SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (T)

Take my throne in the reserved place, the station of shame, the object of hate. Choking secrets down, swallowing all the sound. Choking secrets down, swallowing till I drown. Oh soundless sound, oh voiceless voice--the shadow of names lies hidden in every word I've ever spoken....

In the sleepless, white nights, alone in wakeful oblivion, through the cloudless black frights--I dream of you, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. We are all bent in corners darkened, by unseen burdens. Wailing through the choking thrush. There is no one left to forgive us. There’s something in my eye. You know it happens every time I think about the love that i thought would save me. I call to you, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. We are all bent in corners darkened. We all are bent by unseen burdens....

Having succumbed to youthful infirmities, carry the weight of shackles leadened. Swallow the blacked pulp of your disease, corrosive secrets that char and deaden. There is an overwhelming fear, a rat lying hidden in the bowels, gnawing and gnawing in silence. Can't even sculpt one tear. Wasted engaged with youthful conformities, bending knees to encrusted legend. Trudging into age'd pit of deformities, revealing the empty rooms and dead ends. I cant even bring myself to say your name. It takes me to a time where I’ll remain....

Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground. Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down....

In the fields of self adulation, ranged in gloom'ed array, it speaks in ten thousand thunders, an emptiness rent from the wound. So shrill is the trumpet to announce solitary array. It croaks its incessant wail, an emptiness rent from the wound. In the fields of self adulation, the ache of false hope takes shape. It whispers ten thousand thunders, lamenting in dismal woe. Amidst all the trembles and groans, senses and will lose shape. I croak an incessant wail, lamenting in dismal woe. Oh shadow of horror is risen. It forms this abominable void. It's birthed in the temple of draughts. It fashions these walls. Oh, cold silent horror on desolate mountain roams. In shriveling isolation, I fashion these walls....

There's a sentence. There's a syllable. A point of reference, the ineffable. What man can say no to the weight of the soul while rising? There's a balance unachieved. There's a prophet unbelieved. What man can say no to the weight of the soul while rising? One day when the rain falls hard, one day when the wind blows sharp, once in the deepest moon, we will find you. One breath of deepest sun, disguised in everyone, once sin is reflecting truth, we will find you....

Restless river of the heart, ever flowing, ever dark. Moving well without will. Never stopping never still. In this state of memory, we wait. In this cage of melody, we wait. Line after line, we hesitate. Dream after dream, re-awake. There's a reason for the river to change its course, to be dissolved and absorbed in its source. Like the unignited Fire awaits its fuel, so does death wait for you....

Persistent imprint of the future, that place I have known forever, of the pitched void that dwells inside stones--sunless, starless, solid nothingness....

The earth is / The earth is / The earth is...

All the people / Run amuck / And yet my siblings...

Crawl in awful stealth to me, / forever a voyeur I've been. / Nocturnal Goddess of the moon....

Black candles dance to an overture, / but I am drawn past their flickering lure. / To the breathing forest that surrounds the room....

Thee I invoke, bornless one / All woman, pure predator / Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell,...

Undead feast as they / tear upon your weak flesh, / terror builds at the...

Spell for not permitting a man's heart to be taken from him in the realm of the dead / O you who take away hearts and accuse hearts, who recreate a man's heart (in respect of) what he has done, he is forgetful of himself through what you have done. Hail to you, lords of eternity, founders of everlasting! Do not take N's heart with your fingers wherever his heart may be. You shall not raise any matter harmful to him, because as for this heart of N, this heart belongs to one whose names are great, whose words are mighty, who possesses his members. He sends out his heart which controls his body, his heart is announced to the gods, for N's heart is his own, he has power over it, and he will not say what he has done. He himself has power over his members, his heart obeys him, for he is your lord and you are in his body, you shall not turn aside. I command you to obey me in the realm of the dead, even I, N, who am vindicated in peace and vindicated in the beautiful West in the domain of eternity....

He threw down a glove, you made the mistake of picking it up, now you’re gone / The choosing of guns or fighting with swords, the choice of weapons is done / He’ll tear you apart, as soon as you start, you know you don’t have a chance...

Manchmal spürt man nicht / Wie die Angst mit einem spielt, / Und du fürchtest Dich...

Ice cold bastards are destroying our planet Earth / Who made them our leaders? / Who brought this bloody curse?...

You buy your home / And follow a dream / No politics here...

In the sleepless, white nights, alone in wakeful oblivion, through the cloudless black frights--I dream of you, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. We are all bent in corners darkened, by unseen burdens. Wailing through the choking thrush. There is no one left to forgive us. There’s something in my eye. You know it happens every time I think about the love that i thought would save me. I call to you, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. We are all bent in corners darkened. We all are bent by unseen burdens....

My sense of control is now a sense of escape. Lust and impulse condemned to simple routine. Bring down the hammer, a bludgeon to my shrines. Bring down the hammer to the corpse of my worship. Comfort is the gateway to submission. What is contentment?: another word for stagnation. Bring down the hammer, a bludgeon to my shrines. Bring down the hammer to the corpse of my worship. Bring down the hammer, the shattered rent in time. Bring down the hammer to the corpse of my worship. Every single thing up to this point was a waste. Every single thing we ever built now lies in ruins. Now it is time to begin. Now it is time to truly begin....

A simple choice made the angels fall, a simple lie now believed by all. The sky is blue when the sun is shining, but by the light of the moon, the truth ain't hiding. As the child I'm the son of man. As the mother, clothed in the sun I am. Sanctuary for the weary soul. The life giving word that no one knows. Man is the god of earth, the answer to every question. Given to generation and birth by a God who is the man of heaven. Once there was a sun above. The only law we knew was love. Once there was a moon to glow. Once there was a way to know....

Silence any insight. Nuance ground into dust. Suppressive personalities. Mechanicals to the fore. As the short sighted ne'er do wells proselytize in various degrees of mumbles and shouts. We laugh! at the keening wail. We stare! down the shrieking eye. As they strip off their clothing and run bare bones through streets, as they waste away in hedonistic glut. Haunting fractured reality, dwellers of delusion, crooning the primacy of their singular perspective, humming the hymn of knives, veneration of disdain. Corrosive idolatry. Enshrouded glacial deformity, that blighted obscenity. Scratching out the lines we never thought you'd cross. Begging for the illusion, pining for fabrication, for a pallid shadow. Behind the mask, another mask....

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, / Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; / Conspiring with him how to load and bless...

Witness shames parade, / the pain of blame repaid. / Its fucking hopeless,...

Remember the city lights / With friends by our side / Running streets wild...

Runny nose and runny yolk even if you have a cold still. / You can cough on me again. I still haven't had my full fill. / In the someday what's that sound?...

the hell is burning, fire and sulfur pain and suffer / eternal penury you're condemned / black blood slave of evil...

Man and machine and nothing there in between / A flying circus and a man from Prussia / The sky and a plane, this man commands his domain...

Deprived of the fundamentals / Those animalistic needs / Became ever more essential...