1. |
I Knew Jack The Ripper
04:03
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Tenacious fog crept slowly to blanket
The remains of what he’d done
Unhurriedly he wiped his hands
From the blood of his victim
The murder was over before the scream
The terror still in her eyes
He turned and walked back to the round about
With a proper English style
I knew Jack the Ripper
The streets became his playground
The moorlands of mortal sin
Staring bedeviled into the darkness
Visitation settled in
Stale odor of opium on his breath
Satan powered his reflective thought
Obsession had control of his very soul
As he would turn cold steel to hot
I knew Jack the Ripper
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2. |
Burning At The Crossroad
04:10
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Because we’re dead dead dead dead dead.
Burning at the crossroads.
Calling the dead, waking the dead.
Burning at the crossroads.
Searching for dead, where are the dead?
Ignatius Day, Ignatius Day.
Land of joy, Ignatius Day.
Take a wild rose St. Peter and stick it in the heart of a young sow.
Let the blood flow out.
It’s lifelessness, It’s lifelessness.
Fine sport this chase of brute creation.
Prepare its body for cremation. Why? Because it’s dead.
Burning at the crossroads.
You’re chasing the dead. You’re racing the dead.
Burning at the crossroads.
You’re wandering dead. You awaken the dead.
Born again, born again.
Like a cracked bell you’re born again.
One word settles the flame.
One sword levels the earth.
One look restores the sight.
It’s a great adventure, great adventure.
Betray the face of a bright angel.
No one is laughing at your sorrow.
Why? I’ll tell you why. Because you’re dead.
Burning at the crossroads.
Reclaiming the dead. Reviving the dead.
Burning at the crossroads.
You’re searching for dead.
But where are the dead?
Lamb of God, lamb of God.
Have mercy on this lamb of God.
Breathing black wind into my lungs.
I’ve become the fear and reject the lie
There is something in the darkness.
It’s a demon’s anger, demon’s anger.
Observing all my rigid moves.
Casting stones chipped off of tombs.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Because it’s dead.
Burning at the crossroads. Here are the dead, I am the dead.
Burning at the crossroads. You’re searching for dead
And awaken the dead. We are the dead.
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Repeating
02:41
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I can’t hear you.
It is coming to my world.
It is crawling on my skin.
It is invading my silence and it’s waiting for your death.
But I can’t hear you.
I am inane inane inane inane inane.
The cards are assembled, impatiently waiting.
Well here is the answer, unoccupied thinking.
Deliberately vacant, this crypt is vacant.
It needs a body and it’s waiting for your life.
But I can’t hear you. Repeating.
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4. |
Deadbeat
03:24
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Sliding out of the dirt.
Crawling up through the earth.
Ghostly bodies in heat. Deadbeat.
Back sore from the sleep.
We dance seething in the street.
Scare everybody we meet. Deadbeat.
Relics exhumed from the grave.
Some freshly decayed.
Strip off the winding sheet. Deadbeat.
Slide along on the dirt.
Decrepit bodies emerge.
Flesh rots off your feet. Deadbeat.
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5. |
Auto Da Fe
02:33
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It’s dead for the living, living for the dead.
She couldn’t survive long without a head.
Deep in the crypt she’s penalized.
On The Bed of Procrustes, still she lies.
She’s turning in her grave.
Wearing her fingers down to the bone.
She’s turning in her grave.
As much as I objected they took her away.
This part of life, Auto Da Fe.
They put her in a box in the sub-terrain.
But in the still of night, she screams my name.
She’s turning in her grave.
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6. |
Last Call
03:36
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Play dead is the only rule that you can follow.
Reeling and screaming had not profit.
Skeletons are dusted by the fallout.
Heathen heaving flies out of its sockets.
Cursed life unwinding, the spell is broken.
It's not so alien to me.
Fall down, extol the lamb you've slaughtered.
Hail to pressure here to those that grieve.
Last Call.
Nirvana exists, but no one is seeking.
Apocalyptic tension, the agreement.
The path is there, but none who travel.
Instead they suffer in the gloom of Hades.
Last Call.
Desperate attempts made to find leaders.
They've all gone underground for safety.
They cower from the stench of annihilation.
Crawl into their own grave without a coffin.
Just imagine that.
Last Call.
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7. |
Dark Eye
02:39
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You occupy yourself, behind your money hide.
I've seen it all before. Laid clear against the door.
There are no religious ties, alone religious lies.
You have bitten the hand that feeds you.
Convinced you are ordained to walk the earth on high.
With the limit only sky. You are completely hypnotized.
With a finger in your eye. Torment your body find extortion in your mind.
You rest with proper cause, limbs shackled to the wall.
Make the present last, lest you confuse it with the past.
And for the future trust the omen. The premonition is the warning.
Live with social cause and consort with an evil lot.
In the hopes of gaining sight, remove your finger from your eye.
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8. |
Culture Torture
03:39
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Culture scratching, urban instinct.
Pagan pagan. Crawling around, crawling around.
Will you concede again. Dream of body and soul.
Distorted dissonance contorted on a cross.
Culture beware this is a nightmare.
Culture diving further under.
Banshee banshee. Wailing around, wailing around.
Will you not sing again. Touch effeminate cry.
Tied to a beast with fire for its eyes.
Culture beware this is a nightmare.
Culture intake, power curbed on.
Demon demon. Robbing around, robbing around.
We'll sacrifice again. Burning out of control.
Spike for the fit ensures the blood to flow.
Culture beware this is a nightmare.
They torture you, they torture me.
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9. |
In The Engine Room
04:19
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Do you like yourself? Do you know who you are?
Do you live in the light? Do you live in the dark?
Do you hope for life? Do you see it end?
Do you face the facts? Do you still pretend?
Do you assert yourself? Do you follow behind?
Do you enjoy life? Do you not have time?
Do you live in the streets? Do you live in a home?
Do you have enough friends? Do you feel alone?
They’ve locked you in the engine room.
Do you know yourself? Do you wonder how?
Do you live in the past? Do you live in the now?
Do you sleep on a bed? Do you sleep on the floor?
Do you have enough? Do you still want more?
Do you believe yourself? Do you seek for the truth?
Do you long to be old? Do you long for your youth?
Do you dance through life? Do you carry a load?
Do you conceal your wealth? Do you have none to hold?
They’ve locked you in the engine room.
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10. |
Prowl
03:09
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Summon the dogs from hell.
I called your name but you didn’t even answer.
Science is to blame for all those primitive feelings.
On the prowl.
Summon the dogs from hell.
I’ve lost track of what I should remember, tranquilized by my attitude.
So saccharine, so serene.
Carry a sign like a prophet of doom.
On the prowl.
Summon the dogs from hell.
Moloch is your god, a symbol for your idolatry.
Sing for your god.
Sing loud, let him hear your plea.
On the prowl.
Summon the dogs from hell.
All those things are the same.
It doesn’t matter that we abdicate.
I call your name but you never really answered.
On the prowl.
Summon the dogs from hell.
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11. |
Animal In Me
02:19
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It’s so dark I cannot see.
Tension caused by the animal in me.
Glazed eyes, frothing at the mouth.
Driven by an anger lurking near about.
I cannot talk, only breathe.
Backed to a corner is the animal in me.
I’m wild, you can’t take me alive.
Don’t try to tame the animal in me.
And so my life has run to seed.
Inspiring the animal in me.
Cold sweat, bearing teeth.
Far into the regions of insanity.
I cannot dream, only feed.
Devouring the animal in me.
I’m mad, you have now been warned.
Into a rage goes the animal in me.
Don’t try to tame the animal in me
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12. |
Deathbeat
03:56
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John Christian Windsor, Nova Scotia
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