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WITH DEAD HANDS RISING LYRICS
"The Horror Grows Near" (2004 EP)
1. Corey Fieldman as the Devil
2. Distress Patterns
3. Early Winter Transmission
4. The Poisoning
5. That's why you don't Pick Up Dead Crows
1. Corey Fieldman as the Devil
I can't quite see the white of your eyes over the rims of the star shaped glasses protruding from your maledicting alligator grin as the scent grows stronger it snaps in half as the screams begin to ascend like a doomsday choir hitting each note with the highest of proficiency with a shapeless mouth it exhales the fold causing all to revel and roister there is no punishment that compares to awakening inside the rotted mind of a convicted felon all the stars have abandoned us replaced by names of tyranny I can became encased in polyester a three piece recipe for a homicide all life starts and ends beneath the surface is a perfect place to find divination disaster can't find a place to colonize the face of an angel the sweat of a rose a monster can never take what we've built inside the heart they can never take what we have built inside the heart with a shapeless mouth it exhales the fold you've played the stage like fuel engaging fire the silver screen is dead I've lived my life with a trepanation for the likes of those walking within my shadow there is no punishment that can be compared to living with that hollow again how long will this madness last tonight? this disaster can't find a place to colonize with the face of an angel with the sweat of a rose this monster can never take what we've built inside the heart
2. Distress Patterns
Flattery will get you anywhere but not just everywhere we've sympathized and comrpomised the very veins that you've destroyed that's all she wrote I replied written in wrists like a fashion statement a gentle torture so delicate the bones break with every step pushing play to recreate these lucid daydreams turning deceptions turning death certificates the suspense is fatal the suspense is killing me that's all she wrote I can see your jaw moving in a panicking communication tone but there are no words to demonstrate for the loss of mind fingers click like computer keys calling out for hope in a pill form tasting true death for the first time in at least a week we've sympathized for these delusions of grandeur and gratuity our safety cannot be contained within a number is this just another plot to demonstrate your stupid choices frail hands collide with numbered keys dialing one eight hundred who gives a shit I can't believe the words you've spoken when it's all been said and done just say you love me when it's over as the bones begin to break with every step we've sympathized and cauterized the very veins that you've destroyed fingers click like computer keys calling out for hope you're own reflection that which renders you spineless for the hundreth time on a friday night tonight grows sharp and the safe are sleeping with the thoughts of a beautiful corpse festering in its disguise these veins run deep inside us all scratching and tearing with every moment we continue to breathe but I must admit the suspense is killing me for tonight an old fashioned telephone chord sets its sights and chokes a hold into the quells of your neck there are no words fess up to the self confinement I can hear the silence ringing through my ears
3. Early Winter Transmission
4. The Poisoning
Weaving compassion for an old machine that's lost its sense of right or wrong and the fires burning at your gears beneath the silkened skin that's wearing thin from the fingerprints that's left on your chest you've got that perfect figure you can't buy our attention our mistakes become true life in your reflection we kill ourselves again another dollars earned I guess we have the upper hand lets hear it for the final victor the poisoning the cloth is starch and beating at the temples an out of body experience would suffice as a holiday the summer has grown short and cold slowly breeding bitter hearts as the summer grows short holding breath for the present time has given us another chance for failure we watch as another life ends with grief and desire for cutlery the fowl has attained a ballance between man and a pair of broken lungs hold on for antoher yesteryear before it comes today left entangled by the strings that kept me satisfied I guess its not just what I felt was normal weaving a compassion for an old machine that's lost its sense of right or wrong and the fires burning at your gears now the heart has abandoned its purpose don't forget your soul on the way out you've paid in grief but the bulk of the matter is you've paid in your own blood having no reason or function to stay afloat we've fallen apart with tragedy and malevolence but the dirt and violence has sunk under your nails consume your own eyes to the point where you can only see grey and the elegance becomes the obsolete the cloth is starch and beating at the temples I guess we got the upper hand the summers grown so short and cold and its due to my own intuitions we've cut our weight in words and focus on the worthless waiting for signs to carry on
5. That's why you don't Pick Up Dead Crows
You play the role of a pacifist and the guilt is a virus that's eating you alive opening blossom resembles the face of a martyr opening pulsing dreaming of ways to dispose of us all Your testimonial has holes the size of a shotgun victim a story so sincere every time we hear it it's good as dead its choking at the walls of truth but to say the least its eating at the conscious I know that its your fat ass that bring us closer to a renewal every day as the horror grows near pledging allegiance to a nicotine god opening blossom resembles the face of a martyr opening pulsing dreaming of ways to crawl out of your own shit the heart personifies like a gun leaving no trace of evidence Is this the only way to remind us of the constant degradation? all from the inside out build your own sarcophagus choke on a bed of brittle wood and wave goodbye we designed a heart we derived a nightmare we designed a heart with no normal use for veins or arteries for that matter why cant we look behind your weakness when will you die for what its worth we designed a heart we derived a nightmare You play the role of the pacifist
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