Album/EP- catastrophe of human love

trapped in the face of our demise graphed in the date that we die walking a line we used to devide theres nothing left to fear if your not scared to die scared to die snake colored eyes dry cries slip away nights skys grey lies hypnotized by the demons spit upon the flys they dispised all along as you start to drowned drowned

We Live to die We live to die, to live suffer die We Kill to die, We fight to kill, live murder kill

Seek shelter, theyll come for you Pray to a god that doesnt exist stick us inside of the barrels womb then we peel back all of our skin, our skin i live the villain, You die the hero all thats is on your headstone youll always have family yeah, in the burial of your home home

we Live to die We live to die, to live suffer die we Kill to die, We fight to kill, live murder and kill

dont be afraid of the dark but whats in side it 

Night of the Baphomet

Mezzi Morti-Suffer Well.WAV

                                 
What you believe in,   Don't matter anymore
What you believe,   Don't matter  

it's not fun and games till someone gets hurt
Nothing ever changes beat us in the dirt
 hand us our shovels so we can dig our graves
strung out like puppets, to rot away
                                                
                                                         
Silent violence, removed eyelids  
Beyond cemetery iron  gates
Were not here,  anymore
exit assistance in existence

All your attempts become so useless
All your pain and all your sorrow
All your anger and all your hate
is waiting here for you tomorrow


blaming all the parents
 for this rejection
  take all our vengeance
      with us to heaven

What you believe in,   Don't matter anymore
What you believe,   Don't matter 

Dont Matter

This is A series of solo experimentation with one known as Jake watson,

Free To Break

My Reaper

Written for Stephan King's IT.

I <3 Derry

Dead Lights

This song is dedicated to my wonderful husband and best friend who i am fortunate enough to be writing and creating music with. I love you Kreture (Alex)

Thanks again to our friend and band mate Kryss KReaper for helping us bring this song to life!

-Mrz. Amsedel (Cristina)

Amsedel -1313

Don't, have pity for me, and i
  wont, have pity for you
  motherfucker!
    Dont, feel sympathy, or anything,
  don't play The Victim!

The Vik-tum


 pale flesh, dripping sweat
bruised wrists, bloody lips
left  breathless, defenseless
 with sinful intentions

           sun turn black, sky turn grey  
                    human love, catastrophe 
 
Shes infectious, Poisoning 
i am for you,you are for me
shes ah dream, within a dream
and it's forever Halloween    now
Halloween 
 Halloween 
  Halloween  

You can have my, bleeding heart
Share love pain cuts and scars
perfect flaws fatal attractions
 love letters written in blood

 sun turns black, sky turns grey  
                    human love, catastrophe 

Shes infectious, Poisoning 
i am for you, you're for me
shes ah dream, within a dream
and it's forever Halloween
 
 sun turns black, 
 sky turns grey  
 human love, 
    catastrophe 

Catastrophe of Human Love

ROTTEN BLOOD N VIOLENCE(1) FUll MIc W/ Kryss Kreaper

Haunting, heavy, experimental, dark, chaotic, & powerful. We have many inspirations and we use every tool necessary to bring that out in our performances and our recordings.

This project began as a need for eXpansion
using whatever tools were necessary to EXpound
the boundaries, to break the rules, to tear down
the walls, to bear witness to and communicate,
to eXcommunicate and embrace all which is life,
the chaotic visions, the landscapes and prisons,
all which binds us there; we, catapulted into the
controlled madness of fear, joys, toys and tears.

Meet The Radio Creeps: the bloody meat-puppets,
cavorting upon their strings, chains that dangle,
chains that break, musical vista's that shake and
hesitate, singing, speaking, growling, sounds/capes
that escape, as they proliferate; fulfilled, yet deprived
on the roads of Rock-N-Roll and all things adorned,
between and beneath, until their existence is marked
by a stone, by a wreath.

Come and eXperience that which is
the Radio Creeps if you have the strength,
the courage, the mind, to face the truths, the love's,
the lies that are some time’s hidden within us all....
somewhere deep inside.

Stay tuned: More sounds and noises are being transmitted from none other than the one and only (((((( Radio Creeps ))))))))