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Torture Garden Album



2010
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Praise then darkness and creation unfinished

I am your lost lust, exuberance and joy
Passionate instincts unbridled by shame
Desire is consummation is beauty
Seeking enough or too much of life
My bounty yours as yours is mine
Forever reaching towards swirling skies

I live for the violence unleashed
Thrill of the chase
Across blasted heath
Snarling at phantoms
Baring flesh flecked teeth
As my flowing coat flails behind
Caught in the moment
Each beat is a thump
Ears prick up and smell the trees
My snout drinks in the flooding scenes
And conspiracies of fallen leaves
I and the foaming oceans are one!
I and the foaming oceans are one!
I and the foaming oceans are one!
I and the foaming oceans are one!

Mankind denies its evolution
Mab tears through grey and neon alike
Everywhere flaunting her defiance
Outliving all of their palaces
Survival of her fittest adaptation
Ever in flight, she respires in eternity

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Heaven help me...

God, I feel so lonely
Comfort me
Come down here and save
My sanity

'kay you win
I give up
On my knees
Fill me up
Take control
Of my soul
Bring me peace
Fill my God-shaped hole

Jesus, can you lend a hand
With my cross?
Lately it's become
Too much to bear

'kay you win
I give up
On my knees
Fill me up
Take control
Of my soul
Bring me peace
Fill my God-shaped hole

Holy Ghost, I'm haunted
By my fear
Overshadowed by doubt
Exorcise me

'kay you win
I give up
On my knees
Fill me up
Take control
Of my soul
Bring me peace
Fill my God-shaped hole

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I see dying people
Wracked by guilt on slick machines
Flesh riddled with religion
Disease of enfeebled dreams
A police pig in every head
Stands guard over stifled screams
Our demons will never pardon
Eden was born a torture garden

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You come strolling through sunbeams
Or striding through rain
Drops that flow downstream
Following necessity
On a date with destiny

You dance through my veins
Cascading rivers of blood
In chemical flux
Mixing your scent with the breeze
Affecting butterflies

And yet never...

The darkness of your eyes drowns
The darkness of your hair ensnares
The smoothness of your skin devours
When two exquisite paths meet
There is a place where turmoil grows

And yet never...
And yet never...

Your attraction repels me
Gripped by a shove
Thesis of my genes
Antithesis of your body
Synthetic purgatory

Sister, daughter, lover

And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...
And yet never...

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Baby it's bitterly cold outside
So come warm yourself by my fire
You may be misunderstood
But that's something I've come to admire

In spine-chilling cathedrals of frost
Through the blood-stained glass pane
They could see you shiver and shake
But cast you out all the same

I've got such sympathy for the monster
The wretched daemon seed inside of you
I've got such sympathy for the monster
For they turned and turned me into a monster too

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Some day Chris will quit his desk job
Leave the rat race far behind
Until then he'll scrape existence
In this prison they've designed

As the voice whispers in his ear...

On a sphere of sleeping beauty
Trapped beneath still icy wastes
Sacred hearts don't make a sound
Smile is frozen onto face
Cold routines of sterile duty
Blight the lives of living death

Some day Jo will flee the city
Find life in the countryside
Until then she'll choke on fumes
And the bitterness inside

As the voice whispers in her ear...

On a sphere of sleeping beauty
Trapped beneath still icy wastes
Sacred hearts don't make a sound
Smile is frozen onto face
Cold routines of sterile duty
Blight the lives of living death

Some day Paul will call the girl
Who could help him with his mind
Until then he'll prowl dark entries
Paying forty pounds a time

As the voice whispers in his ear...

On a sphere of sleeping beauty
Trapped beneath still icy wastes
Sacred hearts don't make a sound
Smile is frozen onto face
Cold routines of sterile duty
Blight the lives of living death

We put on blank façades
Dressed in white at our own wake
Regrets buzz like drunk corpse flies
Then hatch out larvae in sad sighs
I am so truly very sorry
But she's gone to a better place
There's no more tears for you my dear
Pleasure forever in the sky

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