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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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Enbalmada (The Trip)
03:55
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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
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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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Damned If They Do...
04:42
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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
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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?
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Charger
05:11
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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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Cyanide Euphoria
05:12
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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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Peepshow Creepshow
07:35
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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
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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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Spurn Sinista
11:14
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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 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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