Ion Dissonance : Ion Dissonance - Despised Icon

Deathcore / Canada
(2006 - Galy Records)
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ION DISSONANCE

1. SHE'S STRYCHNINE

Like the Snake in Eden, only more slippery & deceitful

You're poison girl!
I could've swallowed you...

Seeking the proximity; to be under your flesh,
Flower of flesh and blood, I wanted to be your blooming

I felt empty the minute you walked away from me...

Right now;
I miss just everything about her,
The fragrance all around her neck,
The way she moves, fuck yeah,
Those tight panties...

I can't wait to strip you down!

You're a monument of aesthetic,
Instead of glorifying (you), I'll re-arrange your pretty smile
An icon to be adorned, you make me sick!
With a rusty cleaver, I'll be the new Da Vinci
Whore, Poisonous, Wine, Strychnine!

You please yourself in the collecting of wrecks of men
Who've fallen under your charms.
Between these luscious legs, a graveyard,
Has became quite a populous Nation

But I simply won't give in,
As I have seen beyond the cruelty of your looks,
Risen from the ashes of my love life,
I aim to see you suffer...

And I desecrate everything that has been given...
To you, as natural weapons, against my will

Weapons that you so skilfully use everyday, you call this justice?

To be the one, that will show you that tomorrow's morning glory is gonna be tainted

And simply won't happen, ever again
As sunrise is no more,
And so are you!


2. THE GIRL NEXT DOOR IS ALWAYS SCREAMING...

Amy, sweet lewd Amy...
The way she moans, it's so obscene
Whether she's crying or complaining aloud,
And the way she's getting beaten, it's arousing

I cannot differ the sounds anymore,
They all seem like a relentless buzzing discomfort
Fuck this treacherous imagination of mine,

If you only knew the complexity of the scenarios emerging from there
It feels like a bad soap-opera, yet you cannot help yourself from watching the next episode

She must be so beautiful; I guess that is why I hate her and her voice that much
The mystery, of her real self, is far more interesting than actually knowing
Introspection, yes I do fear its return

It has forced me to review most of the basics concerning females

I hear them, again and again, throughout the night
I don't remember the last time I slept,

And I'm not feeling well, here, alone with my thoughts...
Staring at a blank wall

Battered and bruised, bleeding on the floor
Worthless piece of meat, I know she's crushed
But I am useless, unable to save her, and maybe I don't want to

Oh how I beg for complete silence...


3. THE BUD DWYER EFFECT

It takes guts and a gun
Just like Bud Dwyer lil' surprise
A defect, a defect
No one will ever see it coming...

I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance
Orchestrated by the Enemy
It dwells deep, yet grows strong, within...
(I'm working against myself? Well am I?)

Everything dreadful happening, imagine how I should feel,
When realizing that it was planned
From a beginning that I don't even recall, (Recall!)

From a beginning that I don't even recall,
You might call this a tragedy; seem more to me like simple standard habits

Wishing to be finally saved, waiting for something/someone that would order me
To follow a certain purpose with both convictions & devotions

If you only knew how I'm tired of your paintings.

Your bold landscapes sucks and have ceased to amaze me a while ago
Be a pal and let me add a little fantasy of mine, abstraction
Of scarlet red, pure... so pure

(Drained away by violence, insanely driving to kill)

Are there any written rules related to simplicity
I guess not, so how come your judging?
You won't the day that it will all end,
Drenched in vital fluids (.357)

As you are forced to witness
The spontaneity of the events,
And I won't be a bother no more?



DESPICED ICON

4. WARM BLOODED

It's been seven nights since my latest craving.
An urge so compelling, it consumes my every thought.
Drawn by the glare of your flaming lips, Fascinated by the way your touch turns everything to ashes.
The buildings I've burned can no longer satisfy this tragic attraction.
I must strike once more tonight. These callous hands have tamed the forbidden flame.
Awaiting culmination, I anticipate our final celebration. Introduce yourself gently to jennifer.
I've kept you both apart all this time.
Ignited by your awkward presence, she begins to dance. Consternation is so elegant.
You can see the fever in her eyes.
The smell of burning blonde hair pervades my heart with lust.
Thick black smoke fills the room as her skin darkens.
Fire suits you well. Blazing kerosene has veiled the lovely expression on her face.
Bralae, elle s'ateint a petit feu.
Seduced by jennie's singed eyebrows, I lay down next to her heated corpse.
Awaiting the same fate.
As my blood starts to boil, I seek redemption.
Please incinerate my sins. My flesh is slowly burning.
I grin as my remains deteriorate.
At last, I can savor the wrath of your flames. Witness my decline.


5. BULLETPROOF SCALES

Carry the burden, sedated by a clouded moment.
As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief. Desecrate my frail lungs and limbs.
Anatomical balance tarnished. Affliction's kiss.
Somatic functions inhibited. I stand tall to endure suffering then collapse in a heartbeat.
Longing for bulletproof scales to shield myself from this round of Russian roulette.
My aching throat weeps crimson tears. A faint whisper taunts my ears. Scars spread their roots within my arms.
I stand tall to endure anguish knowing that my tombstone has not yet been carved. Longing for bulletproof scales to shield myself from the next round of Russian roulette. Empathy revives the enemy lying within.
A weakness so graceful, it blooms.
I loathe everyone's concern for my undying flaws.
Remember a time when my anger was nothing but a blank page. Desperately needing to regain my thirst for optimism.
Carry the burden, sedated by a clouded moment.
As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief.
Hope is forsaken.

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