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Once A Martyr
01:41
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Sundown
Dead end job is over
Getting myself fired sure is hard work
Once a martyr of betrayal and rejection
Now I am praised with Your loving games
Just take me there
You hurt me like you had no other purpose
Curtains closed - I’m ready
Like a starving pig gone violent
And someone left your gates open
Before I can take on the war of I
I have to lose the war of you
Trumpets are sounding in Jericho
I have to lose the war of you
And when I bath in blood
Spread eagle; you rise
Christ imitation
Scorning the trinity
A parody macabre
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2. |
Mold
00:40
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Mold everywhere, the floor is giving in
Weeds growing through
How long has it been? How long was I out?
And you’re still laying exactly the same
We haven’t spoke since you opened your veins
I forgot to turn of the screen
Porn is still playing a million links later
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3. |
Alzheimer Bliss
00:55
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Fed with putrid mess
Forced to walk upright
Imprisoned at home
Locked inside, through years I sit
In this castle of piss and shit
The cat has been scratching the door for weeks
He fits in the freezer now somewhere it shrieks
My eyes changed color last night
With a dull knife I made it inside
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4. |
Kneeling Begging "Do It"
00:58
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Kneeling, begging, ”do it”
Muzzle, hair grip, lust
He begs me to shoot - I do as I’m told
And now I’m alone and he is turning cold
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5. |
Meant To Be Hurt
01:06
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Escaping
”Buckle up boy”
Strangers consenting
Bashed
The darkest of hours
The humid perfume of his car
His drunken lone eyes they turn in his head
My loving hand on his dick while he drives ahead
Droning wall of sound, a pair of gathering lights emerging
Head on collision, we are in his Chevy upside down
One death ago - a gracious man
Now a bloody scrap against the dashboard
My loving hand, suddenly veiled by his bowels
His drunken lone eyes
Fatal cries
Why should I care for anyone
When I'm meant to be hurt?
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6. |
Tub
01:34
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Eyes dead shut
Fucking pigs come storming in
Bathroom light is flashing in
Red and blue, from their cars
Knocking, speaking, hitting, shrieking
Trying to reason with me
Aiming in chest height
Ugly pack of fools
Outside my bathroom door
Bleeding out, Bleeding out
Motherfuckers won’t get me alive
Bleeding out, Bleeding out
In my tub I lay laughing in blood
Fucking pigs come storming in
Bathroom light is flashing in
Red and blue from their cars
Breaking in the door to find
Eyes dead shut
Throat wide open
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7. |
Umeå Grindcore
02:11
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Trying to count the flies in my sink
They belong somewhere else
For years I have tried to escape them
But I only lead them to my home
Last night I swear they developed human tongues
I tried to shut them out, ending up fucked up drunk
Passing out into dreams of new friends, smiles and sex
Only to wake up dead-scared with cum in the bed
Existence reduced to these four walls:
The cub of a captured fox
In boiling July I would love to stroll the street
But I am to fucking scared of who I might meet
So I stay indoors until my lungs dry up sore
And there is puke on the floor
Umeå Grindcore
From the inside bending keys to my door
Umeå grindcore, Umeå grindcore
Staying at home until there is puke on the floor
Umeå Grindcore, Umeå Grindcore
On scrunching surfaces that makes a putrid skin on the ground
I lay inutile
A cycle of nausea, disgust and a crippling shame
Make years seem futile
Darkness by noon
Trees are hanging their heads
Begging for death
But this city won’t let them
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