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Lord of Chaos
03:03
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Lord I fucking feel like you look beneath with liturgy
Lord of our gods on made thrones
Why do you look beneath with apathy
Why do you glee at eternal punishment
When its all based on fears
Why do you see these blessings as cursings
While your supposedly pure and holy
I find that your really really really really everything that’s wrong
Disobey all that is right
To be powerful with being
Foot on top of the almighty
These Gods are all about nothing
Lord Why should I worship you
Lord Why should I fear you
Lord Why should I believe in you
Lord I thought I was you
Lord I have needles and glass
All up in my skin
I felt ok, because I can be forgiven.
No matter how many shards were in,
I didn’t feel anything
The cuts didn’t surprise me cus my arms were like
they’ were crucified.
Lord Why should I worship you
Lord Why should I fear you
Lord Why should I believe in you
Lord I thought I was you (x2)
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2. |
Blood Pressure
03:30
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Blood pressure is rising
With you the heart rate is pulsing
Blood in a rush
While you feel pulse
Feels strong enough
To hold me up
Bathing with the wet snakes
While its skin is in good taste
Venom like conditioner
With tongues that always slither
Licking off blood sweat and tears
Cracking bones and frantic oh dear
Rolling back with the red eyes i feel dead
Cant really wonder whats next
Fucking up my trust issues
Can I love and trust you
Twisted lips like a knotted nerve
In these sheets we fuck and curve
Blood pressure is rising
No blood clots but I’m sensing something
Don’t need to blush cus theres no rush
Don’t give a fuck cus its more than luck (x2)
Ay can I get a grip
Why cant you stop gettin with this
Close to being anemic
While we’re getting pale
And reddish
What are you
A goddamn vampire
Always teething in my skin
Flesh is now edible
With skin sweet in purple
Cant sleep
Eyes wide open
Fucking while its 4am
Feeling like the climax
Wont be the start to the ever end
Body still shaking
Were not sleeping
Still fucking at 10am
Guess breakfast
Is sex in the mornin
Blood pressure is rising
No blood clots but I’m sensing something
Don’t need to blush cus theres no rush
Don’t give a fuck cus its more than luck (x2)
Blood flow is rushing
And all of it gushing and bleeding
And all of it is cumming and feeling
And you are still desperate and fucking (x2)
Damn fucking with this
Damn fucking with this
Damn fucking with this
Damn fucking with this
A ton of caffeine like dopamine
Into her eyes with wet lips dripping
While the room is dimmed and blackening
I see a doleful face with a blue tint this is not a dream
Sometimes this steals my derange
Clear my head to realize whats worth it again
All love all sex All ecstasy and sweets
Wont be surprised if its not meant to be
Oh Blood pressure is rising
No blood clots but I’m sensing something
Don’t need to blush cus theres no rush
Don’t give a fuck cus its more than luck
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3. |
AT Field
03:42
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This feels like a strange feeling
That feels so right
This feels like my body is melting
Am i just being nice
You feel like a special presence
I thought ill never smile
This feels like a lack of pathetic
Do I really hate everything
Like a AT field
Like a knifes comfort
Like a berserk secure
Fuck I might get hurt
Its closer to God
Man kinds greatest fear
Exactly why am i here
Hurt withdrawn i no longer fear
Wings with no feathers
Love is so destructive
But that is nothing
Holy with no protection
With no halo
Vessel of my heart and soul
Loving sadness
Loving my tears so beautiful
What if I said Im fine
That is my only lie
Loneliness while intimate
I’m useless but somewhat needed
Like a AT field
Like a knifes comfort
Like a berserk secure
Fuck I might get hurt
Like a at field
Like a sharp pleasure
Like a desire when I was a little boy
Hurt so familiar even when I’m grown
Like a AT field
Like a angel calming my nerve
Like a perfect drug
It might be true that I’m fine with this hurt
Like a AT field
Like a bite on my neck
Like a second impact
It was always dangerous
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