progressive
rock
electronic
metal
house
industrial
daddy
trying
kaetzel
Lyrics
A friendly devil – like death. Aged, masked, deceptive: hell.
“Come here, little girl.” Little; like you are – not like I want you to think you are.
Pile of automechanical metal reflecting sin; waiting for innocence
Such a darling hymen to be destroyed by our terror
Wincing
Two lips bit
One not to scream
One not to scream
Girl, this is what you are
Slut, you bare the scar (of me)
You’re the meat
For me to eat
Ouija dances – fumbling zippers. Playful, whimsy, virgin: stumble
“Little girl, this is what you wanted!” – “No it’s not, I swear!”
Pile of cultural-mechanical poison contaminating the soul water
An emotional aero-sault can – this is purezone depletion
Flinching
Two breasts grabbed
One out of instinct
One out of instinct
You thought it was innocent
Didn’t realize you were delicate (naive)
You’ll never deserve this part
It’s just a part of who you are
You set out the bait
It’s as swallowed
As you will be
A gunshot for a white lie
Ululate for injustice
Oh how I feel it too
Oh how I will destroy you
A gunshot for a black tie
I am the gentlemen by which you will die
This is the formality
Excusing morality
This is the industry
Like infant mortality
This is the moon
Is the sky
Is the sun
Is the fabric of minds
Fabric of minds in which need to unwind
Fabric of time in which seems to bind
I don’t have to wait
Your abundance is great
You’re everywhere
I don’t have to wait for you
I’ll ruin you either way
I have the power to
Whatever you want to do
Long sleeves for a razor
I am the world in which you must survive
This is the anarchy
Of plastic sexuality
And so theatrically
I’ll display it publically
But just a few care
And even fewer cry
While you just die
Between your thighs and eyes
Value placed on what a mirror can supply
Plexiglas in which reflects our lies
This is who you are
This is who we are
You’ll never deserve this part
But yours is a discarded heart