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THE CURSE
05:51
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Regardless of just how much you love me
I will hurt you, eventually.
The hunger, while ultimately unhealthy,
speaks to me, craving immediate attention.
Another piece of meat swept off it's feet and used to feed my insatiable desire
to feel complete, to have, to keep the heat burning inside of this fire.
The ugly part of me rears it's head
and pulls back the arrow in the bow.
I take you down, deliver the coup de grace and
I use you, just like you use me, too.
Chorus:
You think I'm dangerous?
Well perhaps I am.
My heart is a hearse
My head's full of sand.
This is my curse
No, not as a man
But as an animal
With blood on my fangs
It seems you only want it when you
are fucked up and it's convenient for you.
I almost prefer the punishment and
gluttony for my physical attention.
Hunt/Fuck/Kill/Eat
Another piece of meat swept off it's feet and used to feed my insatiable desire
Ful/fill/My/Needs
to feel complete, to have, to keep the heat burning inside of this fire.
Stop talking. You're opinions mean less than nothing
to me and my libido.
I don't need your love or affection.
I just want you to spread open for me.
Chorus.
Oh angel, come fall into my waiting arms
let them hold and enfold. Let yourself go.
Lose yourself.
Chorus.
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SAFETY
05:13
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The dealers of emotional lethargy
are stealers of psychic energy.
I don't know how I'm supposed to live like this anymore.
All this time all that I've needed is to score.
Chorus:
I've got the fever
(palms on fire)
I've got the creatures
(whispering)
I can see you now
(as you are, your skin glistening).
Can you feel
(the resistance?)
What's the matter?
(Does that hurt?)
It's starting to feel
(Like it's own universe)
Here where there are
(no safety words).
My feelers spread like the roots of a tree.
My fears, criss-crossing so intricately.
I don't know how I'm supposed to live like this anymore.
All this time all I've needed is to score.
CHORUS
(My one true love, my doppelganger; with your hands around my throat I could see heaven).
Oh how I yearn to play your victim,
yet somehow retain some modicum of control.
I have got to learn how to separate from my twin
so I no longer have to suffer these sympathy pains.
CHORUS.
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My darling I am breathless,
bent to break you, flush your ripeness.
In your shadow; I am taken,
and your shape is a communion.
You grow, grow, grow bearing fruit that I have tasted,
a tree curled up to fit my fist.
You come, come, come, leave me wet with your creation,
but you'll thank me for the scars.
Chorus:
We'll be the purveyors of heat all along the edges of broken glass houses.
We'll be so impeccably cheap. Flesh and bone so raw and seedy.
From the way that you keep smiling, I can guess that what I'm doing;
you're liking.
And I'm sure that you're not faking, I can tell from the way your legs are shaking.
The scratch marks you leave behind
are battle scars I wear with pride because....
CHORUS
I know that you're insatiable,
but I assure you that I am capable
of turning you as hard as stone
if you but grant me complete control.
It starts with his pupils dilating
and you can feel the pulse quickening.
Your grip is fast and it is tightening.
You wrap around me like the noose from which I'm swinging.
CHORUS
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SYMMETRY
06:18
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He's a simple dude,
if you pet him like a dog
he'll obey all your rules,
he'll play right along 'cos he's
heaven sent, hell bent.
On a bed or on the floor
he will be your whore.
Chorus:
No matter how hard I scratch the skin I can't seem to get you off of me.
Like a tick you've settled in and I can't seem to get you off of me.
And now I'm left wondering how do I try to begin again to get you off me.
No matter how hard I scratch the skin I can't seem to get you off of me.
Oh what beautiful symmetry.
Turn the fickle screw
into his bones again.
Only refer to him
in the third person because he's
heaven sent, hell bent.
On a bed or on the floor
he will be your whore.
CHORUS
The silence that falls.
The violence, here it comes.
The science of silence, here it comes.
The violence, here it comes.
Oh he is me.
Oh what beautiful symmetry.
CHORUS
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BELIAL
05:43
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There's porn/war playing behind your eyes
and when you cast me those looks, I am reeled in.
You're a cast away mask, a flimsy disguise
and who am I to deny the heat of your skin.
If you didn't keep getting away with it, do you think you'd still be doing it?
I know it's not all that pretty in here,
but at least it's nothing if not genuine.
Don't it drive you insane, love,
the way you can't seem to wash away the stain of sin?
If you didn't keep getting away with it, do you think you'd still be doing it?
Belay/belaying Inanna.
There's no getting you out now that I've invited you in.
For who am I but one? And you, Legion, you are many.
If you didn't keep getting away with it, do you think you'd still be doing it?
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He's a simple dude,
if you pet him like a dog
he'll obey all your rules,
he'll play right along 'cos he's
heaven sent, hell bent.
On a bed or on the floor
he will be your whore.
Chorus:
No matter how hard I scratch the skin I can't seem to get you off of me.
Like a tick you've settled in and I can't seem to get you off of me.
And now I'm left wondering how do I try to begin again to get you off me.
No matter how hard I scratch the skin I can't seem to get you off of me.
Oh what beautiful symmetry.
Turn the fickle screw
into his bones again.
Only refer to him
in the third person because he's
heaven sent, hell bent.
On a bed or on the floor
he will be your whore.
CHORUS
Oh he is me.
Oh what beautiful symmetry.
The science of silence, here it comes.
The violence, here it comes.
The science of silence, here it comes.
The violence, here it comes.
Oh he is me.
Oh what beautiful symmetry.
CHORUS
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