1. |
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Take my body
Take my mind
Bury me inside
A lovers body
Now watch me die
Watch me crawl inside
And create nothing from this
I have the gun up to my neck
I'm looking to undress
At the eclipse of the morning sun
All will be done
All will be done
My cock is drenched
In a mixture of saliva and sweat
I'll take this fixation to my death
As I drink away the spirit and
My self induced flesh
Enters a cold and dark emptiness
Come watch me die
Watch me crawl inside
And create nothing from this
I have the gun up to my neck
I'm looking to undress
At the eclipse of the morning sun
All will be done
All will be done
My self obsessed flesh
Enters a cold and dark emptiness
There is a softness to her breath
She's so beautiful and I wish
To embrace her but instead
I have the gun up to my neck
When I pull the trigger: death
It's the happiest moment of my existence
If you say you wish me well
And want me to live for this emptiness
Then I will likewise wish you well
As I fucking bury you instead
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We are all slaves
Digging our own graves
In church yards while the priests
Cast judgment on our beliefs
Because Christ laid down his hands and feet
So I would always fall asleep
And in this slumber suffocate
On the dirt suppressing my lungs
I'm not dead yet
I'm just trying to wake up
I'm not dead yet
I'm just trying to wake up
The gun is perched between my teeth
The cold metallic taste on my lips
Lets me go free
Lets me go free
The gun is perched between my teeth
The bullet is lodged inside of me
I go free
I go free
You turn back your eyes
There is nothing but silence
We dream of this moment all the time
It's simply a naked califaction
And it distracts our minds
From the fundamental meaning of life
That we are nothing
That we are all victims of suicide
But we are not dead yet
We are just trying to wake up
But I'm not dead yet
I'm just trying to find my gun
The gun is perched between my teeth
The cold metallic taste on my lips
Lets me go free
Lets me go free
The gun is perched between my teeth
The bullet is lodged inside of me
I go free
I go free
I know I am alive
By realizing that I am dead inside
I scream at the top of my lungs
My senses acknowledge I am alive
But I continue to drown in the emptiness
Brought by a mundane and sensuous feeling
That my sadness translates
Into transcendence
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She begs,
"taste the fire that burns underneath me"
It may scorch the flesh
But arise and dress
In Sunday morning clothes
So you can again see your sister
I speak, "Don't drag me into that darkness"
She says nothing but this…
"I'll see you in the morning"
But I am frozen in the snow
I feel the cold hem of my shirt
Caressing the back of my neck
It's so profound to live in the moment
And feel the tactile stimulation
Of a final embrace
I clench the rope in my hands
So firm, I feel nothing but this
As I step into her grave
Finally looking towards the heavens
Staring deep into the eyes of god
Declaring so fervently with my hatred…
There is no god...
There is nothing but this moment
There is nothing to live for at all
I have long surrendered to the vacancy
In my disdain for life with a longing to escape
I live in the comfort of material things
And am constantly told to get on my knees
I dwell so fervently on this sense of surrender
I would like to taste the fire
I would like to taste the fire
Fuck off, you motherfuckers
Make love with the abyss
Like you don't give a fuck
That you're hanging in a noose
Covered in your own shit
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4. |
Rebirth in a Nebula
04:55
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Space
Take my after
Life and drown it in the
Wine
And watch me die
Love, the quiet
Night
Space, Space
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5. |
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I lament for the deaf and blind
While the mute verbalize behind tired eyes
Triumphant!
As he consummates with color
An aesthetic finale and stupor
I am convinced my drug addicted savior
Reigns in victorious sleep!
As she slits her wrists and bellows to the godless
Oh, the godless sit upon vacant gallows
Tying their own nooses and in melancholy sadness
Vie for knives to break their beaks
As they stand at the pinnacle of disease
Growing the graves of humanity
From the preliminary communal seedlings
But you reign victorious!
On an Earth consuming the corpse flowers
Of mothers and brothers,
Sisters and fathers
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
We all cower at the sight of monsters...
You are like the night sky
On a cloudy day in the midst of the city
Polluted and inaccessible to me
But beautiful as you captivate my dreams
Oh, god have mercy on me
We pray to the vacancy
On our prostrate and broken knees
Breath is stolen from me
As I arrive at your murder scene
Oh, god have mercy on me!
Oh, god have mercy on me!
I can't help but feel nothing
Pure apathy and displacency
This is what death has done to me
This is what death has done to me
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Love me as I rest in a bed of
Roses as I lie naked in the
Doorway drifting off to sleep or waking
To a new life dreaming that I
Can escape into the darkened night sky
With the light of a fire burning
The wicker grave where I lie stargazing
Love me as I look into your eyes
Quiet as the shoreline returning
To the edge of a floating world be-
hind my eyes drinking liquor with her Christ
In petty chapel pews vomiting the
Porcelain lies confided in burning
Embers of a child left sinking
In the river under the world
Love me in the morning after
The excited body wanes into the after-
Life as a new creation takes the place of
God and my flesh in unison create the
Endless sphere where you only exist for a
Moment then drift and are placed upon my naked
Body underwater and we may float to another
Dawning world to drink another
Love me for a moment (baby I'm tired)
Can't you fucking hear my words protruding
Through the depressed dirt where I linger
With the footprints of a gypsy universe
Examining my corpse for gold and trinkets
Of meaningless nothing since we're dead and sinking
Exhausted waste in a bottle of brandy
That god is drinking as we're left naked, swimming...
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Fall asleep
In the midst
Of my body
With a longing
For night
To come
Encapsulate
All of my mistakes
I see no end in sight
Where are my
Friends
When the dark comes
I won't give a fuck
Nothing but
Love
Exists
Fall asleep
In the midst
Of my body
With a longing
For night
To come
Encapsulate
All of my mistakes
I see the end in sight
Where are my
Friends
When the dark comes
I won't give a fuck
Even love is a facade
Even love is a facade
Nothing but
Death exists
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8. |
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Instrumental
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9. |
Her Morning Breath
07:36
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Instrumental
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