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Apparitions
03:22
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I think there might be someone else
In my house hiding
I keep finding things rearranged
And I hear pacing
If I could kiss your pretty wounds
I would but only the foolish return to the scene of the crime
Lonely
I can’t seem to get you out of my mind
Help me
I guess I’m haunted until you feel like you have shown me
Freedom
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Cinderland
03:44
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Farewell pale repents
Farewell lone torment
I have poisoned the pool in the lion's den
I have torn from the womb the born again
I found my name
And it rhymes with dead
Welcome back my priest
Welcome night unleashed
From this view in the cinderland
Where nothing grows and nothing stands
From this view in the cinderland
I found my name
And it rhymes with dead
There is no abyss
Only thoughts about it
Killed it or something I killed it or something I killed it or something
You know I wanted to
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3. |
Paramnesia
03:17
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In the museum filled with artifacts
That have never existed
Bullets decorate the walls beautifully
From a gun that never fired
And I swear to you it is not true
Whatever your mind might lie to you
And I swear no one officer
Visited before they died
Memories of a ghost that have risen from
A body that never died
I watched your mind destroy the past
And regret the future
And I swear to you it is not true
Whatever your mind might lie to you
And I swear no one officer
Visited before they died
Paramnesia
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4. |
Pneuma Enthusiastikon
04:06
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Am I still coming up or have I crossed over to the other side
Do the cops know do the cops know do the cops know do the cops know
Is this my blood or the splatter of my family
Pneuma enthusiastikon
God rot
Terror ubique
My hubris has bitten me
Do the cops know do the cops know do the cops know
Is the man dead is the mean dead is he
Please someone take me out
Snuff this mortal flame
Meathook of consciousness
Yearned knot implodes you
Pneuma enthusiastikon
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5. |
Prankquean
03:00
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All rise
Little did I know there was want for naught
Little did I know she could smell the rot
And I need to confess
I need to confess
Little did I know there was room for loss
Little did I know I’m the albatross
And I need to confess
There are bodies under the floor
All things come in threes
Like the six on her dress of gore
Every fire lit has been started by her
Cosmic arson
Everything you taste is the flesh of a child
Killed by her
Trust her knife though microscopic it
Hurts where you need to feel
Divine scourge and iron swords cut the
Stone made of flesh
Little did I know there was want for naught
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6. |
Dead Coyote Dreams
03:35
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I peeked and I saw god masterbating on the night shift
If he’d been on guard at the graveyard he’d have caught the thief
She took you away from here left feeble and dumbstruck
If you had a mouth you’d scream about dead coyote dreams
Yes once a sinner but now a coward
And what about your own unholy matrimony
Clandestine and technicolor
I saw the birth of my mother
But nothing could have shown me what she ended up doing to you
No more songs to sing
No more bells to ring
No more gun to aim
No more god to blame
And now divorced now who’s the sinner
And who’s the saint
And who’s for dinner
What happens to the light when a tomb is forever sealed
Where does the heat go from a body that is never healed
When I hear night’s death song rising from the last breath of day
I see it not let a cry but accept it and give way.
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7. |
Bleed, Memory
04:12
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There was a sadness in bloom
Growing inside her tomb
There was a madness
It spoke of you
I tell stories
Such lovely stories
And you’d love them too
And maybe one day I’ll learn to love
Shoot out the sky from a falling dove
I tell stories
Such lovely stories
And you’d love them too
It lingers in abandoned castles
Breathing out death and decay
Fleeting in the corner of my eye
Dragging my insides
Around her scaffold
I fell for it again
The ghost inside my head
The photos I found of you
You look dead
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8. |
Dulcinea
04:50
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I’m gonna tell you my one darkest secret
Took a life and hid it in this orchestral pit
Let me take drag of your ghost I’ll inhale
Let me take a bite of your throat I’ll impale
So sing forever for me sweet angel
Let's die together and destroy heaven’s bells
You are the gun woman in my novella
Just married pulling a dead cinderella
Hide your father’s body
And lie forever for me sweet angel
Let's die together my black angel
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Behemouth
04:12
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The struggle is more fun than growth
Like the ritual feels better than the high
I never conquer anything I’m just swallowed whole
And convince me right now that this night sky
It is not leviathan swallowing the world whole
And the stars hang proof all knowing we are not alone
All hear the buried sing
Death be not our tragedy
Forever forever sings in all in all eternity
I cannot fall if I abide
See the tyrant pining to snare the sun
Unaware that which burns makes him grow
Wilt thou follow me inside of fear
I believe in you
Although the crowds may be spitting
I believe in you
Although the skies my be trembling
I believe in you
And your legs might be shaking
I believe in you
And as the Behemouth greets you
I believe in you
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10. |
Hexproof
01:57
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[INSTRUMENTAL]
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11. |
Pissing
03:13
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12. |
To Whom It May Concern
04:35
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By hook or by crook I’ve turned from love to hide
I’m trying to return to the place before I learned to lie
This fear towers ancient in my blueprints before I could write
To whom it may concern this is what my healing looks like
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13. |
Saturnian
03:54
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The one person that I trust is gunna get me killed
And my dream to be alone I fear will be fulfilled
God and satan both arise from it the same essence
And I’ll meet them when I smell your new putrescence
And you’re still the man of the house but its been robbed and
Stripped of your memories you never liked the bedaubed
Madness be your final threshold guardian
As you once again return to your home saturnian
Soon I’ll lay you down humming a sweet berceuse
Your final pirouette in vulture skin pointe shoes
And you’re still the man of the house but its been robbed
Stripped of your memory stuck in purgatory
Meetings of ghosts inside your room a concourse
Your reason dragged away by a midnight horse
And you run through the streets like the mad ones did
With a sword dripping wet and the head of Euclid
Madness be your final threshold guardian
As you once again return to your home saturnian
Saturnian
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Indomitable
04:00
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Oh sword of compassion pierce this wet goblin hide
I am intoxicated at the thought of my demise
All things without question and the starved graveyard dog
They are indomitable I blame myself for God
Fingers count the rosary spine
And everything’s faith until the heart stops
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15. |
The Rules of Famine
03:05
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They say in a famine the moral are the first to die
So when I ask to bury you don’t be horrified
They say that a lover visits you before they die
Well I’ve had lots of loved ones never had a ghost come by
They say in a famine the moral are the first to die
You won’t see a shark with gore pouring from its eyes
Circle back to its victim try to apologize
I can no longer use dead reckoning
To live a decent life I’m laying down the sword
They say in a famine the moral are the first to die
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16. |
Mixtape 2017 - 2019
08:35
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[ INSTRUMENTAL ]
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17. |
Funeral Waltz
06:07
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[ INSTRUMENTAL ]
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18. |
Ginnungagap
07:02
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[ INSTRUMENTAL ]
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[ INSTRUMENTAL ]
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20. |
Behemouth (Glacier Mix)
04:23
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[ INSTRUMENTAL ]
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THIEF is night music for haunted ballrooms and electric churches.
Based in Los Angeles and fronted by D. Neal (ex-Botanist).
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