Hateful Abandon lyrics
V/M has posted lyrics for the forthcoming Hateful Abandon album.
RATS WHISPER MURDER
Here in the tunnels
On the damp walls
Where the moss grows
and the chains rust
I haven’t seen my face
I haven’t heard my voice
All I feel is sick and cold
If I only knew what drives me
To prostitute myself, time and time again
Rats whisper murder
Cobwebs rip and spoil
Bent on a whim
That isn’t my own
Horned heroes
Give me the excuse I need
To feed my perversions
If only they knew…
If only I knew why…
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DIAMOND SPINE
I live amongst the pulse of the dead,
Deafening now, its throb, its lust
Willing me to power,
Willing me to power
I can live through tragedy
I can live through hate
I can live without kindness
The dead decide my fate
Every heartbeat
A steel-boot stomp
Every smile is vomit
Every smile is vomit.
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RIDING THE BLADE
Is this what it takes for me to feel?
Exquisite disaster, orgasmic misery
Is this what it takes for me to scream?
To lose a part of me, to find nothing
Your face still so clear
Although fading with time
Memory is finite
The grief feels infinite
Mother, I’ve been riding the blade too long…
I may topple and fall this time.
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AVALANCHE
Downhill…
I am a distant memory
Falling away from myself
Avalanche…
My avalanche…
I tip my hat to the inertia
That speeds me ever down
Leave my thoughts behind
Crushing weight now a part of me
I gather fragments of you as well
I smother you, I hurt you
I make you all part of me.
Massive wave of insanity
My psychotic avalanche
Flesh tsunami
My final goodbye
My avalanche
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BOILING SEAS
In my veins
In my soul
In my lungs
Oceans tear and toil
Skin now sand
Blood becomes tide
Blood becomes tide
Strength of a planet
Fists like mountains
Pounding on the crust
Mouth spewing lava
Blood becomes tide
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PAINTERS ROPE
Under command
To paint the night
To summon the stars
But robbed of sight
Destined to wind this wheel
Tighter and tighter
It flexes like muscle
To lock like a fist
Stretch the Painters Rope
Heave the planets into place
Stretch the Painters Rope
Calculate Space
Controlled mayhem
Bought by my sins
My wasted life
Given meaning by toil
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LUNGS
Hands soiled with ash
I drift toward the roiling ocean
Whether my legs take me
Or some unknown instinct
I prepare to drink
To swallow the foaming filth
I let my lungs fill
To rid me of these cunts and slugs
The cold holds me tenderly
No thought given to struggle
Accept my fate without a fight
Azure sky turns to grey
Hands dig into sand
On my knees I watch the brine
Ready to take me
Hungry for my breath
My gods hold me buoyant
I dip and flow with the tide
Finally released, finally free
Finally me. Finally me.
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