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Circus of the Damned
06:42
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Welcome one welcome all to this everloving fright of a fest
you've never seen a crowd so wild
they're tearing off their clothes throwing hats in the air
who ever gave a damn about style
now applause roaring out for our crew extraordinaire
gathered from the very edges of the globe
there's never been a band of freaks and monsters so aparte
what god created them I wouldn't want to know
now see our lady of the winds see her soaring through the air
they say that she was born to fly
but her parents clipped her wings so we sowed her up a new pair,
you'll see her now taking to the sky
and Mr. Membrane a very special specimen indeed
his skin is said to stretch for miles
if you give us time we'll show you
all that ever came a'crawling from dream and nightmare alike
so welcome to the show
A circus of the damned a cacophony of awe
For the sinners and those who simply need a little more
do you feel alive? We can help, simply come inside and see
The magic theatre, open now, for madmen exclusively
Now the lovely twins ethereal, so elegant and mild,
joined together by their common-beating heart
they'll dance and read your mind and sing songs long-forgotten,
and for your pleasure we will take them apart
and the gutter-clowns a trio of exuberance and fun,
they'll jump and dance now to your very hearts delight
Where they came from we don't know simply that the makeup doesn't
wash off no matter how hard we try
Now the glutton but a hideous reflection of a man
eating a thousand pounds of flesh three times a day
He keeps trying but that hunger won't be sated for a second
doomed to eat the beasts and years away
so welcome to the show
A circus of the damned a cacophony of awe
For the sinners and those who simply need a little more
do you feel alive? We can help, simply come inside and see
The magic theatre, open now, for madmen exclusively
but now ladyfolks and gentlemen we've saved the best for last
you've never seen such an extraordinary sight
he doesn't look like much, true, but what little you are beholding
is the man whom they say cannot die
they say he met the Lord himself more than 2000 years ago
and ever since he has been wandering the earth
until we swept him up and put him in our humble little show
knowing just what a man like that is worth
Now I see you don't believe me how could such a man exist
unable to be shuffled off the mortal coil
but worry not for your pleasure we will prove our every claim
I dare anyone to put him in the soil
and now, may I humbly present
our final and greatest act of God
the man who cannot die
Saint Lazarus
The carnival of souls bids you welcome on this day
To a show only the wretched may attend
So take a seat darling, lead your humanity astray
The fun never ends
We've got drinks and snacks aplenty acts from here to world's end
Scratching itches you never knew you had
Open up your mind now, and maybe if you're lucky
We'll drive you positively mad
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Morning Is Dead
05:33
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I was walking along
one chilly Sunday morning
drool dripping from the edge of my chin
the smell of Friday night still hanging in my clothes
when I came upon a man, old and dishevelled
enveloped in blankets and old newspaper sitting
on the side of the road
a look of madness in his eyes
he put a withered claw around my ankle
looked me deep in the eye
and said
Bless the morning dead and gone
the inhabitants of hell
walking zombie-like across
whatever's left of the weekend carrousel
skin dripping, eyes burning
tell your folks that morning is dead
Kill yourself every day
Wake up in the morning
With a rope around your neck
Work and play
on the edge of a rooftop
Go to bed at night
With the barrel of a loaded gun
Lodged between your teeth
Hunt yourself to extinction
Infect your wounds
With dirt and grime
Run headfirst into walls
And sleep where the tide comes in
Eat only salt and cyanide
And fuck
In spiders' nests
And beehives
Kill yourself every day
And always leave a note
To remind yourself in the morning
That yesterday you died
And today
You die anew
Bless the morning
Dead and gone
the inhabitants of hell
walking zombie-like across
whatever's left from the weekend carrousel
skin dripping eyes burning
tell your folks that morning is dead
under the neon lights of a magic theatre
a stranger approaches
carrying himself like a silken sheet
blowing through the humid midnight air
as if expending no effort
he looks at you
with eyes like the nests of a recluse
and takes your hand in his
a cool cat, he calls you, drunk like a glass of water
offering you strange dreams packed
in white crystal
you forget his name before he has even spoken it
but you know him just as well
before long
your skin starts sloughing off
a myriad of tensions let go
as you speak
and he reaches for the scruff of your neck
with his slight and feminine paw
looking deep into your eyes
saying
tripping is often literal
watch your step
Bless the morning dead and gone
the inhabitants of hell
walking zombie-like across
whatever's left of the weekend carrousel
skin dripping, eyes burning
tell your folks that morning is dead
tell your folks that morning is dead
tell your folks that morning is dead
tell your folks that morning is dead
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Synodus Horrenda
05:34
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Now you got a good look at redemption
tell me what do think, see, feel
deus ex machina running on empty
The sword of the church's gotta run through me
See the fella with the hat in the corner
sucking on his thumb got the fear put in him right
Got them simoniac blues in order
He ain't sleeping dreaming daggers in the night
Formosus, brother mine
What're you doing in that chair, old boy
'tis a farce, don't you know
You ain't in charge no more
Three fingers given to the Synodus Horrenda
drug through
The streets of Rome
We're under whore's rule
We're under whores rule
Pornocratic paranoia baby
Got the old bastard dug out the ground
Heresy gold and simony maybe
We got enough salvation to go around
Power corrupts but the lord forgives
Some say the rock can't take no more
Basilica burning, behold
I am Peter, my shoulders adorned
Apostolic purified graceful bestowed
In my hand I carry the sword of Christ
Three fingers for your sins I'll take
Look upon me sanctifically glorified
The sentence is just, damnatio memoriae
Pornocratic paranoia baby
Got the old bastard dug out the ground
Heresy gold and simony maybe
We got enough salvation to go around
Power corrupts but the lord forgives
So, guilty! So, remains I punish guilt!
He is unpoped, and all he did I damn:
The Bishop, that ordained him, I degrade
Depose to lays those he raised to priests:
what they have wrought is mischief nor shall stand
it is confusion, let it vex no more
As I revoke, annul and abrogate
All his decrees in all kinds: they are void!
Now,
Strip me yon miscreant of those robes usurped,
And clothe him with vile serge befitting such!
Then hale the carrion to the market-place:
Let the hangman chop from his right hand
Those same three fingers which he blessed with;
Next cut the head off once was crowned forsooth:
And last go fling them, fingers, head and trunk,
To Tiber that my Christian fish may sup!
Pornocratic paranoia baby
Got the old bastard dug out the ground
Heresy gold and simony maybe
We got enough salvation to go around
Power corrupts but the lord forgives
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X
04:29
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Twelve long hours it's been
Since this extravaganza of recreational self-poisoning
Took its first baby steps
Into a strange and unfriendly world
Unwilling to welcome anything but
The most vicious of venoms
Known to man
My insides are soaked
In gin, primarily
And droplets have begun to form
On the roof of my belly
Coalescing into great streams and rivers
Of self-loathing and piss
Running through rusty pipes and into leaky tanks
Resting in the deep end
Mixing and matching
We practice
Liquids and solids
Little blue baby bells
Rolling around in lakes of
Bright green acids and fermented local produce
Dissolving into nothing
Sending tiny sparks of phosphorescent electricity
upwards and inwards
Opening those floodgates that are
Never quite locked
And may the gods look faithfully upon us
As we stumble and fall
Along dirty footpaths
Beaten into well-fed soil
And we love
Not brilliantly, elegantly, beautifully
But in empathetic excorsisms
Regurtitating bucketfuls of
dirty rotten sacraments down eachothers throats
Refuse of care
Grotesque and emaciated
Muscular jaws gnawing at thin air
Thick tongues slapping dry, red lips
Over and over and over
And over
And something nameless comes tumbling down
In fat chunks
Hitting the ground with a thundering crash
And we wake up
In the dim hours of the afternoon
In pools of vomit and thoroughly crushed cigarette butts
And as my skin crackles and burns
And the last few molecules of dopamine
Fizzle out and die
In deep byzantine grooves
Carved on the inside of throbbing skulls
I look in the mirror
And see this strange, wounded animal looking back
From widened bulbuous pupils
Dried up snot and mucus
Halted midcrawl on the side of its face
Spiderleg fingers shaking with the afterburn
And I think
Fuck man
I should do ecstasy more often
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5. |
Eschatological Blues
05:40
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They say the time of man is over
they say we've run our course
we're living on borrowed time
running from the sunset
cashing chips we don't got
and everything we ever stood for
has gone and turned to shit and dust
we'll see kings fall like pawns and towers crumble
tune in for the age of rust
the revolution will be televised!
mondays and friday nights at ten
4k HD bloodshed and terror
frightening the hearts of lesser men
We do not fear the coming darkness
we only wish to watch and learn
there's a certain dirty instinct
to lay back and let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn
Kill everyone now
Condone first degree murder
Advocate cannibalism
Eat shit
A beast is rising from the ocean
they say to call it by its name
a silicone creature of latex and chrome
bringing sexy to the end of days
some call us pre-eschatologic
say we are panicking in vain
there's a beauty to destruction like Shiva in the dark
dancing the world away
we've exchanged currency for beauty
wearing tidal waves in gown
volcanic ashes draping over
aestheticizing eschaton
We do not fear the coming darkness
we only wish to watch and learn
there's a certain dirty instinct
to lay back and let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn
Kill everyone now
Condone first degree murder
Advocate cannibalism
Eat shit
Good morning America, and welcome to this special emergency broadcast from your friends at DBDC News. My name is Apeshit Eattherich, and we have just received some really exciting breaking news: it seems the Earth, known also as the world, the small blue/green planet on which we live and thrive, is going to end. Yes, folks, it is Armageddon, and we here at the DBDC news team are gonna be with you through it all. Now, no one is entirely certain why the world is ending, or what exactly is going to happen in the coming hours, but there is absolute agreement from both sides of the political spectrum on one fact: we are all going to die. Expect ashes raining from the skies in the north east, rivers of blood running through the streets, and sinners waking from the dead to claw the skin off your bones. It's gonna be exciting, that much I can assure you. Now, I've taken to the streets to ask some of this nations good people what their thoughts are. I'm standing here with a young man, Lazarus. And Lazarus, the end of days, the day of reckoning and the coming of Armageddon - what do you think?
Let it burn, let it burn
let it burn, let it burn
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Saint Lazarus Copenhagen, Denmark
SAINT LAZARUS is a four-piece project of hypnotizing post-punk, combining cabaret, heroin blues and beat poetry in a smoldering chaos of circus and sound. Centered around the tale of the undying Lazarus, the group is a storytelling project brought to life through poetry and theatrics, with man's innermost darkness as their musical driving force. ... more
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