DEVIL MUSIC

“One Last Taste of Heaven”

I’ve carried this body for miles. The sacrificed hang from the trees, withering. Covered in ash, their corpses sway. The scent of decay reeks as the embers burn. There’s a lingering pain pulsating within me. Softly weeping, I lay the angel on the wooden pyre before taking one last taste of heaven.

“Untitled”

The angels’ tears rain down from the torn, emptied bodies hanging from the chains above. Tortured souls shackled in cages, calling my name. The steel gate opens and the demons dance around me, taunting me. Caressing my body, consuming my anxiety until I’m paralyzed. The whispers grow louder. A deafening hiss fills the air. Consuming my anxiety. The steel gate opens and the demons dance around me, taunting me. Calling my name.

“Burning Hand”

Cutting herself repeatedly, she paints my body in her own blood. Bound by desire, lusting over me. A lover's embrace on this bed of nails. Under her spell, I can feel my memories fade. Her burning hand will always haunt me. Bound by desire, lusting over me. She paints my body in her own blood. It’s like I’m living in a nightmare.

“Where Angels Come to Die”

Before I rest, I pray for death, but I keep waking, nails to my face. Breath of decay. Slowly I ache. Sorrow remains. All I feel is shame. Clouds of misery. There’s something in the air. These scars are shallow. Dip your hands into the well to see through this pain. Dread surrounding, inching towards my lifeless limbs. Why won’t this end? Everything I touch falls to pieces. Each day is more painful than the last. Before I rest, I pray for death, but I keep waking, nails to my face. Breath of decay. Slowly I ache. Sorrow remains. All I feel is shame. My head in my hands, faintly weeping. Dehumanizing, breathing deeply. I push the needle into my skin, desperately trying to numb myself. Rejecting this reality, with the Body of Christ within. My head in my hands, faintly weeping. Dehumanizing, breathing deeply. I push the needle into my skin, desperately trying to numb myself. Rejecting this reality. My head in my hands. This is where angels come to die.

“Devil Music”

Frigid and pale, my hands are tied behind my back. I can hear her footsteps echoing behind me. The light glistens on my skin from the grate above. She burns me with her cigarette, guiding me with pain. And she stood there, watching, lusting. Her desire for human flesh is potent in the air. No one will ever hurt me the way you do. Her cold touch grazes my cheek before her fingers enter my mouth. Her scent is hypnotizing. Sweat pours down the edge of my back. She grabs my hair, pulling my head backward and whispers into my ear. “I want to watch you suffer.” “I want to feel your pain.” She turns around, revealing her broken wings. No one will ever hurt me the way you do.

CHAMBER OF MISERY PT. III

“Chamber of Misery Pt. III”

The floorboard creaks, one step after another. Damp from the morning fog, her skin glistens in the pale light through the window. These years of repetition, wearing thin. Despair leaks from the lining of the walls above, bringing an infinite numbness. My arms at my chest, positioning my fingers. Falling into eternal rest. Impaled by misery’s stake, at her hand. I’ve been here for days. The air thickens. As the sky falls, blending into the dirt. Breathing fades. She peels the skin from my body. To me, this torture is painless.

CHRISTFUCKER

“Intro to CHRISTFUCKER”

CHRISTFUCKER.

“The Sixth Circle”

Survivors stray, walking in strange form. The fields burn and the sky turns black. Ashes stain my hands, I want my sins erased. Pale bodies line the floor on the night of this ritual. Lured by lust, poisoned by fear. Tortured and beaten. Fog layers the ground as darkness shows its face. Walk this mile of agony and you will find God at the ends of the earth. Can you hear me now, in these dreams of sacrifice? Can you feel me now, in these dreams of sacrifice?

“Sadist”

Carve your name into my skin. The lacerations open as she drags the glass down my arm, leaving the shard stained in blood. The air grows cold. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear reality. Her tongue caresses the open wound, I feel her hands wrap around my neck. Bringing a sense of stillness, the wind passes through the broken window above as I suffocate to death.

“Fall from Grace”

My time has come, this holy moment. I cut my wrists and feed the starving souls. The angels are weeping. I descend. Mutilated from the inside out, where cruel intentions lie. You will be my sacrifice. Where were you when God took their last breath? On this fragile table of nude posed bodies, floors lined with human flesh. You will be my sacrifice. When I arrive in Hell, the demons kneel for me. Bodies fill a mass grave dug by shackled angels. Acid rain pours from the sky, washing myself of this shame. This shame I've carried, weighing me down. Weighing my life down.

“Dirge”

I remember this moment vividly. Your hanging body behind the bedroom door. The deafening sound of the train passing by, I begin to collect myself as I stare out the window. Before I grab my gun from the closet and set it on the bed, I sit for a moment. Staring into your lifeless eyes, wondering what led you to this. I can't live without you. I can't live. I put the gun in my mouth and take one last look at you. One last breath, I close my eyes.

“Bed of Ash”

The demons grasp me by the feet while the angels' hands descend from the skies above to save my soul. I find myself in limbo between a life of misery and self-sacrifice. My body decays in this bed of ash. I can finally rest, leaving my memory in the past. In this bed of ash.

“The Crucifixion”

Startled awake by the footsteps in the hallway, I look down to find my hands and feet chained to the floor below. The echo fills the room, an odd excitement. I try not to make a sound. The Devil calls my name. A shadow approaches. My body aches for pleasure. My mind aches for happiness. You can't take this from me. Steel to my bones like a hammer to a nail. A euphoric pain. Torture me the right way. My eyes open, the walls cave in. An attractive essence. A dark, brooding aura hovering above me. Light the cross and let it burn.

“Master/Slave”

Bound by chains and wire, the whip tears my back. Constantly cutting, I lay unbearably silent. The wire catches my neck as I begin to fall. Internally I bleed as I choke on my own blood. Irresistible temptation. Holding still, I grow eager. I beg for you. I live for this hateful love. The ground approaches. I hear one final sound. My body hits the floor. I'll never forgive myself. Talk to the Devil and they will appear.

“…where the suffering never ends”

Spiraling down the staircase, straight to Hell. The pain is torturous. This is my sick fantasy, where the suffering never ends. Where the ceilings constantly bleed. In this vile cold dark room. Shackled hands, chained to the wall. How do I end this right now? I bash my head into the concrete until my skull caves in. Until I'm dead inside. I want to feel this pain pouring out of my eyes. I fall to the floor. My body grows numb. Eyes wide open, here I lie alone. The room is silent, not even a sound. I'm begging for an end. Just burn it all down.

“Possession”

She turns me on my back, limbs tied to the ends of the bed frame. She holds the knife to my neck, grazing my skin. Threatening to cut me from ear to ear. Before I had time to speak, it was already clear. I close my eyes, not even a whimper. A sea of memories. A life of shame. A gloomy presence crawls from the corner. Gathering behind her. Entering her body. Tears pour from her eyes as she stares into the void. Her skin turns pale as the room grows darker. I feel her anxiety. I feel her agony. I feel her desire to find her pain a new home in me.

SPLIT w/ CHAT PILE

 “Touched by an Angel”

My mind, tortured and depraved. Dissolving. Pulsating. Tearing at the seams, walls dripping in filth. Moral deterioration. Cursed by this miserable existence. Unattainable mercy. Heads hang low from those within. If not them then who? If not me, then you. End this pain forever. The knife trembles in my hand. Endless pain forever. Will there be mercy on us? The final day has come. I embrace this agony. End this pain forever. The Devil reigns to drag me to Hell. With no fight left in me, I succumb as our world folds.

WE ARE ALWAYS ALONE

“The Second Coming”

Birth, awakening. A life spent suffering. Silence is deafening. The truth is killing me. Your name I’m calling. I must be dreaming. The sky is falling. Hope is dwindling. Will we ever find peace? Don’t drag me along anymore. The road is narrow. This-bliss-sun-sick-said mourning. The moment while counting the dead. I’m sick, sick, sick of it. We fell off the ledge. Heads blown apart, dropped like lead.

“Anesthetized”

When will I let go? My pain is numbing in the worst way. Blinded by the light. I let my fear guide me away from you. Away from here. Hopeless and afraid. I’ve reached the bottom. I’ve failed you. I grow weaker by the day. So fragile. Is this bliss or misery? I begin to claw my way out. It’s not hard to see. I’ve failed myself.

“A Tempting Pain”

As I wander through the bitter cold, my memories return for the last time. I’ve lost myself in solitude. My time is now. Into the grave. My body molds.

“It’s Already Over”

A life misled. My body, so still. The stagnant blood surrounds me. I find peace in silence. In a search for a “God”. Another state of being. I search for heaven in the ceiling, but all I’ve found is an endless sea of black. I feel myself letting go. I submit myself to what the world chose for me. My eyes roll back. The terror begins. I follow the light. There’s nothing at the end.

“Masochistic Oath”

Bathing in agony. Covered in shame. These walls cave in. Only myself to blame. Pill after pill, I prepare myself for the morning ahead. My body folds, writhing in pain. No one is here for me. Bathing in agony. Covered in shame. I listen to the running water. It fills the bathtub slowly. I am trampled by thoughts. Weighed down by memories. I lay my head still, welcoming an infinite sleep. My sacrifice for you. An endless cycle of ache. Still conscious, I am paralyzed. Eyes wide open, staring aimlessly. Water begins to fill the floor. Rising slowly, so poetically. I begin to choke, this is what I crave. I am a masochist, in my blood I bathe. Drowning in my own self-hatred, I can feel my lungs as they begin to fail. Bathing in agony. Covered in shame. This burden of living never seems to end. As I lay my body and take the devil's hand. In this holy water. In this chamber of sin. Born into filth. I die alone.

“They Want Us All to Suffer”

Bludgeoned to unconsciousness. Broken, not another word. I can barely seem to breathe. They want us all to suffer. Footsteps sound distant in the fog as my cold, pale body drags along the soil. Time seems nonexistent. Seconds feel like hours; days. The rope grows tighter around my hands. Behind my back. Pulling just hard enough to break the skin. We stop near the water. I feel the rope loosen. I lie motionless. The tape is removed from my eyes. From my mouth. To reveal the devil themself.

“Garden of Despair”

Your faith can’t save you. Your prayers, they mean nothing. You’ll never know true sorrow. What makes you so different? Rotting away. Decaying in beauty. The pain never ends in the garden of despair. The leaves drip in misery. The skies grow darker, masked with dread. These hands have never looked so pale. Rotting away. Decaying in beauty. The pain never ends. His face, motionless. Eyes open, full of grace. Staring into the void, searching for ecstasy.

“My Immolation”

The house fills with gasoline, with every memory I’ve ever known. I light the match and realize I am alone. It begins to burn. I step out for a moment and watch the sky. I think about my life and begin to cry. Breathe in. Breathe out. I close my eyes and step inside. I become one with the flames. I’ve never felt so alive. My vision fades away as I watch my skin and bones melt away and turn to ash. This is where I belong. The building crumbles and the smoke fills the air. This is where I belong.

“We Are Always Alone”

A dark path led by crippled leaves and piles of bones. At the end, a delicate pyre. An unclean, visceral feeling. Tears pour into my hands. Surroundings fade to gray. A gloom you’ll never know. Everyone has left me. At war with myself on the bedroom floor. No angel has come for me. My limbs begin to feel numb. Will you remember me? Lay the candles around me, outlining my body. I begin to feel the earth collapse. What comes next feels aimless. Everything turns white. We are always alone.

SPLIT w/ SLOW FIRE PISTOL

 “The End of Man Will Bring Peace to This Earth”

I watch as the angels fall from the sky. Everything is burning. The smoke covers the skies. Degrading. Consuming. Veins begin to pulsate. Blood fades to a pale grey. I weep at the thought that this is our reality. I'll pray for death. The devil will find me as the world burns to the ground.

SPLIT w/ SOFT KILL

“Sacrificial Rite”

The ceremony has begun. As the sun sets, the tide of blood rises. My mind will soon be at ease, knowing my time is coming to an end. Then I will know the luxury of eternal rest. Now lay the veil over my head and let me drown in my sorrow. When the sun rises, everyone will see. You'll never know my pain no matter what you choose to believe.

SUFFERING IS A GIFT

“Self-Inflicted”

The limbs burn bright on the saddest day. In the darkest night. Your torturous gaze. As the substance fills the blood in my veins, I feel myself becoming what I hate.

“Scarcity”

What does desperation bring? The purest evil shows its face. Struggling to forget the pain from the past, I've finally found myself. These minutes alone will be my last. The cycle ends and begins again. Will you forget me now? What do you believe? I believe in no one. What do you believe? I believe in nothing. Poisoned by our own human race. We are more alone than you think.

“Dissolution”

Once these eyes open, I see the reality. Trees are on fire. Streets are in shambles. The ground shakes from the constant fear. Unable to keep myself above, I shatter into the concrete. What was I? Was it worth it? I'll never know.

“Moral Decay”

In a world of ignorance. Worshiping the scripture. Paralyzed by the sickening feeling, reality and fantasy meet. Euphoric beauty. Let the needle sink into my skin. Euphoric beauty. I am born again.

“A Futile Light”

(Instrumental)

“Merciless”

Twist the knife. I just want it to end. The senseless killing, hunger, and the pain. I was sure this was certain death. I lie awake, the hours pass. The darkest corners of the mind aren't as filthy as the outside.

LET PAIN BE YOUR GUIDE

“Daymare”

Spit in the face of the corporation. Shovel away the dirt and blood. The walls of this place are much colder. They can weep at my feet. They can beg for mercy. Will you be mine when the gates finally open? Suffering for a single release. Pain only numbs me for the next time. For the last time. Plagued by fear, I lay here paralyzed. My demons are at war above me. Winner take all, I accept my fate. I become one with myself and the world around me.

“Among Friends”

Who are they supposed to trust? A coward? A fraud? I'll see you on the other side. Pull me away. Pull me under. I can't wait to be free. You're just as guilty as me. The depression flows within me, like the wind and the blood in my veins. I'd rather fight my way out. Even with a gun to my head. Another bridge burned.

“A Burden”

How's it feel to live on the edge of the knife? No consequences. We're born into this. Dull on the end. They're out to get us. I sleep the days away. Paralyzed and weighed down. No one can save us now. Shoveling away the dirt. I won't forgive you for what you've done. Without this feeling, what am I here for? You can find me digging my own grave. My faith has left me. There's no other way. I've searched for reason, but I've chosen to pay. My sins will haunt my soul until the day my memories fade away.

“Let Pain Be Your Guide”

(Instrumental)

“Your War”

This is your war. Chains around your hands weigh you down. There's nothing left. I let the waves wash over me, cleansing what innocence I have left. Enslaved. No return. The separation of torn limbs. There's nothing left.

“Chamber of Misery (Pt. II)”

Suffer.

“Life Holds Nothing”

Blinded by the throes of mankind. The gates of hell will open for me. When the last man has fallen. The gates of hell will open for me. Buried in a trench of lies. Covered in shame. You are blind. In turn it's time, as I open my eyes.

“The Hunger”

(Instrumental)

“Death Is Gentle”

The semantics don't change my position.

“Until We’re Dust”

Cheap ideals mean nothing to me. We were thrown away. Shut out and left to rot. Gazing into the abyss. I see now what you mean. I won't be chosen. I feel. I suffer. I fade. I blame you.

CHAMBER OF MISERY PT. I

“Chamber of Misery Pt. I”

Dark circles under my eyes, pulsating from the stress of life. Endlessly torturing my body from head to toe. (As my bones and dirt become one.) All lies. Embracing the pain inside, bringing my human form alive. What else do you want from me? What else could you possibly use me for? Bled dry, empty and hollow.

SPLIT w/ STREET SECTS

“The Nihilist”

Bathing in the blackest sea. Found asleep on the shore. No second chance. You sicken me. No second thought. No morality.

PORTRAYAL OF GUILT

“Humanity Is Frail”

Corruption. Your veins are filled, I can finally breathe. My veins are filled, I can finally breathe. You will always be my enemy. The past has no mercy on us. No mercy on you, only distant memory remain. No mercy on me, only distant memory remain. Into dust.

“The One”

I'll miss you when I reach the end. I'm not worried about the past. I'm married to the filth. Crawl back into the hole in which you came. What's it like to live under the rug? What's it like to have been forgotten? Don't worry me. Don't worry about me, I'm fine in the hole in which you left me in. This is how I learn to be the one.

“Mourning Ahead”

The system will always fail you as it has always failed me.