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The Sacrifice

(2014)
TypeEP
GenresSludge Metal, Drone Metal, Doom Metal
LabelsRobotic Empire
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Votes :  0
Lyrics > T > Thou Lyrics (61) > The Sacrifice Lyrics (4)
Submitted by level 21 록스타 (2018-07-19)
1. New Orleans Is a Hole (8:24)
Decadence is restrained and smothered by the strictest codes of conduct. And you'll writhe naked upon the sands as the sun flays every inch of skin which is then assaulted and hacked away by the scorching, barren wind of empty breath. You wail and pray and grovel on your knees for a drop of water, just a bit of substance. Instead, you must sustain yourself on the scraps of idleness, or gorge yourself on the incessant corruption and muck of indifference. Excessiveness is a virtue. Debasement is a virtue. This is the birthplace of Saint I-Don't-Care. The patron saint of extravagant waste and crippling depression. Enjoy the masquerade of dark, bitter smiles of those too senseless to notice the uncanny resemblance: uptight aristocrat, lackadaisical vagabond. Different uniforms for the same subservient fuck.
2. I Believe Because It Is Impossible (3:44)
3. Pill (3:01)
Vacant eyes meet vacant eyes meet vacant eyes meet vacant eyes. Can there be more? There must be more. Reach inside. Deep inside. Fingers run over the lying tongue, down the throat, probing deeper and deeper and deeper. Grasp the writhing truth. Purged. Insubstantial blame. Purged. Inconsequential anger. Purposeless discourse. And now a promise of benevolent malice. A promise of impending violence to you, my friend. This is a promise to you, my friend.
4. Eulogy (5:09)
Drink deep of your mortality. Accept the blueprint for non-achievement, the well-tread path of capitulation. Bury the suffering and ecstasies. When will the old gods be avenged? Extol a life of compromise. Resigned to quiet submission. When will the old gods be avenged? Welcome boredom and banal normality. Farewell to joy and laughter and trust. Welcome fear, suspicion, and hatred. There is the stench of the gathering of flies. You have the look of a strangled child. You have the look of a hollow shell. You have the look of a rotting corpse. Entombed under intolerable weight, in the delusions of wish fulfillment. Escape the standards of youth. Find sanctuary in a cringing half-life. It's called moving on. It's called growing up. It's called giving up. Lurking in the shadow of your past, lurking in the blackness of acquiescence, pathetic acceptance
5. I Hate Myself and I Want to Die (Nirvana cover) (4:01)
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?
Broken heart and broken bones, thinking about some capsules of horse pills.
One more quirky cliche'd phrase.
You're the one I wanna refill.
In the someday what's that sound?
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