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The Artificial Paradise

by The Preachers Of Neverland

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You talk me over in utter speach The verbal haft within your reach Stab me with your fatuous words Only speculate in how much it hurts Will you ever, ever learn? This is none of your concern Take your hands off my taciturn You claim my silence do you wrong I'll shut my hole, but not for long A strategy to speak and spell You wish me deaf and dumb as well Believe I did the right thing just this once What was confirming that was your response Tell me you will hear me kill The remains Hear this preacher say If you shut up you're alone to chat and out of the bag here comes the cat You will never ever learn This is none of your concern Take you fucking hands off my taciturn
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I see your horror I see you scare I see you long gone dead, but I don't fucking care You enter oblivion and I see your face Yeah, you're into sacriliege and you are getting crazed, fucking crazed It's enbalmada The body under siege Then an isolated mind It's enbalmada Lay still in your coffin so we can go on with the show For any other reason You wouldn't want to know We take care of the money It's up to you to choose No matter what you point at you're the one to lose, fucking lose The walls can speak Converse, you see Using similar expressions as when you discuss with me You see all these visions don't confirm your expectations Disgusting you, intimidates Working quite the same with me
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Autoskopia 05:47
Perilious escapades in the dead of the night Four wheels screaming by the traffic light A quick incision, a shattered vision And I'm driving in a tunnel towards a bright light Blaze away, time to pay your dues Appreciate and get astonished Reflecting mirrors get demolished There's no way around Fuck that, you don't have to go down Blaze away, rue the day We have fulfilled the strangest trip You got carried away and bit my lip Had to get back, too cold outside You have to speak after the ride What will I hear you say? Every hidden eye is not diverted and every truth unsaid is not unknown Face my eyes, I'll be deserted or claim it was some fucking show Maybe you spelt it wrong Maybe you said it backwards all along Perhaps you read out loud in the mirror Fuck that, maybe you just lied
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Rather show that you are bored than giving no response at all Conversations scents of sharing contents but this monologue will fall, no no Cannot satisfy an audience that's hard to please It's like laughing at ones handkerchief after a misplaced sneeze Well, the weather could be fine If it wasn't for your whining Now, the pleasure is all mine Preventing me from talking and the verbal grounds I'd be stalking Either way I'll go astray Don't forbid me from walking I'd love to give you a kiss but the time is just not right You know exactly what you miss That's why you change your mind in fright Explain what you're thinking What can I do, what can I not The result ends up all the same Shall I sing this song or shut up and sit down? On which one will I please I can laugh at you, cause I know it's true: Whatever I will do...
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Thespians 01:55
Precious Keep on pretending Vanish the stitches for this is not real What is relieveing? Is it too real for you? Sacred Inhale the silence Can darkness kill or is it what's in it? What is believing? Burn my souls insence for the gods What is conceiling? What is too real for you? What is releasing?
6.
Charger 05:11
What the fuck do you want? Is that what you want? All you know is sex Does that make you complex? Intrusion of my world Gradually make it twirl But you're shit out of luck, you harmless fuck and girl: I'm telling you: This charger fucks you up This charger stays on top This charger tells you when to bleed and why You think this is a game, that I'm the one to blame but I can't let it go as if I did not know Leaving stains to shine of lipstick in the wine You're tarnished with nicotine, but now you will never be seen
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You are expected for the gathering I'll summon your souls for unreasonable goals You are like ropes on the good year blimp I'm high enough to get my senses dim What we heard and saw doesn't matter after all Things we did and said Doesn't matter when we're dead Cyanide euphoria Razorblade sensoria I smile along this lovely fierce but nothing grins like a pile of skulls So much to do, but less to live Become the things I would possess Seize them Decrease them Congregate their tiny fucking minds I'll do to them what I did to myself and now I'll finally see them pleased
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I condemn lose ends like books without the last page who gets killed and who's already dead? Blood stains where tears used to fall Holes in the sky where there used to be stars for us to call upon them all Mine is red and yours are green mine is shed upon your scene If I'm the fire Then you're the spark How does it feel to be so small and still try to conquer it all? Take my love Ride above Above the sky Take my life Then wasn't the time to pop those pills, girl Well, are you comfty now? Do they make you a tornado or do you slowly whirl? Are there any, any left for me? So fucking scared So damn possessed Dismembering pain inside my chest It's not the heart and it's not the blood and it's not some vain, slick fucking god
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Metamorphine 04:17
Been charged with massive fury fast Received the final clearance no, at last, redemption Returning down on your moral ground Deceptively flat and free from obstacles to rundown Stop this world, I wanna get off Gimme head, I wanna get off Large dose of adrenaline to play Retains the blood of which I smell dismay and tension The flesh I sacrifice as foreseen It's just for me and gods: metamorphine So smooth the taste Back to juvenile waste There's matter in this cell Gave birth before I fell into this artificial paradise Stop this world, I wanna get off I made it spin and now I just can't stop So give me you fucking head, I wanna get off
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Who are you to deny the guilt? To justify the blood you spilt or do you wash your hands before the show? My obligation to protect and rebuild what you have wrecked Rejection breeds the hate and increases while you wait In your face Mend your ways Rub it in and cry forever Burn sinista, spurn sinista Facial severing Burn sinista, spurn sinista Go on, read your fictious books Heavens gain to believe in those fucking crooks Amusing, ridiculous scam I'm the thing you try to hold in your hand, but I'll burn your palm and crawl like sand, you fucking tea strainer Don't take those pills to keep you sane You will never grow conscious again If I was jesus I'd claim I wrote the book foresaid If I was Judas I'd kiss my arse instead This is just a catalyst It's just a catalyst Surely you must know all this Exchange your outstretched hands for fists
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The Preachers of Neverland recorded the long lasted 10 track cd "The Artificial Paradise" at H&W Studio with Sonny Mellström (R.I.P) and Rob Wiktorzon in four days and four nights around the clock. It was both darker, heavier and more aggressive than earlier releases and plowed its way into punk rock, metal and industry and it also included a hidden track. For once they allowed themselves to let go of parts of the production to others.
At long last they released it in 1995. Unfortunately, by the time of its release, the band had become sick of its epithet as a gothic rock band to such an extent that they were basically disbanded before its release as well as the fact that they had already recorded it once in 1994. The title "The Artificial Paradise" is said to be a reference to narcotics.

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released June 19, 2014

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The Preachers Of Neverland Västervik, Sweden

The Preachers of Neverland was a Swedish gothrock band from the 90s. They were often compared to Fields of the Nephilim och The Sisters of Mercy. The Preachers Of Neverland released the 12" maxi "Autoskopia", cd maxi "Incision" and the cd "The Artificial Paradise" before they finally gave up and disbanded in 1995. The immediately formed The Preachers with a more metal approach. ... more

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