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| Last Login: | Dec 12, 2009 (16 days back) |
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| dis n' dat... stuff happens sometimes... sometimes it don't.... sometimes it suddenly lundges forward and hits you in the face Solo Suicide Opening Sun.Dec. 13th @5:00 Sharp!!! - $8 @ The Meat Locker in Monclair N.J. - 8 Park St. Mental Abuse (N.J.) Rapid Deployment Force Ultraviolence (N.Y.) Social Decay (N.J.) Lousy Break(NJ.) Come watch me Die! ever so slowly as my Butcher Machine gently weeps!! I've often been compared to Nick Cave and Iggy Pop (go figure) and sometimes I've even been accused of being English But I'm probably just an irratic & clueless-musician who usually just shouts alot on a good day explosive and angry on a bad day just a sad bloody mess.... |
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Music:Member Since: 10/08/2007Band Members: Lyrics: Setting Sun Too bad you can't join me in the setting sun I know I'll cry until the day is done Touching with knives aint much fun I'll still be there when the crowd is gone Dark shadows of sadness when we die Dark fears of death when we cry You know I'll be sad when the morning comes don't waste the time in between on foolish insensitivity When the night has come the tears will all be gone in day love embalms me seals the outside layer with a tear But now my arms open wide like a butterfly even though the flowers have all dried my dark existance lies in whispers my draining life slithers in persistance will never be enough to satisfy me visions of my hope collide with your lies besides your only fooling yourself oh setting sun bring me some darkness oh setting sun bring me some darkness Knock of your Death I await you at my Door I await the knock of your death on my life The Cold Softness of your Icy touch as you await me on the other side Anxiety it pulls at the scars of my soul When I fear love is no longer there for an embrace of security Its just something never intended for me I see things the way they have been written incorrectly I see cracks in the way you think things are supposed to be I see bitter demise in your empty skies once filled with love and hope and dreams now darkness fills my empty halls with lost hope and memories I await you at my door. Carnival of Souls For a moment I saw you standing there on the edge of my world but only the sediments of where you once stood remain I saw a mother crying for her lost identity but not for her only child I turn my head from one side to the other in silent panic I caress my inner sight imprisoned within me I cannot be free I see myself slipping down the corridors with daggers and forgotten dreams what does it all mean sometimes just to walk alone in the day is too much for me to handle the cars and the voices ringing in my mind, echoing am I going mental blind because I can feel myself slipping into haze then this reality plays tricks on my eyes I see blotches and lines the lights and colors grow strong and fade as if I was to be sent spinning away... spiraling down below the ground then to live my death with the Carnival of Souls.. The Carnival of Souls. Circles over Hallowed Ground In a dark room where you can taste sounds hidden by the day Underneath illusions of the artificial surface lies reality existing for purpose to survive in purity defending truths honesty In a ritual of true democracy under the oppression of individuality under the siege of your devils bigotry are the ways intended for me No Hope.... I hide under my shroud away from the crowd because most here will never understand I run to the corner of darkness away from your greed away from your evil deeds cus life like everyone else is misery your lies are the light which keeps me patronizing the need to be free and what we can achieve individually its not some supernatural being which keeps me going in circles its this life its you people your driving me under driving me blind is there no hope for your all spinning in circles Lay me to rest in hallowed ground so i may return another day This is an illusion, your all fooling yourselves No Hope.... I want to stick needles into the eyes of the darkest king bring down his evil majesty before they could ever take me down down to the depths of the underground if only it was as easy as a bomb and a one way ticket to DC Until then I'll be going in circles as the world is going in circles about me... Lay me to Rest in Hallowed Ground so I may return another day........ This is an illusion, your all fooling yourselves.... Kill the Precident! Sanity Bay Love has the tendacy towards denial seldom do the flowers of kindness remain life becons me toward soft shadows you could have had better things I reach forth with caring someone hands me despairing thrust forth like a tatered corpse engraving the last licks on the headstone this is how I feel uniform conclusion is just an illusion your ship is going down My fingers are tired of turning the useless pages I wipe off my fed up brow by the hour My heart is a flutter My soul is a shudder yet I will seek down the path to the city of lost dreams The Door is inside me Tell me which way to sanity bay. Influences: people places things Sounds Like: 1990 Record Label: Shadow Recourse Ltd. Type of Label: Indie |
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| Occupation: | Music Artist (Experimental / Ambient / Punk) |
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