pain. It's no more than a punk rock fuck thing, based upon the psycho-sexual allegiance of willing prey to the blood-sucking hunter, feel false sorrows, o Fantasy Ghouls, you second-rate stars of Hollywood worlds, sickly and weak can you deny still yourself the contempt of a world so much more vicious than you?
3. Vivisection Party
Pathetic sunrise one more time, disgusting as a junking whore, this tasteless continuance of our needless suffering, rendering waste monoxide wall, lost within the violence coming, bowling ball crash, scatters that which once was human.
Give up on all hope because destruction hangs above us all, downtown dance beats blast, Gehenna roars near deafening. Never gas winds raise up murderous intentions, hooks and chains drag us on and we're too late to save us.
And so it comes to this at last, dead end of human subroutine, you should know your place, just make your bed in time to sleep, the sun drowns in a noisome haze of poisonous exhaust, wickedness so proudly sloughing off the years and shame...
4. Nikki
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