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Self Inflicted Misery
02:44
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Everytime We Talk To Each Other
Theres Always that Sense Of Disgust
I See The Look Of Fear Paired With The
Feeling Of Horror Receding As I Walk Away
My Skull Can Handle Nothing
Numbed And Grown To Shellshock
Blessed To Even Be Conscious Of my Own
Self
Wrought Upon My Own Self Destruction Lets
Wait And See
Inside The Victims Plea You'll Pray To Flee
Teeth On The Curb Teeth Flying Is my lesson
Learned
I Must Get My Own Feelings Hurt
To Decide Which Thought Came First
The Pain Or The Guilt
Bless The Heathen Which You Call Your
Son
His Name Is Mine And Only Called
Underneath A Sun Divided
The Bright Dull Moon Shines On My Depressed
Look
I See Myself In Your Eyes And You See
The Hopeful Eyes You Took
These Screams Are my Own
Terror Shrieks From The Darkest
Looks Of The Tempest
Thrown off Just To Slap
Against The Sidewalk
Still Alive
Still Conscious
Still Envying
Still Implying
I Am Nothing
Numbskull
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Cynical
02:46
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Solace In Terror
Wreak The Sin You Wrought
Placed Exactly
Where You belong
Tied Between Bloody Heathens
And The Heaven Sent
Blessed Be The Heaven Sent
But Lucky Be The Bloody Heathen
You Fucking Heretic
You Fucking Teller
You Fucking Breather
Im Fucking Sick
Under Pressure My Skull Cracks
Under Weather I Collapse
Remind Me Where I Am At
Might As Well Be A Sad Hell
Slow Torture Guided By Pharmacy
Dreading Everyday Through The Pain
I Am Given
I Cry To Have Hope And Faith
But None Will listen
Forced To Live
Pain Is Too Much Taken
Along With Too much Given
Wrestling Thoughts Of Unplugging
Take Me Away With The Rest Who
Have Given up
God Has His Plan I Hope Me Dying
Is On the List
I Have Faith He Did This To Show
Hate And Disgust For Once
United Under One Comes With Hate
And ignorance All In One
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92HATE
02:59
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Presented With What Is Given
No Thoughts Or Further Reason
Beat Them Til They Aren't Breathing
The Mentality Of A Yuman Heathen
Overlooked But Not Policed
The Filth Grosses But Never Will Be Clean
What Becomes Of That Which Is The
92Hate Come Fuck Up Your Clean Slate
Or Stay Inside
Never To See The Day
Honest Living But Its Always Taken
Knock My Walls Out Til It Caves In
Overlooked But Not Policed The Filth Grosses But Never Will Be Clean
What Becomes Of That Which Is The 92Hate
Come Fuck Up Your Clean Slate
Or Stay Inside Never To See Theee Day
Further Corrected But Not Mistaken
Choked But Its Not Suffocation
We Are Lost In Blood What Is This
92hate
Hate
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Douleur
02:51
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Waiting In The Dark Abyss You Keep designing to be rough
Cycling Through Separate Memories
Sifting Leaving Only The Blood
Remembering Slight Triggers
The Belligerents Are Enough
WHO
Pleasing The Path Which I Find
Most Suitable
Tending Only To The Plausible
Fresh From The Silence
Dried Tears Gone Of To Be With The Serpents
Tongues Always Split But You Never Speak In
Oh How Tender Your Words Seep In
The Thought Only Comes When I See In
The Lost Truly Do Become A Nuisance
Take My Blessings Hope To Die Faithfully
Prepared To Accept But It Still Feels Shady
Reeking of Guilt and Malice How Far Can One Sink
Tying Everything Up But A Rope
Living Through Is Surely The Next Loathe
Guessing My Next Step Is No Hope
Putting My Worst Side To A Deep Mote
Thoughts Blacken It Seeps Into The Trance
All I See Is The Void Call Back
Maybe I Answer Maybe I Sit Further In The Dark Remember All The Times In The Light
But My Times Gone With My Thought Train Derailed
Sensing No Fault Is Where I Failed
Douleur
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