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Circle Of Dead Children: "Exotic Sense Decay" – 2000

энциклопедия: Circle Of Dead Children

Состав группы:

  • Alf Kooser – бас
  • Jason Andrews – гитара
  • Joe Horvath – вокал
  • Jon Miciolek – ударные

Circle Of Dead Children: "Exotic Sense Decay" – 2000

Композиции:

  1. Pigeon Vs. Crow
  2. A Wooden Heart Never Bleeds
  3. Wotton
  4. Grabbing N
  5. Skull Of A Hermit / Brain Of A Faery
  6. 10 Fingers (My Last Ten Minutes)
  7. Scarecrow Trailer Park

Лирика

1. Pigeon Vs. Crow

Let the steel be my
Christ Let the blood create the path
Ignored like the dead pigeon gutted by the cat
Impregnated our babies with psychosis and lamb vomit
The clay failed to form the cast
All that is left is a moist clump of animation
Pure flat affect and no chance for grin
Retarded by the morning's sunlight and traded sorrow for silence
Sedation in the underlife
Filed in the abyss
Sedation in the underlife
Through steel I shall exist
The wheelchair pigeon is as clever as the crow
Sedation in the underlife
Through steel I shall exist

2. A Wooden Heart Never Bleeds

In paranoia I find genius
But the ice-dreams have come with spiritless consequence
A hatchet has been hidden between my eyes
A hatchet gift-wrapped in paranoia
A wooden heart never bleeds
A wooden heart never bleeds, yet inextricable thoughts still weave
Introspection fabricated for battle
No time has been wasted
Neuroleptic seconds marry electroconvulsive hours
In the cranial freezer, paranoia is the bastard and
I find genius Petrify Paralyze

3. Wotton

Disputandi pruritus ecclesiarum scabies

4. Grabbing N

Feed me and rape me and rope me
As a family we will hang together
As a genus we will bleed together
We have settled for less

5. Skull Of A Hermit / Brain Of A Faery

With one massive breath she was drawn within me
Tunneled through my mouth
A soothing delivery to Hell
Dry gasp
Impossible to swallow from the head first
Eyes rolled and hands shaped to slaughter
Beaten and erased from the inside out
Plague the brain and disable
Plague the blood pump and disable and then there was two of her
My eyes could only see one shadow as sunlight dimmed
There is an ice pick after the smile
There is an ice pick when I swallow
Brain matter has been frozen
The blood pump is an inversion
Yet the body will move on as the heart remains in trance
A skeleton has been frozen
There will be no anabiosis
I would rather slit my throat than inhale again

6. 10 Fingers (My Last Ten Minutes)

Spit slides like sludge from the lips
Mumbling the lost words of a Fall grievance
I can barely speak to you with purple lips and a cracked smile
Ripped apart in unequaled confusion
Always sewing my stability back together with the thinnest of twine
Rip and sew Rip and sew
Rip and sew
Put me back together
Rip and sew
Rip and sew
Rip and sew
Put me back together
Split apart at all the vital seams
And the tears that seep from my eyes drip and mix with blood and ink
Blood, tears, and ink in a pirouette of mayhem and tranquillity
It's a whitewash of emotion
Sweat kisses my tongue and I know that I'm still real
I know that I'm still alive with myself
I yell out your name and choke frothing deprivation
The nourishment of loss
Asleep with asleep
Creeping, inching, crawling across the floor toward the gate
'cause that's where the flowers bloom and wilt
Roses laced with blood and drool
Watching the pigment drain away from petals clung to my body
Angelic and sweet I'm losing feeling
Raking open my chest with thorns
Shed back the skin
Exposed to he elements
Frigid cold violent dedication
A human desecration

7. Scarecrow Trailer Park

Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia
The dirt has begun to breathe
Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind
Held down in profanation
Subjugation of the senses
Pushing pins in her eyes
Pushing pins in her eyes
She never sleeps
Hallucination never dies

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