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lyrics
VERSE ONE
Hollow headed crown of thorns feeling heavy again,
All alone beside the ghost that you envy within,
Little misfit with your eccedentesiast grin,
Avoiding the emptiness as you exit the frenzy of sin,
Celebrating in a spin of self-sedating,
Cause your selflessness is helpless when your selfishness is self sustaining,
Antiquating in a symphony of infancy,
Diminishing ambitions in an instance as they fell decaying,
And fall came with illicit visions of death,
And the figments of her victims with indicas in her breath,
And the shiver from the symptoms of sicknesses in her step,
You can hear the winter wither in wickedness when she left,
Flashes from barrels,
A passage to farewells and ashes in stairwells,
I'm asking if there's hell,
And this is my prison I live in my shared cell,
With a shadow of a doubt behind a soul that I won't dare sell...
VERSE TWO
And everything was perfect,
And all those sacrifices that we made had made it worth it,
Worth the worthless words that work to worsen all my burdens,
And these serpents circling the surface circuses of curtains,
These cursed birds are perching like deserted curved diversions,
While I'm searching for the nerve I had and thirst I first emerged with,
That tourniquet is permanently turned to surrogate,
I yearn to let it circumvent the urge I get to murder it,
I'm sick of staying by these cynical youth-less,
And their inner children hanging by umbilical nooses,
In my visions where the danger isn't still an illusion,
I'm imagining the strangers that I kill and consume with,
Yeah,
It's just the usual hell freeze,
And if I had a fire inside I'd use it to melt free,
I never needed their approval to help me,
They're better looking beautiful in funeral selfies...
credits
from Unamazing Grace,
released December 19, 2018
Written by Maulskull (J. Messinger)
Produced by Maulskull (J. Messinger)
Calm and lackadaisical but never without a hint (an overdose) of melancholy. Sadistik's understated delivery sports only a shadow of the energy of earlier releases. The instrumentation, with its clean angelic vocals paired with broken piano and string chords feels like it embodies the distant observation of beauty from below that pervades the entire album. Jof
