I put it all on black, no color you're all dressed in And a stab in the back left you bleeding on the floor And I'm mourning the death, the recent passing of your insides I smile in regret every time I think of how I spoke to you
I put it all in back of my mind where I hold you I'm just trying to keep track how far back it really goes And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from the heavens I'm just trying to relax as the killer's waiting right outside my door
What's black and white? What's read all over? This tired book, this organ donor
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree It hasn't rained in years I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know
I put them all in black, the four walls of my bedroom And I trimmed them in red, peeled your picture off the wall And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from your heartbeat That arrived in your neck every time I salivated over you
What's upside down? What's coated in silver? This crucifix is my four leaf clover
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree It hasn't rained in years I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know
One of these days, it's gonna catch up to you Throwing looks like those around One of these nights, I promise to you I'll soon be sleeping sound As soon as I leave town
"Ride The Wings Of Pestilence" this song is wonderfully violent I listen to it when I'm all pissed
Hiding behind the shadows I'll be waiting in the dark to drive this blade straight through your heart I'll drag your body to the car as blood races down my arm I think everyone will wonder where you are (tonight)
I'll hide you in my walls your body will never be found I'll wear your skin as a suit Pretend to be you, your friends will like you more than they used to
Dear diary my teen angst bullshit has a body count (count) I believe it's 6 going on 7 now (7 now)
I've been dreaming about you in a pool of your own blood with your eyes gouged out by the work of my thumbs the scent of your insides from under the floorboards the perfect perfume for settling a score.
I'll hide you in my walls your body will never be found I'll wear your skin as a suit Pretend to be you, your friends will like you more than they used to Pretend to be you, your friends will like you more than they used to
Ride the wings of.... Ride the wings of.... Ride the wings of.... Ride the wings of pestilence! Ride the wings of pestilence! Ride the wings of pestilence! Ride the wings of pestilence! Ride the wings of pestilence! Ride the wings of pestilence! Ride the wings of pestilence! Ride the wings of pestilence!
And if I could swim I'd swim out to you in the ocean, Swim out to where you were floating in the dark. And if was blessed I walk on the water you're breathing, To lend you some air for that heaving Sunken chest. 'Cause they chose you As the model For their empty little dreams. With your new head And your legs spread Like a filthy magazine. And they hunt you And they gut you And you give in.
And if I was brave I'd climb up to you on the mountain. They led you to drink from their fountain Spouting lies. And I'd slay The horrible beast they commissioned To steer me away from my mission To your eyes, And I'd stand there Like a soldier With my foot upon his chest. With my grin spread And my arms out In my bloodstained Sunday's best, And you'd hold me I'd remind you Who you are... Under their shell..
I'd walk through hell for you. Let it burn right through my shoes. These soles are useless without you. Through hell for you Let the torturing ensue. My soul is useless without you
And if they sent a whirlwind, I'd hug it like a harmless little tree. Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, And I'd bring you back to me, And I'd hold you In my weak arms like a first born.
I'd walk through hell for you. Let it burn right through my shoes. These soles are useless without you. Through hell for you Let the torturing ensue. My soul is useless without you (through hell for you)
(through hell for you) without you Without you (through hell for you) Without you (through hell for you)
Now, I've walked through hell for you, What's an adventurer to do But rest these feet at home with you
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"All On Black"
I put it all on black, no color you're all dressed in
And a stab in the back left you bleeding on the floor
And I'm mourning the death, the recent passing of your insides
I smile in regret every time I think of how I spoke to you
I put it all in back of my mind where I hold you
I'm just trying to keep track how far back it really goes
And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from the heavens
I'm just trying to relax as the killer's waiting right outside my door
What's black and white?
What's read all over?
This tired book, this organ donor
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
It hasn't rained in years
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home
And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know
I put them all in black, the four walls of my bedroom
And I trimmed them in red, peeled your picture off the wall
And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from your heartbeat
That arrived in your neck every time I salivated over you
What's upside down?
What's coated in silver?
This crucifix is my four leaf clover
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
It hasn't rained in years
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home
And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know
One of these days, it's gonna catch up to you
Throwing looks like those around
One of these nights, I promise to you
I'll soon be sleeping sound
As soon as I leave town