FUCK THE FACTS

1. CITY OF STONE

[Our stories disclose in a general way what we used to be like, what happened, and what we are like now. If you have decided you want what we have and are willing to go to any length to get it - then you are ready to take certain steps.

At some of these we balked. We thought we could find an easier, softer way. But we could not. With all the earnestness at our command, we beg of you to be fearless and thorough from the very start. Some of us have tried to hold on to our old ideas and the result was nil until we let go absolutely.]

Your living city of stone
Your living city of stone
Of stone...


2. HORIZON

Does anyone care or know it's all been done
Look, the screams from the sun
God it's getting hot
God It's gotta stop
Last stop till oblivion
Well then, it's been fun


3. DEAR SHIT BOOK

No time for smiling
I'm trying to swallow

Last time you said it
Last time (you) meant it
Now, prove your point

Look me in the eye
(Don't tempt me)
Trying not to hide your smile
(Don't try)
Tell me it'll be fine
(Don't tempt me)
Neither one of us even knows

This time is the last time
The last time
Last time

Know that
I'm trying
To keep us
Apart


4. SHORT TERM GOALS, LONG TERM DISAPPOINTMENTS

(Instrumental)


5. ÉCLAT-BOUE-SANG

La paix! la paix! Qu'est qu'on en a rêvé, malheureusement c'est déjà commencé. Une mission dérision. Le peuple ne peux s'y fier, mais pourquoi. Pour la première fois, la notion de guerre préventive, hyperpuissance, ses intérets désormais des droits, vision d'un seul homme, au prix de milliers de vies. Tu sens l'odeur du pétrole, du profit. Eclat-Boue-Sang, Eclat-Boue-Sang. Je sens l'odeur des corps décomposés et celle de la mort mèlée à celle du sang. Écoute, Approche toi, écoute attentivement, tu entends! les cris des ames, les bombes d'la liberté, une causes juste, des fins heureuses, je ne vois que les tourments.


6. MAKE YOUR GRAVE

(Instrumental)


Narcosis

7. SCREAMING I HATE YOU AS I SLIT MY THROAT

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8. X MARKS THE SHIT

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9. RED ILLNESS

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10. THE ROMANCE OF A FIRE POKER FRENZY

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11. A NOD, A WINK AND A PAIN FILLED SMILE

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MIDGET PARADE

12. CRAWLING ON ALL FOURS

Test your fate
Of Blakshyrakvonegh
Clad in bondage pants and a leather vest
Frostbitten for Satan
Cold, yet must look kvlt
Must be necro
Must be elite
Must keep gripping
Grip!
Keep gripping
Imaginary Cantolopes
Don't forget to look up and spit on God's cheek
Bleggh


13. GIMP

I can hear the sound of blood dripping
From the rectums of raped angels
Snort fat fuckin' lines of crank
With a gimp wearing a ripped La Parka mask
We discuss our common interests
In amputee porno and free jazz
Gimp goes back to raping
Snort tweek snort tweek snort tweek
Collapse in front of the kitchen sink


14. HASH BROWNIES

Ounce of blue haired hash
Thrown into chocolate mix
Gather friends, sit around


15. GOAT LUST AND PILL FRENZIES

Goat lust and pill frenzies
Thank you Satan for Beherit
Goat lust and pill frenzies
Goats and inverted crosses
Goat lust and pill frenzies
And the taste of virgins blood
Put on corpse paint
Take random coloured pills
Pass out for the next 3 days
Black Metal fucking coma
Wake up dazed
Profanatica blaring
Wearing only a bullet
I need more Pills!


ARCHER

16. ...WHERE THE TORMENTS AND THOUGHTS OF A THOUSAND DEMONS DO DWELL

I'm death
Child, you're in trouble
No one is here to save you
Mother, it's you're turn next
I'm so tired of preparing this grave for you, it's mostly sultry tenant
And you'll drown
Stab the heart that asks a plague shall fall upon you. Pass the plate that feeds me, I will pass my sword
Place your head in the waters, I will take it off
Time an ever unfolding darkness
You saw me, I know you did, your eyes were open
You'll regret that forever
Here I come, I'm gonna pull off all your skin and dance around your bones
Read and rewrite from the edge, piss stained at the edge from bloddy fuck years
Under your clothes they drown


17. THIS IS DOOM

We like it when you die
Demons drove you home masquerading as me
How the angels will fear the battle
We will bring their lord to his knees
Upon an angel's grave
I'll rest a flower upon your grave and you will suffer
This is doom
God help me
You will die
I'll owe it to your suffering
Scream your final prayers my brother
If I go
So will she
Say goodbye and hope it's war
My hand you will always have
And my voice you will always hear
An unthinkable silence echoes on the brink of gruesome murder screams
Bloodied fingertips frolic down the nape of asphyxiated neck
Several hours have since past
Night time has fallen


18. WHEN THE ANGELS OF HIS YOUTH BECAME THE DEVIL OF HIS MATURITY

His bones lay
Barely portraying the human he once was
Hunched over the corpse he raises a weary head
As wincing through the darkness he finds the answers upon the scorched room ends
The etchings on the wall seem all the more horrifying in the dim glow and flickering light of dawn
This however is the first time he has seen the carved words so recognizable to him as markings from his own hands
This day
My dear
I expel you from heaven
Jesus is screaming your name
I will kill you motherfucker
You'll soon be dead
Soon they'll be fed
In your lifetime
How many have you killed?
Memories flood back like a thousand nightmares
I will kill you
Motherfucker


19. BURN MOORSIDE BURN

The dance floor is burning
Your mother she is crying
Won't you let Jim dye his hair
And Matthew he really doesn't want to smile
Burn, Moorside burn
Burn, Moorside burn
Burn, Moorside burn
I'll pipe you in the face you Ambrose bastard
Round these parts it's one bell for break time
And two bells for murder
Burn, Moorside burn
Burn, Moorside burn
Pass my days in isolation
When every nights dreams of Broadbent burning
Fellow pupils let us rejoice
For winning eyes
They are on fire
Oh god I'll watch you burn
Plan my attack from your bed
I will watch you burn
See your eyes on fire
Want to watch your burn
Burn Moorside burn


20. SPLINTERED AND HEALING

Splintered and healing
His hands fall heavy upon old flesh of such sorrow seed
No really, no really
Father I lie
Come join me
And let us spill the milks of our retched fuck pastures
And never shall we bask in reflected glory
God God lets go
Watch your back
Die
We will not repent for bloodshed
And I know what will make you cry tonight dear
Fucking death
What makes you so sure I'm god
I'll take you
An ideal horror
It's here
Dying fire
Burning murder
God
Let them drown