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Funeral Parade of Roses
09:46
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I am the wound and the blade, both the torturer and he who is flayed
The song of silk is twisted and tied, cut yourself and sulk in your lies
That thing between your legs seems to bellow and weep to me
Begging consciously
End the disease
That thing between your legs seems to bellow and weep to me
Begging consciously
End this matriarchy
Bite the bullet through your teeth
As you scream
Back to me
Holding a sickle scythe to the orphans throat
Bite the bullet through your teeth
As you scream
Back to me
Slit his throat and let the blood run red
Can't answer what
Who is who
What will we ever do without
2 plus 2
Equals five
Holden tells you these secret lies
Upon the steel woven net you realize
They aren't out to get you
The disease deep between your legs
Screams, wails, and begs
To be let go of this hollow hell
To be set free from this shallow shell
That doesn't do much
But sit and cry
You sit down a wonder why
You sit down and wonder why
You drunken whore gives the breath to sigh
The answers to the world are always nigh
You're so close to greatness
You're so close to greatness I swear
Is what I am always told and hear
I am just not cut out for this job
I bitch and moan, cry and sob to everything
in my life
The orphan is back and wields a long knife
Heart set on destruction, fueled by his strife
Destined to rid of all with their life
What ever happened?
In this war torn world we sit and stare
People so close, but no one is near
To the twisted jester screams out in fear
They're on the beaches
The bloody damned mess that we see with our eyes
All fall back on Holdens dirty lies
God has abandoned
And you're going to pay
For something that you never did
I bet you wished that you had said
But don't worry baby we'll all end up dead
Scattered on the beaches
Our heads hang low
That's the way that we end the show
Always so depressed
We wear these fake smiles
And share a nice laugh
But I just can’t, anymore
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This is the story about a future fall
When I finally decided to blow my brains into the hall
Clean up the windows and the surrounding wall
I hope and pray to god that I traumatize you all
Got out my phone and pressed record
I said goodbye to all those I adored
The days grow thinner, and I'm so fucking bored
Have fun cleaning my skull out from the floorboards
I started the stream, and put the gun into frame
Nobody ever joined, nobody even came
I waited for 12 minutes and I looked down in shame
The flash of gun and out went my brain
You're losing everything, and so am I
It would save me just to look into your eyes
I cry alone a night, darkness seeping in
Once you're done using my body, throw it in the garbage bin
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3. |
Strictly Platonic
06:47
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I've told you time and time again
That I don't want fucking head
From you ever in my life
Sex is gross and so are you
Nothing that you will ever do
Will make me attracted again
We're strictly platonic
Shocking electronics
That buzzes all through my mind
I shouldn't have given you the time
Or set a stupid deadline
For you to get my attention
I might've lead you on
But now I write a shitty song
About how fucking weird you were
We're strictly platonic
Our hearts electronic
That buzzes and destroys the mind
Your outfits all look bad
You have fights with your dad
Who could ever have guessed
We went out on one date
Fun but not all too great
And you held onto that day
We're strictly platonic
Shocks from electronics
That leads me to go blind
I wish there was something I could do or say
I will never stay
There for you
You cant take back what you said
Conversations that I dread
About your retarded philosophy
We're strictly platonic
All hearts are atomic
That explode into the night
You said you wouldn't feed into anyone
But you fucked everyone under the sun
You are so delusional
You could swear that you are a god
All you were was washed up and gone
Nobody will ever care for you
We're strictly platonic
All hearts are atomic
And we are at war with ourselves
We're strictly platonic
Our hearts are symbolic
For something that'll never love
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4. |
So Bored
03:18
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His feet were torn
By his skateboard
Ripped jeans to shorts
Won't do no chores
I'm so bored
Yeah I'm so bored
Skin like dirt
Christian death shirt
Sun kissed and burnt
Those guys were jerks
I'm so bored
Yeah I'm so bored
Yeah I'm so bored
Yeah I'm so bored
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5. |
In Her Eyes
04:43
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I'm so scared of what you'll do to me
If I ever told you that I want to leave
I'm so scared of what you'll do to me
If I ever just want to be
Left alone for a day or two
I'm racking these up bodies and giving them to you
Left alone for a day or two
I'm breaking myself down and giving it to you
You cut yourself so sweet and deep
You're the one person I don't want to keep
You cut yourself so sweet and deep
Paralyzing you got me dropping down to my knees
Left alone for a day or two
I wish I never had anything to do with you
Left alone for a day or two
I'm just another guy that you could groom
In your eyes, I was something new
You were trouble, I wished it wasn't true
In your eyes, I was something new
Rid you from my mind is something that I wish I could do
Left alone for a day or two
I'm breaking myself down and giving it to you
Left alone for a day or two
I'm just another guy that you could groom
BPD and ecstasy
You said "that song is just like me"
Red flags that I didn't want to see
You're just another bad memory
Left alone for a day or two
I wish I never had anything to do with you
Left alone for a day or two
I'm just another guy that you could groom
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6. |
Into The Mud
04:37
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You dragged me down
Into the mud
I hit the ground
Search for the one
To call my home
Blistering sun
Still burns my eyes
I cut myself
While you talk to other guys
Right infront of me
Life is so grey
You closed the door
Every damn day
I scream and shout for more
From you
I try and forget you
My mind fades to black
The things that I do
To try and win you back
Like writing this shitty song
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7. |
It's Such a Shame
06:10
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I try and aim for the only thing that make sense in my brain
I pull out the gun, its kept all well. this is my ticket away from this hell
load up my system with bullets and drugs, bring up your friends, for some fun
and when I am gone, you'll play this same song. and realize the things you had done wrong
It's such a shame
It's such a shame it had to end this way
It's not the same
it's not the same as how it used to be
Dress me up in black and grey, for the funeral today
It's not too late, to try and say, What a beautiful day to pray
God looks down, on the sinners around, fear and trembling is the only sound
We're going to hell, nothing can save your soul, This is the only thing I'll tell
It's such a shame
It's such a shame it had to end this way
It's not the same
it's not the same as how it used to be
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I don't know what to do
When I am around you
So intoxicating
Not infatuated
For once
I think that you're the one
Rising morning sun
Light of my life
Still bright within the night
But there is one problem
That I cannot solve
Your head is in my freezer
Limbs have dissolved
I know what they all said
It's eating away your flesh
So cold and numb
I know we had fun
For once
So beautiful and fair
Healthy black hair
Tastes just the same
Made my final days
So great
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9. |
Slaughtering of the Pigs
05:04
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Slaughter the pigs and bury them, let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
It's never been said so clearly except for now
That we never stop crying
Crying and yearning for this all to stop
I am sick
It's never been said so clearly except for now
I throw scrambled words onto a page and hope that the reader can interpret what I mean
My intentions and inspirations are meaningless, they provide nothing but a hand to hold through my chaotic mind
Without you I am meaningless, my words mean nothing without you to digest and process them
I am a walking contradiction
I like to think that I am smart
But in reality I spout pretentious bullshit like the rest of you
There are no real thoughts behind my eyes
No real intentions behind my lies
Just what feels right in the moment.
It has never been said so clearly except for now
You slaughter us every damn day
You ask for more but I don't know what else to say
The graves are filled with the same name
You ask for more but I don't know what else to say
You slaughter us every damn day
You ask for more but I don't know what else to say
The graves are filled with the same name
You ask for more but I don't know what else to say
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