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can't sing, can't play, what do you do?
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Peak #594
Peak in subgenre #26
Author
vojx
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January 26, 2005
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Story behind the song
track 1 from the Septicity concept album, cue the first narrator to the podium
Lyrics
welcome, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce myself
my name is not important, though my associates call me chisel
you could say it’s some sort of a trademark of mine
a calling card, a little momento to find
a chilling wee modus operandi, a precocious portal
functional yet so exquisitely informal
so let me tell you of my little crimes
the whys and hows and of those with whom i share a slice of time
i wouldn’t dare call it torture, merely a ruse
or else the marquis would disapprove
more my way of saying „i love the way you are
and how you make me feel so special, a 15 minute star“
i must share these moments, lest you forget
i’ve chiselled before and shall chisel some more yet
so with no more ado:
free my soul – nothing left to show
free my soul – let it fucking go
free my soul – nothing left to steal
free my soul – i’m not your last meal
free my soul – nothing left to dread
free my soul – now i’ve escaped your bed
free my soul – nothing left to sell
free my soul – let me rot in hell
just one punch to the head
the chisel to fully embed
really only meant that first time
but now the joy has become a serial crime
to the core, leave a
little spore
the willingness
and the killingness
i know you can feel me cut you, feel me slice you as i tickle your bones
now is that my laughter, are you frightened, sense of panic when i
sever the flesh cleanly, let the blood serenely trickle on stones
no need for you to worry, understand me, so much better when i
rip your heart from your chest
then maybe i can rest, cos
now you won’t walk out the door
and i won’t fuck you, fuck you anymore
shattered little baby with the missing eye
just when she'd learnt to cry
here a face wears a permanent grin
wreckage without a skin
to the core, leave a
little spore
the willingness
and the killingness
i know you can feel me cut you, feel me slice you as i tickle your bones
now is that my laughter, are you frightened, sense of panic when i
sever the flesh cleanly, let the blood serenely trickle on stones
no need for you to worry, understand me, so much better when i
rip your heart from your chest
then maybe i can rest, cos
now you won’t walk out the door
and i won’t fuck you, fuck you anymore
deep within the flesh there's a putrid core
hidden behind a mask like a once- locked door
somewhere in the castle there was once a way out
but all that remains is a raging doubt
free my soul – nothing left to show
free my soul – let it fucking go
free my soul – nothing left to steal
free my soul – i’m not your last meal
free my soul – nothing left to dread
free my soul – now i’ve escaped your bed
free my soul – nothing left to sell
free my soul – let me rot in hell
feel my rythym, feel my rhyme
one more fucker one more time
now the feeling’s flooding back
i need more blood i need to stab
feel my rythym, feel my rhyme
one more fucker one more time
now the feeling’s flooding back
i need more blood i need to stab
one more time now, one more time now
i’m stripped of pain, i’m stripped of pain
one more time now, one more time now
i’m stripped of pain, i’m stripped of pain
