Season In Hell

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Season in Hell

Shadowboy

Ed Gein

Libertine

The Sick Rose

(freestyle)

The Boy with His Heart for His Head

Danse Macabre

Iconoclast (Greek Sleepy Song)

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SEASON IN HELL

People seem to steal everything close to me,And I’m left with sheets from ghosts that were too high to stay.No, you’re books are bullshit, not like me, noI got words that rhyme , you got charcoal cities that can’t decide the day. It’s all shadows and light, and what you show and tell,It’s dark archangels, with even darker stares.All our skulls are smiling, and hatching holy hell,

with origami hands, quietly in chairs.

And all those times that I’m alone, Thoughts push to derange. And my season in hell,Never seems to change,

So come with me, come with me,And you will, and you will see. Everything that they do to me. I will do to you.

Maybe everything is dead, but baby I don’t know anymore.Maybe everything inside my head is pouring out on the floorI know everything in your head is pouring out on the floor,Cut the sadness out of your eyes and made love to the hole.

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SHADOWBOY

Here we go now, in good time and fashionLiving through the crimes, but without the passionAction is action to commit, or to sit calm is but action to refuse itSo we forth, we up, up and outWe birthed from the stars have but waited them outWeighted them and never contested their fate,But every look confirms their concern with eyes of lateLines of hate, traced, take up to the stars.And with them faced, we are faced with ours.Born are we to die, and lie asleep till thenBetter slain from the enemy, but always, in truth, a friend.So, here I go, ah me! Enforce the fate.‘twere so bad to live, but life’s so great.

Shadowboy must keep himself heartless,Though we all fall pray to his left-handed tricks sometimes.We’d swear we could see straight through the pavement.Now he’s an anecdote, but never a victim.

Words wasted in thoughtful abortionConsequence thrown away, tra-la-la-la-la-la-laHate brought from friendly alliance.The rain of good advice stopped by careless umbrellas.

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Nothing in this world is created or destroyed:The minds in the gutter, the souls in the voidBut do serve as spark, and too much kills,To fly past this world and this world’s ills.

ED GEIN

Ed Gein I know your mother haunts all your dreamsBut you can’t keep running (running)I can hear the screams, I know she’s coming back,She’s not coming (coming) back, again.

You could never be her, So just leave her alone, she’s dead and gone, So move on and get a life of your own –Leave all of these innocent people alone.


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How would you feel if I cut your face off and put it on my wall,You crazy son of bitch, you think that you standin’ tallYou sick, slick, cut off your dick, skeletons in your closet,Literally all over it, 1, 2, 3, 4Get yourself ‘pon the floorI’m fixin’ u‘pon you for supper and needa be fixin’ moreI hang you by the ankles, blood dripping from your bullet hole.I slit from groin to sternum like a fucking animal.


LIBERTINE

He babybaby won’t you love me so?My love for you is growing more and moreRoses dying in the kitchen sink,But everything escapes me when I tried to stop from thinking about you.

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Killers, shoot me glancesTwo blue pills offer too much effectOh how that glance romances, Oh God you’re making me a wreckBut I’ll take my chancesThis affect is, at most, a defectWith all proper minds entranced

Lovers go on in anticipationArch their backs as they fall in loveMonsters ache in their dissipationBound, the angels sing: la-la-la

Here we go again tonightIn our hearts and minds we know everything about this worldThis world is ripe for us to rape and we know that you’ll celebrateThis time, because we haven’t done any better.No, we can’t do any better.

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THE SICK ROSE

As I fell down the well, I pulled you down with me,So in the deep, dark dungeon I would not be lonelyAnd on the wall grew a sick, sick roseI plucked it for you, but still another grows

And the people threw their problems and the pennies down the well,We inherited their wishful thinking while sinking to despair.Why would you send your wishes down to hell?Why am I asking you? You don’t seem to care.

Wash away all our problemsWash away all our fearCompensate for all those times you put us downRun away, far away from here.

And the people threw their problems and the pennies down the well,We inherited their wishful thinking while sinking to despair.Why would you send your wishes down to hell?Why am I asking you? You don’t seem to care.

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(FREESTYLE)

Felt up your daughter, autograph your cock and cut offI flow like Madonna on a gondola stuck in the parkKick, kick, kick goes the bass of the stereoList to the missiles as the merry-goes merrily aroundShoot the satellites down from spaceDiligently, as your burning faith falls from graceWithout a trace, I love it when you dress in rubber and laceAnd emaciated while film it like a villain with a smile And while to waste

There’s not much to do in Edmond when you’re deadAnd every lovely thing just get shot in the headRain clouds hold depression in the city as it sleepsAnd the blankets push me down like-oh-so deepAnd I creep, to the window in the cold, to the sinners, To the soldThe old executioner’s a little bit loose with the lingo,And he makes everything go down.

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THE BOY WITH HIS HEART FOR HIS HEAD

Here we go again,Everybody’s talking like the angels are not watchingAnd the boy with his heart for his head,Sat down to think tonight

He said: Here we go again,I’ve fallen in love; I’m getting in trouble, But this girl promises me love and happiness and shit and rainbows after the storm,So here we go, again, tonight.

And the boy that plastered on a smile,Gouged out his eyes with an Exacto knife in art classAnd everybody was so scared,But its alright now because that little boy is dead.

And the television’s been struck by lightning(so here we go again tonight)

Everybody Dies (in the end)!

My window’s panes break and rain glass in my shattered roomTo make the shadows go to sleep, like victims or sheep,

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To be poetic and deep, like my love for you is growing and such unpleasant company to keep!

Where the red fern grows, is where I’ll always love you, But you’re so fucked up that I could never ever show you.

DANSE MACABRE

Our little town comes so alive at night,When every gas lamp’s a light that falls on the graveyard.Heavy hearts turn to dust and they blow away,In the wind as the gallows sway in the graveyard.

Look what the worms have made of meLet’s dance, let’s dance, let’s dance in the moonlightFlashes of red and ivoryLet’s dance in the moonlight, baby.

Cathedral tones accompany whispers and moansAs purple winds pass through our bones in the graveyardHiding our lust, under the violet skyFrom scorn of the heaven’s eye in the graveyard

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As night music ends, we all do dust off our skinsAnd zip them up to our chins, leaving the graveyard.

ICONOCLAST (GREEK SLEEPY SONG)

He’s nothing more than an iconoclast,He’s nothing more than an iconoclast,He’s nothing more than an iconoclast,And everybody’s coming ‘round to kick his ass.

Hey-diddle-diddle, just me in the middle of anywhere.And I won’t see the world from the darknessThat goes on and on and on.

The people are putting their faces on,But none of mine seem to fit,People are finding their places,And the places they call home. But none of my roads are lit

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