Pre-Production sampler of a new song from upcoming album "As All Light Leaves Her"

Shining Hollow (Rough Pre-production Demo)

The Agony Courses Through My Veins (Rehearsal Recording 6.7.14)

MAD GIRL'S LOVE SONG

1

i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
i lift my lids and all is born again.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)
(i think i made you up inside my head.)

2

the stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
and arbitrary blackness gallops in:
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

3

i dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
and sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)
(i think i made you up inside my head.)

4

god topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
exit seraphim and satan's men:
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

5

i fancied you'd come back the way you said,
but i grow old and i forget your name.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)
(i think i made you up inside my head.)

6

i should have loved a thunderbird instead;
at least when spring comes, they roar back again.
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)

-- Sylvia Plath


bubbleGum pu$$y - [MAD GIRL'S LOVE SONG] PERCUSSION PHRASE MASTER

(Verse I) 
These Misconceptions 
Have led me to this negative state 
I hear her calling 
But I'm tied down to the torture stake 
If I look back 
I see the tragedy and waste 
Perfection ripped away from you the moment you get a taste 
And in the purple 
I stick my tongue in her mouth 
Her emptiness limitless and hollow throughout 
As desperation fills my heart in this tomb 
She licks her lips and sucks the poison from my wounds 

(CHORUS x2) 
Distorted fixtures 
Illuminate encrypted shades 
Her silhouette contorting 
Broken picture frames 
Synapse explodes with images of her face 
No discretion for emotion 
I lay it all to waste 

(Verse II) 
Fragmented faces 
Shattered mirrors on the floor 
Like your deception 
All reflections are obscured 
Sharp transitions cut through porcelain like flesh 
Disassociative symptoms
Her body made of glass 
The pixels fade 
Increase the rate of decay 
Her eyes roll back 
She bows out of the play 
I'm left alone in this stale arid room 
Bleed out the red and purple fades to blue 
(repeat CHORUS)

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