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Slime of Yesterday
03:13
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A future was lost yesterday,
easily irretrievably
Amidst grass at your feet,
memories run away from me
as slime of all my yesterdays
Slime of all my yesterdays,
Dreams and thoughts
In a hollow skull rots
No one hears screaming echoing, behind
Haunted eyes watering, at dreams that unwind
So the void calls me “hold fast to nothing,
Nothing lasts, it goes too fast, nothing can be dear”
The past always seems overcast,
by the shadow of the axe
When you relax, it slips past,
And digs and tiny grave, where our future lays
Slime of all my yesterdays,
dreams and thoughts
In a hollow skull rots
No one hears screaming echoing, behind
Hinting eyes watering, at dreams that unwind
So the void calls me “hold fast to nothing,
Nothing lasts, it goes too fast, nothing can be..."
No one hears screaming echoing, behind
Hollow eyes watering, at dreams that unwind
So the void calls me “hold fast to nothing,
Nothing lasts, it goes too fast, nothing can be free”
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2. |
Fall from Grace
04:29
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I think I’m better off here /
I asked you, not don’t follow /
I just need some time to be alone.
Let me collapse in on myself /
Given time, I’ll be fine please /
Understand this is just my cross to bear.
I wonder if I am really better off alive /
or if I should have died that night
I know it’s not right /
but it gets so hard sometimes /
as I grow weary from this war within my mind
I know I shouldn’t be here /
Please give me just a moment /
There are things I feel I should explain.
I don’t know why I get this way /
I wish I didn’t do this /
I’m just so scared of driving you away.
Maybe it’s true /
that every day’s a little harder than the last /
as we become too tired /
to deal with all this shit expected from us
But me, I think that we just play that we're the victim /
when our fantasies don’t turn out /
quite the way that we’ve envisioned, no
I don’t know how I got here /
It’s cold and dark, and I’m afraid /
to be in this familiar place/
The echoes seem to linger /
stains of time are seeping through /
I cannot wash you off my skin
Well, I am just a broken toy /
I cannot blame you for discarding me /
no I could not blame you for anything at all /
Even your god has turned her back on me /
forgotten what it once meant to believe /
I can no longer bear the wretched weight of being
I wonder if I am really better off alive /
or if I should have died that night (died that night)
Well, I know it’s not right /
but it gets so hard sometimes /
as I grow weary from this war within my mind
(within my mind)
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3. |
Masque
03:25
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Your legacy / Of ecstacy. / Of vanity, / Of inhumanity.
Your enmity: / Profanity, / diablerie. / Tread carefully.
Come one and all my friends,
to the greatest celebration ever thrown
For your pleasure we bring debauchies like you've never known
You know you’re to blame, we know your names /
death comes for the wicked and good all the same /
your hands are stained with the blood of the slain /
and we’re leaving this whole fucking city in flames
your hands are stained with the blood of the slain /
and we’re leaving this whole fucking city in flames
You shut your doors to the sick and poor /
within your halls of blood and gore /
a monster on his golden throne /
still your greed cries out for more
you know you’re to blame, we know your names /
death comes for wicked and good all the same /
your hands are stained with the blood of the slain /
and we’re leaving this whole fucking city in flames
In every room, every hall, the smell of blood is permeating
Dread starts to grip your heart: your sanctuary’s disintegrating
A hollow stare, but we don't care, the death of empires lying there /
the sick abound, no pity found, this pestilence is everywhere
So raise a glass to your bloody past /
but hands that slay will never last
your cities burn, your markets crash /
your empire lies in smouldering ash
Close your eyes and drink this toast /
ignore the ones who need it most /
the fire is warm, the wine flows /
past these walls a plague wind blows
You know you’re to blame, we know your names /
death comes for the wicked and good all the same /
your hands are stained with the blood of the slain /
and we’re leaving this whole fucking city in flames
your hands are stained with the blood of the slain /
and we’re leaving this whole fucking city in flames
you shut your doors to the sick and poor /
within your halls of blood and gore /
a monster on his golden throne /
but still your greed cries out for more
you know you’re to blame, we know your names /
death comes for the wicked and good all the same /
your hands are stained with the blood of the slain /
and we’re leaving this whole fucking city in flames
You shut your doors to the sick and poor /
within your halls of blood and gore /
a monster on his golden throne /
still your greed cries out for more
you know you’re to blame, we know your names /
death comes for wicked and good all the same /
your hands are stained with the blood of the slain /
and we’re leaving this whole fucking city in flames
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4. |
No Tomorrow
05:21
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We all have faces
Of savages that forgot
Animals burdened with thought
Time Flies, then you die
Today thee, Tomorrow me
Red of claw, Red of maw
Lioness bathes in red raw
Desperation that eats pride
Desperation you can’t hide
Break the bone,
Suck the marrow
For there is
No to-morrow
Lost in thought, briefly happy
I finally, forgot
Sing to me a melody
I fear this life, and getting old
No words cease agonies
So do as you please
Red of claw, Red of maw
Lioness bathes in red raw
Desperation that eats pride
Desperation you can’t hide
Break the bone,
Suck the marrow
For there is
No to-morrow
Objective suffering subjective beings, victims of imaginings
Streams of thought, things forgot, streams of time won’t stop flowing
Seeking and never finding, falling and never landing
It never lasts, sand always runs from the hour glass
Out of the womb and onto the pyre, entropy is deadly
No morality to judge me
Red of claw, Red of maw
Lioness bathes in red raw
Desperation that eats pride
Desperation you can’t hide
Break the bone,
Suck the marrow
For there is
No to-
Red of claw, Red of maw
Lioness bathes, in red raw
Desperation that eats pride
Desperation you can’t hide
Break the bone,
Suck the marrow
For there is
No to-morrow
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WitchHands Colorado Springs, Colorado
WitchHands is a Colorado based Goth Rock / Deathrock band
D-beat rhythms, melodic synths, grinding guitars, and lyrics ranging from sad poetry to nihilistic rage.
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