1. |
Intro
01:10
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2. |
Contrition
03:52
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I will inflict this pain on myself
I will inflict this pain on myself
I will not let you hurt me
I do this because
I don't want to hear you say you're sorry
Don't want to hear you say you're sorry
This is my own fucking fault
OH
You have no control over me
Before
Before that happens
The caretaker will be... putting me into the dirt
The caretaker will be... putting me into the dirt
The caretaker will be... putting me into the dirt
Before that happens I will be
Pushing up DAISIES
From now on... you will see me suffer
I will let you watch me waste away
I
Will let you watch
Me waste away
This will take from the life I'm given
This will be my lifetime story
This will take from the life I'm given
This is the end
Of all misery
This is
The end of
Helplessness
This is the end of hopelessness
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3. |
Dissipation
03:48
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As I begin to become untangled..
She's got her grip on me again..
As I begin to become untangled..
Why do I let, her in my head..
I know that she's, out to get me..
And I keep letting her the fuck in..
Each time she failed me..
And I continue obsessing..
Fucking obsessing..
She takes all of who I used to be..
She seeps into my mind..
Just like the blood, in my veins..
Just like the blood, in my veins..
Next thing I know, I'm enthralled again..
She eats at my being..
As I weep..
She eats away, at my being..
My being..
She makes me feel as though I need her..
When she takes over, there is no stopping her..
She's brought me..
To my knees..
Time and time again..
I am in her throes again..
As I weep..
She's made me..
Bow to her, time and time again..
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4. |
Stranglehold
04:30
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I just can't seem to get..
This shit, out of my head..
Mindless, self-indulgence..
It seems as though..
And it appears to be..
That this will always have..
A fucking grip on me..
That this will always have..
A fucking grip on me..
A stranglehold..
A fucking stranglehold..
It sucks the life, right out of me..
Takes everything, with no remorse..
It eats away, at all my thoughts..
It eats at me, with so much force..
I can't get this shit..
Out of my fucking head..
I can't get this shit..
Out of my fucking head..
Cretinous..
Self-absorbed..
Debauchery..
Cretinous, self-absorbed, debauchery..
And it cuts me, so fucking deep..
Into the annals, of my happiness..
Indiscriminately..
It cuts me, so fucking deep..
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5. |
213
04:52
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I give my victims, a sense of comfortability..
So that they can, come with me...willingly..
I make up these liquid fabrications..
Filled with these medications..
I lure them in, and I make them feel worthy..
And by, the end of the night..
I devoid them of, everything, that they seem to be..
And I take, (take)..
oh yes I take..(take)..
Advantage of them..
I take advantage of them..
immediately..
I worship their bodies..
And I begin, to dismember them..
Through my afflictions..
I rid myself, of these torments..
I rid myself, of these torments..
Detaching their limbs..
Saving them for pleasure..
Glancing down..
I witness, my..
My new treasure..
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6. |
Human Error
02:22
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Am I living in a nightmare..
Or is this really a dream..
My eyes are open..
And I can see..
But none of this, real to me..
I walk around..
Taking in my surroundings..
Everything..
And everyone..
Is so, fucking disgusting..
Everything, and everyone..
Is so fucking disgusting..
This is my own hell..
This is my own hell..
I cannot escape..
I cannot break loose..
I cannot escape..
I cannot break free..
I've awaken from this nightmare..
Only to realize, it wasn't a dream..
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7. |
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You have taken, for granted..
This life of, excellence..
Raping and usurping..
All of the innocence..
From the innocents..
Disfigured archetypes..
This must fucking cease..
Must be brought to a standstill..
You're an expropriator..
You're an expropriator..
You're an expropriator..
You're an expropriator..
This is becoming sickening..
And quite frankly..
I hope it eats at you..
Subjectively..
You keep on destroying..
With your pestilence..
You're so displeasing..
Full of senselessness..
You've run, your course now..
For far too fucking long..
This must, fucking cease..
Must be brought to a standstill..
They overwhelm us..
They overrun us..
They overwhelm us..
They overrun us..
They are the subduer..
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8. |
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More and more
I'm feeling less important
And in the end
It's my own misfortune
As these conflicts come
They'll surely fucking go
And I will bury them
Down below
I won't allow them
To snowball and fester
I have before
It's always a disaster
Disaster
Torn... tattered
Ripped apart at the seams
Sometimes life
Is exactly as it seems
Discorded... conflicted
This is exactly
What I have depicted
Hopeless
Despondent
A disparaged life
At times it's filled with strife
Always under... this fucking duress
I am grievous and harrowed
By the demons... inside of me
I would do anything... anything
To get myself... outside of me
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9. |
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Torment ridden..
From within my fucking head..
Torment ridden..
The only thing I see is dread..
Torment ridden..
From within my fucking head..
Torment ridden..
The only thing I see is dread..
Take a step back..
Tell me what you see..
And then let me know..
If you believe in me..
I have been down, for so long..
It's hard to see the forest, through the trees..
I know there's beauty, I just can't see it..
I know there's beauty, I just can't see it..
But there will come a day..
When I..
Perceive it..
My brain, my brain it rots..
From the inside out..
These thoughts [these thoughts]..
Are something I can live without..
Someone put a hole..
Sometimes..
I wish..
I wish I were dead..
Torment ridden..
From within my fucking head..
Torment ridden..
The only thing I see is dread..
So far..
I've driven myself into this hell..
These thoughts..
Are where my mind always fucking dwells..
Walk with me through the torment and the..
Pain..
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10. |
Boundless
05:05
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When will you stop listening
To the ideas in your head
If you keep on doing your will
You will end up dead
Your mind... has been corrupted
Through the conception of your life
And you... will keep sinking
Until you fucking make things right
You are faithless
No vitality
You are feign
No spirituality
So insecure
So self righteous
Your period of existence
It is so finite
In all your... permanence
There's no fucking light
Are you afraid... to give up control
Are you afraid... of what others may think
For the time being
Temporarily
You need to let go
Of your past reality
You need to expiate
So you can extirpate
Your whole character
And why you seem so vague
You must rectify
All of your mistakes
Allow something... to lead you in the right direction
God, the cosmos... make yourself in that reflection
Never seeming to... want to change for the better
You are faithless
You are pious
You are so feign
No vitality
You are faithless
You are pious
You are so feign
No vitality
Until then
You'll be in a living hell
In your mind
Is where you'll constantly dwell
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11. |
Outro
01:46
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Flesh Of The Lotus Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
We are a 5 piece slamming deathcore band, spawning from south central Pennsylvania.
Members
Guitar -Keith Uglow Jr
Guitar -Hunter Heilig
Vocals -Dustin Henson
Drums -Brent Raudenbush
Bass -Randy Taylor
... more
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