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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #158
Peak in subgenre #3
Author
Layma Azur
Rights
Yes
Uploaded
July 05, 2009
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:45
Lyrics
10 – Ingrid
(first voice)
It’s spreading just behind you,
Spreading in the air around you…
The blackness and sweet smell.
Sleeping doll, my beautiful
You’re just a f*** ing joke
Sinking in the stairs
“The last time I kissed you”
Quietly eating all the flesh I cut
Ask: “who would be the next one?”
The trashed clock, the distorter hours
She said “I have no reason to fight…
I’m so tired of being the laughingstock…
Ask: who will be the next one?”
My beautiful lover, my sweet child
In the wake of the fever
you can hear every sound of your body
every sound of the Church of the Grey
(sharp every vulgar smile)
You are no one and I’m no one
Except for the Thirsty inside
Painting the silhouette of a headless child
Licking the dust from the blood
Laughing and drawing circles in shadow play
And the time, and the tide and numbers
And half-written pages,
And the lines across the soil
all is gone or drowned in ashes…
she’s my mother now
creeping slowly across my chest to my mouth
ripping the flesh to shape a smile
the white and the blue across the light
fading away and dying on me,
the unspoken fear crawling on the flesh…
the quiet glare, another pill,
feeling the disease
and how it’s growing inside me…
and while the air turns thick and grey,
and laughs and whispers become the loudest sign
I rehearse a vain smile
And take a pause in the garden
Hidden behind the tables, breathing on your back
Waiting for the Other One to raise
and spread all this beauty
watching Ingrid’s silhouette moving out of time
in shadow play…
growing into this crawling stain…
(second voice)
When the silent witness eat your eyes…
She’s my mother now, back in the womb.
Ripping the flesh to shape a smile…
Honeymouth: I’ll kill what you love…
She’s my mother now: a smile on a skeletal tree.
There’s no happy end for us…
So I will expose all your fears through your open chest
The image of Christ
And then I’ll drown you, soft and white
And crawl inside you one more time
To wake up burning bright
Between the purple scars across your arms
(the map of every single subtle lie)
Buried in the womb, ripping the flesh to shape a smile
Burning in the womb…breathing the hungry air
Across the rainfields
Devouring every glimpse of light
Devouring every word and gesture
(a smile on a skeletal tree)
I keep the pulse at zero
Waiting for the dead meat…
The sweet smell of desecration.
And on every single house
The horrors gather around the table…
Weak children sharpening an incestuous smile…
Clean clothes and forced hands
Pushing through her open chest
watching Ingrid’s silhouette moving out of time
in shadow play…
growing into this crawling stain…
watching Ingrid’s silhouette moving out of time
in shadow play…
growing into this crawling stain…
so I’m sailing the future disaster
through the gardens of dust and salt
the wreckage we’ve been calling “peace”
Far out and naked,
Staring at the stains of the sheets
With a blind, empty stare…
Follow the cracks…
Follow the cracks and you’ll find me
While the murderer is raising weak and frail and beautiful
Spying every little move.
