Through The Eyes Of The Dead - Bloodlust

Bloodlust (2005)


1. Intro



2. Two Inches From A Main Artery

Broken glass is the reason she'll remember my face now she is imprisoned in a land not for the weakened heart a land filled with miles of fire and the lamb dine on the priest you can't save her 62 reasons to remember my face this is my idea of beauty laid to rest beneath a blanket of leaves waiting for an angel to come save her from this burning paradise an indelicate display of lacerations across her body this is my idea of beauty you cant' save her


3. When Everything Becomes Nothing

Forever ends when everything becomes nothing the time has come to see how bitter the razor tastes I wouldn't give you the satisfaction to sew your hands shut the sun has now stopped rising it seems tomorrow just won't make it temples are falling apart piece by piece tomorrow just won't make it designed for murder it's not my fault reflections in the rose petals taht were placed over your eyes looks a lot like revenge forever ends when everything becomes nothing the time has come to see how bitter the razor tastes I couldn't give you the satisfaction to sew your hands shut the sun has now stopped rising it seemes tomorrow just won't make it temples are falling apart piece by piece tomorrow just won't make it


4. Bringer Of Truth

For all those that taunt me and stomp on my dreams I hope you choke on blood if I could display you in a burning field impaled on your mothers arms I would without hesitation one day I'll stand on the world with my foot pressed to it's throat for all those with their knives deep in my back I hope you choke on blood I wish you could feel your flesh decay so that you could experience every bit of dying your nothing more than preachers of poisoned dreams and death is what is owed to all those that contempt me I hope you choke on blood


5. Beneath Dying Skies

Beautiful scars cover my broken temple no one tried to save this the sun's burnt out darkness is beginning the sun's burnt out no more beauty no more life hate and cries lie in the hands of all awakened by horror and screams of people kill themselves because they fear dying no need to try and stop this your time is up beneath dying skies suffer for this no words can describe death's bliss slaughter of innocence the rain that cleanses the scars of ages


6. The Black Death And Its Aftermath

[Instrumental]


7. Truest Shade Of Crimson

Around your neck is where my hands are headed to prove my point that love is what you make it a rose petal for every time you scream sometimes I like to pretend you smile my days consist of thinking of way s to bring you pain in my days condsist of thinking of ways to hurt you to bring you pain to hurt you waiting but not for me around your neck is where my hands are headed to prove to prove my point that love is what you make it it's not that I hate you it's just that I love to hurt you posing with my halo covered in her blood her screams are so lovely like the heavens singing to me I told you I loved you and I'm sorry I lied to you but I needed to see your pain and see your weakened cries I don't hate you I just love to hurt you


8. With Eyes Ever Turned Inward

An image of me beneath my grave what's gone wrong this time just a step away from the dead silence bleeding in my head I found the corpse of my conscience locked away I'm speaking in static and pain but the faces do not respond to the se things I saw as I was crawling through the broken glass of my thoughts I realized that I hate most everything I stand beneath my grave


9. Force Fed Trauma

Like a thousand plagues over my soul and the smell coming from behind the trees makes me sick it bring sflash backs from the past haunting me reddish gold and silver a hint of rust and blood my eyes they burn from the dying embers once known as me they suffocate the dying embers once known as me I can't make out the names on the wall they're rusted and covered with blood take my hands force feed me trauma take my hands and nail them together take all that I see and force feed me trauma as the candle light fades my hands are nailed together my eyes burn one last kiss from my sweet sarin force fed trauma


10. The Decaying Process



11. Outro

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