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Underking
03:33
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Could you be a friend and
Hook me up with some vicodin I swear
I’ll pay you back I swear
I’ve got your back I swear
It's not for me it's for my girl she’s
Hit her head and not feeling well
Do you know what it means to
Bleed out
And today it’s Rome
and tomorrow Berlin
Rise thy Underking!
Rise!
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Bootleg Blood
02:46
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Two spider eyes and a dead man’s leg
Bootleg blood aging in a skin keg
Frost hex and secret anthropomancy
Scream this spell into the sky like a banshee:
I am one with the atom bomb
I am one with the brimstone’s song
Being one with the plasma hounds
Being one with the pagan sound
I feel like a hellion
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3. |
Teenage Satanist
02:42
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I was a teenage satanist
I wore the crown of arrogance
My lips dripped with pestilence
I had a dog named avarice
I was a teenage satanist
You couldn’t tell me anything
I wasn’t no one’s chump
Chemical. Worship.
I had rock-stone belly
And a funeral thirst
I was a teenage satanist
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4. |
Scorpion Mother
03:45
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All hail the scorpion mother
Crawl her back or be discovered
Claws that never let go of you
A promenade, I do
Navigate by starlight
Connected by arclight
With the world that birthed you
Starving might consume you
All hail
Orgasms in my confession booth
Broken cherry fingernails the guide the youth
Infants trapped in a dead meat map
Madness for two folie à deux
Navigate by starlight
Connected by arclight
With the world that birthed you
Starving might consume you
All hail the dead scorpion mother
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I’m not enough, I’m losing hope
I hit my knees and bow down to the god of dope
I’m bleeding out, I sold my wings
I don’t remember asking you a goddamn thing
Sick of it
My horns are out, I gored the Host
And to the hoofen ones I rise and make this toast
I’ve given up, no one to blame
I’m making fire in the land of endless rain
Sick of it
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Gorelord
03:52
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That Death’s a cold son of a bitch who owes me money
Just goes to show you can’t trust dealers these days
There’s a place in the desert where our world connects with theirs
Reunited in the badland’s grave
Stoned forever at the funeral rave
I have seen it. Two worlds.
I have arrived at the Gorelord’s door
Once and for all to settle the score
I’m released
That Death’s a cold son of a bitch who owes me money
Just goes to show you can’t trust demons these days
If it’s a condition and not a curse
Then who cut the breaklines on my hearse
Is it chemical this sadness
Or is it spiritual this madness
Or is witchcraft
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Apple Eaters
04:21
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Outside they bathe in the light
Worshipping the terror in the sky
I don’t understand them and
All their goose stepping in common time
Bunch of apple eaters they’re
In love with their flesh and rhyme
I set heartbreak hotel on fire
And laughed as they ran
Liberation is my name
I will steal it back now that I know
It's a nice dream to have of you above me
It's a nice fairytale a sun below me
Do I speak blasphemy? Very well then
Tie me to the stake fire won’t burn itself
The light that you search for is
The light that you’re searching with
I have tasted angel meat
It tastes just like everything that I know
It's a nice dream to have of you above me
It's a nice fairytale a sun below me
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8. |
Night Spikes
04:40
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Murdering royalty
Is my only fucking birthright
The torch lights the path that we march at night
I wanna see them all tied up
To the mast of the triple six dreadnaught
I got a spiritual sickness
I didn’t kill god but I killed the witness
The king has met his match
He’s got an itch on his neck
That only a dagger will scratch
They want mountain air
But they’re afraid of heights
They want a metaphor
How about a knife fight
Heads of authority hang decoration
Total fucking freedom is my declaration
Don’t invite me to your nightlife shit
The clubs I like got spikes through it
Your god’s a terrorist
I leap from the parapet
I’m severing the trinity cus I am the cerberus
Seven heads and ten horns
Scarlet beast carved in blasphemous names
I’m sniping from the hip enthralled with pain
No more a spiritual sickness
I did kill god and I fucked the witness
So don’t invite me to your nightlife shit
The clubs I like got spikes through it
All beasts have but one name
So pick your deceiver
Just know when your time comes
I’ll be your usurper
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Victim Stage Left
04:05
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I came across three ravens blocking
My only path
I’m playing with my innards again
So I can feel warmth
From the hole in his stomach he unspools
A lonely thread
I don’t mean to play the victim
But I have been stabbed
I can feel my life slip
Suck it up
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Wing Clipper
04:23
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The taste of blood has brought me back here to this pattern
Familiar pieces of a friendship lay here scattered
I draw a knife across my face just to get your attention
And god I hate how you remind me that I’m human
You’re my wing clipper
I’m you’re confidant
Maybe if I act sad enough you’ll come back to me
Maybe if I stab deep enough you’ll crawl inside of me
And I hate the cold eclipse from your back turned
And I hate you snuffed me out for a new lantern
And I hate that you can still dance around me
And what I hate most is that I still need this from you
You’re my wing clipper
I’m just your little confidant
Maybe if I feel sad enough you’ll come back to me
Oh I need to be you’re most everything
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Grave Dirt
03:14
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No body move and nobody gets hurt
Afraid of love so we’re sniffing grave dirt
Why do Christian boys have all the fun
All these drugs make it hard to cum
I blacked out and I came to and I
I did the thing I swear I’d never do
I was drunk driving down the memory lane
And I’m taking love as needed for pain
I am the zeitgeist of the bastard snake
and I inhale their fumes and I ignite
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12. |
Lover Boy
03:47
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I’m in love with my dope dealer
Stripped to my bones
My core belief is fear
Raw and crawling
Weak and weeping
Forlorn pin of light surrounded
Hiding in the afterbirth of love
Turn away my lover boy
Didn’t you check for hoofs my lover boy
Hear me
You don’t want love you want hostages
Children don’t know how to use venom
Play is practice for your first murder
I will blame you for what I have done
My lover boy turn away now
It's not like the movies
You’re just a stupid fucking junkie you lover boy
Its not like all those stupd fucking movies you absorbed
Turn away now
I’m sick of playing your role lover boy
Inhale
And maybe one day I will be your lover boy
And you can kill me
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13. |
Crestfaller
03:41
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I should have known with the tarot cards I had
Celtic cross reading that I’d go mad
Slow to grow slow to let go
All I have now are dreams where you scream no
And in these dreams I bend her over sinister
She disappears before I can finish her
I awake in the charnel grounds to the
black witch and her moaning sounds
The coven howls as I raise up her skull
Their serpent tongues start chanting babble
I spit on myself and call it ran and I
Drew your sigil but you never came
These songs are about lonely nights
It's a guise, meanwhile
All the scripture have lied to me
Hear the birds sing tragedy
I’m stuck in bed with your specter
Floats above me a hell projector
Oh oh how low can the psyche go
Kissed a pipe underneath the mistletoe
Crestfallen and I can’t get up I’m
Drinking lithe from a foil cup I’m
Snorting lines of angel ashes
Applauding fatal car crashes
Deny my soul its perfect freedom
It’s just more fun to be a demon
Lose, lose, lose, lose
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14. |
Life Clipper
02:25
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15. |
Cannibalism
04:36
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Oh lord, I have come across
the most evil thought one could be alone
Long enough to turn from life
I had the most evil dream there’s no trajectory
Cannibalism
I enjoy the taste of my carnage
I enjoy the taste of flesh
I enjoy the feeling of my carnin
I enjoy nothing
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Let's establish a baseline: suffering
Let’s establish a direction: degrading
Let's establish a reason: nothing
Yet the flower on the mountain blooms
And there was never really anyone there
And I believed everything I felt
And I believed it all disappeared
And that is why it all disappeared
And there was never really anyone there
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Thief Los Angeles, California
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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