Theia is a progressive, acoustic-rock piece that closes Scandalgate's upcoming album release "For The Letter Kills". A song about despair, destruction and rebirth,

Lyrics:

She lays low
Riding on a halo 
Alone, she knows this space is just a wasteland
Fading off into the night

And lying out on the horizon
From a lover’s stone the bow is drawn
The seeds are sown and turn towards the light

She says, “Wake me, if this is just a dream 
And break me if it is required
And take me and tear me at the seams
It’s too long since I felt alive”

A bells tolls in the distance
The stars avert their eyes
But longing she waits here
With her arms open wide
In silent volition
This catastrophile
She begs to be broken
Burnt and buried alive

No passing over
Ahead turns to a swell
No Casanova
But a match made in hell

Fall into ruin and wait for the rise
This teething existence
Just cause for the child 

Mace upon the mantle
The heart falls into the cradle
Cast into the future
And wraps right around a fable 

A silent stare from a midnight’s eye 
A down to Earth reminder
Passing life is a violent game 
That lingers on beside her


Theia

"Skoomatose" is a track from Scandalgate's upcoming album release "For The Letter Kills". A catchy little track about addiction, procrastination, video games and genocide. Lovely stuff.

Lyrics: 

A bait and switch
Now the game is a chore
Just like a retracting umbilical cord
A tasty treat, release and relief
Spread the womb a little more

The next stop is only minutes away
But that one minute takes up most of my day
They say I’m free but the world is a cage
And it stops right at the shore

So I hone my inner voice
I lighten up my load
I’ll finish what you started
I’ll leave you ash and bone
And I search the sky, my belly’s never full
An excursion forth with fury
Until each one is gone

Can’t stop the end from coming I have to surmise
Embrace a cold conversation or slow suicide
‘Cause any day now, man, I’ll be cured from the perpetual sore

Swipe clean the resolution, the cheque’s in the mail
Just give me five more minutes to play out this game
Cause at night I hear her calling again from my head to give her more
The alternative’s a bore

Now empty rambles reveal the novelty’s gone
As the minutes turn to hours to days and so on
Well, I think that it’s time I eradicate all that I can

So if life’s just a loaded sum
And my death is just a waiting room hum
Well I pause. Wait. I reason out until the slaughter has begun

Can’t stop the end from coming I have to surmise
Embrace a cold conversation or slow suicide
‘Cause any day now, man, I’ll be cured from the perpetual sore

Swipe clean the resolution, the cheque’s in the mail
Just give me five more minutes to play out this game
Cause at night I hear her calling again from my head to give her more
The alternative’s a bore

A habit in denial
Reigning in a lunatic asylum
And I’ve got the cure to cleanse all this overrated sanity

Resurface with a smile
Absence suits you for a while
But I’ll be seeing you real soon
To seal your doom





Skoomatose

"Styx" is an powerful track from Scandalgate's upcoming release "For The Letter Kills". A song that about God killing kids during the passover. Bit of a dickmove - not cool.

Lyrics:

I’m a silent battery, I’m coming for you
Playing favourites is a complicated game
When I talk, man, you will listen.
I assure you that I wield a history of suffering

Kind of feels like
A weightless duty on summer’s day
You’re calling me out on a promised made
You may dive deeper than I want you to
Find that failing in a perfect jewel

Wrap tight, right around the time that I pass over
The stained door, it wept a red letter for me
Something’s going down in the air tonight

See? I’m not your enemy
Don’t paint this a killing spree
I’m just making you people see

That when I’m mad
I reference precedence
Try as hard as I might
I just can’t get it right

You take them out to answer for this wrath of will
Unspoken laws that guide my esoteric hand
To create, love
Then destroy man

Failed and fallen, his ego swells
There’s a method to this game
Just like pitting dogs in the underground
And absolving all the blame
And does his righteous hand have some fucked up plan?
Tell me, someone please explain
And if that’s your god, well then shoot me now
So I can ask him to his face


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