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BURN THE PRIEST LYRICS
"Sevens And More" (1998 Best of/Compilation)
1. Bloodletting
2. Lies of Autumn
3. Salivation
4. Suffering Bastard
5. Ballad of Kansas City
6. Ruiner
7. Centipede
8. Evil Death Inc.
1. Bloodletting
Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial. Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity. Stepping the grate, shattered nerves ground down to a glass edge carrying me away. Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire. A suicide mission destined to fail, a moving ladder to climb taking me away. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
2. Lies of Autumn
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm. Step into this decay and experience dissolution. Crucified on a plank of cruelty, crucified on a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away. Immobile for the cold duration. Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.
3. Salivation
Smothered under your affection, solitude an acquisition, symbiosis turned parasitic. Now I’m starting to regret this, dying to be alone. Bleed me as I’m dying to be alone. A weight on my back a noose around my neck a clot in my veins a worm in my gut all this and more are you. Please leave me alone. I can’t breathe air from your mouth I can’t move in your embrace I need a void in my life but you’ve taken all the nothing.
4. Suffering Bastard
Shorn of apocryphal pride
The locks falls predicting strife
Cranium exposed
Denial of aesthetic
Push it a little farther
All of this burnt to ashes
All of this torn to rags
I don’t know
What the fuck have I become?
Synapses snapping
Mortality decimated
Breakdown whiskey
Shifts hate into overdrive
Realizing
It’s murder, it’s Murder, it’s murder
Murder of self so clean
I don’t know
What the fuck have I become?
Hand reaches out
Desecrates impunity
Ripping away
Foundation’s identity
Replacing with shame
Transgression mythologized
Indiscretions immortalized
Anger inflamed with dry rot
Pushing towards severance
What a bloody mess
Visit dark sites unknown
Grief lands like a ton of bricks
All of this burnt to ash
All of this torn to rags…
5. Ballad of Kansas City
I wonder what it's like to be you. Sitting there all alone. Maybe you are crying, lonesome and anxious. Give my love to my young as you and the hose become one. Sucking out the seed of my soul ripping it out of you. It shoots past you. The deed is done. You and I are still as one, I don't resent you. The bond is still strong. I cry now, fathom the union. The work shall be done. I still have my sanity, solid as stone. And I admire you...
6. Ruiner
How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come to collect the blood debts. All accounts will be dry, a binary vessel full of nothing but dust. A vicious lust for control has turned us into pawns for faceless kings, shedding rivers of blood turned the color of their filthy lucre greed. Fiscal commandments impel and we obey blindly. The fury of the sun has passed into the hands of men whose hands were already too full of abused strength and anger, of abused power. Bio-economics killing again and again.
7. Centipede
The Centipede multiplies and divides
And comes after you from every side
Faster and faster, and row by row
He slides through the rocks to get you from below!
Oh, Centipede, you can't run away
You can't run away
Away, away, away...
You can't run
You can't hide
I'm coming to get ya
Here I come!
The centipede twists and bends
The spiders are his only friends
If you can get them before they get you
They go back to the top, and they do too
Oh, Centipede, you can't run away
You can't run away
Away, away, away...
You can't get away little Centipede
I'm right behind you
Don't try hiding behind the mushrooms
I see you!
Away...
Away...
8. Evil Death Inc.
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