Dogmatic (Save Me)

Now I don't know if the words can heal you
there's something cold in the dark inside
I feel a hand resting on my shoulder
I feel the light taking over me

and what is my solution
and what is my regret
this bloody prostitution

I feel the Hills of crimson fire
I feel the crimson Hills of fire
the sober me can't see the angels
that's why I'm not meant to be, all for nothing

the mirror sings in this strange religion
the corpses build towards the mountains
the valley holds a familiar silence
the ends are cold and grey


and what is my solution
and what is my regret
my bloody constitution, prostitution

I feel the Hills of crimson fire
I feel the crimson Hills of fire
the sober me can't see the angels
that's why I'm not meant to be, all for nothing

the Moth.
I can't hold it anymore
all for nothing 

Now I don't know if the words can heal you
there's something cold in the dark inside
I feel a hand resting on my shoulder
I feel the light taking over me

and what is my solution
and what is my regret
this bloody constitution

I feel the Hills of crimson fire
I feel the crimson Hills of fire
the sober me can't see the angels
that's why I'm not meant to be, all for nothing



The Hills Of Crimson Fire (Sober Me)

Lyrics

 She's got eyes just like her father
Blood clot symphony, a sinister glare
Because the crowd loves a martyr
She's got a gun in her mouth and a pitiful fear

I wonder if she found a home
It's not like it's easy to come back from hell
She's done nothing wrong but wants to atone
Like God isn't the one who hates the angel that fell

It's such a pretty violence
Oh it's a pity that she's a whore
Feels better in the silence
I wish I fucking knew nothing anymore

She's got legs covered in cuts and bruises
We all have vices, but nobody cares
She can't bring herself to shoot it
would find her corpse it just isn't fair

I wonder if she ever found a home
Coming back from hell ain't easy
She wants to atone, but has done nothing wrong
God she hates this feeling


It's such a pretty violence
Oh it's a pity that she's a whore
Feels better in the silence
Because no one hurts her more


She's in a void
She's in a pitch black ocean


It's such a pretty violence
Oh it's a pity that she's a whore
Feels better in the silence
I wish I fucking knew nothing anymore




A Girl Who Never Found A Home

Lyrics

I don't know if you want me
Because I am bolts and wires
Synthetic delicacy
My eyes are made of fire

I don't know what I am
Human machinery

You can't get under my eyes
If I tear em out
Amen to the wonderful high
Synergy of now

A sin in a pitiful flame the
Hills of crimson fire
Corrupted elegantly
Your such a fucking liar

I don't care what I am
Human indecency

You can't get under my eyes
If I tear em out
Amen to the wonderful high
Synergy of now

My synergy… 
My synergy of now
I see Angels with a digital smile
What once were fables now are pitiful lies

You can't get under my eyes
If I tear em out
Amen to the wonderful high
Synergy of now









You Can't Get Under My Eyes, If I Tear 'Em Out

lyrics

hope doesn't feel so real when her head keeps pounding like an atom bomb

God doesn't seem to feel, keep polishing the throne he is sat upon

she's covered in a mist of flowers and swine
a colorless crucifixion

The angel has no wings
these pills keep her growing so mechanical
her savior loves to sing
she wishes that she was organical

oh doesn't it feel so much like the terror doesn't exist
but don't you let go so tightly between your fist

she's covered in a mist of flowers and swine
a colorless crucifixion

The angel has no wings
these pills keep her feeling so mechanical
her savior loves to sing
she wishes that she was organical

she's not holding back no more
she's not holding back no more
dirty skin from her past no more
nobody wants a whore

the belt is made of steel, she flinches at the sight of her mother
this hell is so unreal, just like the sensations of others

she's covered in a mist of flowers and swine
a colorless crucifixion

The angel has no wings
these pills keep her feeling so mechanical
her savior loves to sing
she wishes that she was organical

she's not holding back no more
she's not holding back no more
dirty skin from her past no more
nobody wants a whore





The Angel With Mechanical Wings

Gnashing Of Teeth

Chronic Feelings of Emptiness (Her Skin)

lyrics

Your Children love to see
The taking of her eyes
It’s such a pretty kind of violence

The smell of ash and blood
A blessing in disguise 
Abomination of a nihlist

Our lives are white and sober
Put a little faith in dope

cuz I guarantee I will never hear a word that you will ever say when you say my name

but doesn't it hurt more than you thought 

I never could be your favorite
Its such a pretty kind of violence

you wanted so badly
to make me what I am

Our lives are white and sober
Put a little faith in God

because I guarantee I can't hear a word that you will ever say

it hurts so much worse than you thought

this is just the beginning, the beginning of what I like to call, gnashing of teeth.



A Pretty Kind Of Violence

Lyrics -

Your life is priceless
My love, I've never felt like this before
And now I've got a bullet in my head
you could've saved me, you understand

A silver tongue and an angel's smile
They made us walk on a miracle needle

When you look at me, I get this strange sensation
Like my head is on too tight

I think I love you, 
My love, I've never felt like this before
And now I've got a bullet in my head
I wonder if you ever said

A silver tongue and an angel's smile
They made us walk on a miracle needle

When you look at me, I get this strange sensation
Like my head is on too tight
Look at me, I get this strange sensation
Like my head is on too tight

They call us abominations, but this love is just too real.

Your life is priceless
My love, I've never felt like this before
And now I've got a bullet in my head
I hope one day you can understand

A silver tongue and an angel's smile
They made us walk on a miracle needle

When you look at me, I get this strange sensation
Like my head is on too tight
So look at me, I get this strange sensation
Like my head is on too tight

Butterflies In My Stomach

New Model No 15 (Marilyn Manson Cover)

Lyrics

The only thing that stays the same is this feeling of despair
I don't want to believe in a God that doesn't believe in me

Repulsive, I'm so repulsive to you

Despair is a sculpture burning, American hate in its prime
I can't stop all the hurting, repent tonight
Don't you love me?

The only thing that gave me power was a little bag of dope
And I don’t believe in happy endings

Repulsive, I'm so repulsive to me

Despair is a sculpture burning, American hate in its prime
I can't stop all the hurting, repent tonight
Don't you love me anymore?

Despair Is An Art Form

Why are you falling for me
I’m just a rockstar stuck in a binge
I pray to god on my knees
I’m just a girl with unusual friends

Fuck Me like a rockstar
I am your popstar

I think I wanted to be
An angel 
An angel
I never wanted to be
Entertainment
Entertainment

The sky is falling again
I’m just a rockstar in a nightmare
I am a product of sin
Keep going, right there

Rockstar, Rockstar

A melody raised from the ashes
 my hehearteats when I’m dead

A symphony made from detachment
I had to say what I said

I can’t pretend like I’m not a machine

Like this skull of mine’s not a cage

I can’t pretend to be perfect
It’s just  not worth it

A genocide straight from the martyr 
I thought that I was safe

I can’t provide anything but
At least I know I’m me

Pretend

Beware The Serpent

The plastic is cracking 
solar love
In the end of the universe 

cuz I can't live without you 
let's make a blood pact, 
in the end of the universe 

I don't exist 
The way the serpent wants me dead 
take me tonight 

if you're needing me tonight 
then paint me like a ghost 
I want you, oh I want to go home

they say I'm an abomination 
I need an angel 
at the end of the universe 

cuz I can't breathe without you 
let's make a blood pact 
at the end of the universe 

I'm taking form
Misery, Misery 
Take me Tonight 

The plastic is cracking 
solar love
In the end of the universe 

cuz I can't fucking stand you 
let's make a blood pact, 
in the end of the universe 

Paint Me Like A Ghost

When I'm wrapped in gold. We will all suffer
I am the ghost in the machine 
When I'm covered in eyes. Angelic murder
False prophet in the Machine 

Crown of the dead
I am a pseudo soul
Cunt full of led
When I am wrapped in gold
My selfish needs
Even my love went cold
The devil loves me
When I am wrapped in gold

When he is revived. We will be an exit
A number all you'll ever be
Fill my lungs sex is too excessive
You all will die my flock of sheep

Machine Gun
A Digital Christ 
Delusions
Fake hope

Ghost In The Machine (Digital Salvation)

I wear a noose around my neck like some kind of pacifist
I swear this country wants to see me dead
I wish the music was everything that this sadness is
I swear to god I wish I hadn't said

I would pay any price to make this feeling fucking standable
I can't pray for life, I wear a smile even though I'm miserable

Her skin it feels like fire 
I never wanted this

I put the blade against my skin like some kind of masochist
I swear my brain wants to see me dead
Some nights I wish I died a teenage martyr
Swear to god I can't get out my head

Her Skin

Lyrics (Satisfied) 

Verse 1 - 

What kind of world do we live in, Where children deserve to die?
Another soul struck down in your name.
The only way to be a new savior, blaspheme thy holy saint (Yeah)
I’m not mechanical, I am not make believe 
I don’t believe in the plastic of thy heart

Pre Chorus -

A river falling into paradise 
Ignorance is bliss
Another reason I’m terrified  	
I dip my head in a mirror to make you cum inside


Chorus - 

Hit me a million times, if it will make you satisfied
My lingerie, my erotic design, i was programmed to make you satisfied


Verse 2 - 


We beat the vibrant children, when jesus was hung a man
Now all I see is machinery, these fake plastic feelings
The only way to be a new savior, to blaspheme thy holy saint
I’m not mechanical, I am not make believe 
I don’t believe in the plastic of my heart

Pre Chorus 2  -
A river falling into paradise 
Ignorance is bliss
Another reason I’m terrified  	
I dip my head in a mirror to make you satisfied 

Chorus 2  - 
  

Hit me a million times, if it will make you satisfied
My lingerie, my erotic design, i was programmed to make you satisfied


Bridge - 
To pass the time with a needle in my poker face
It helps me feel like I am unreal
To flash a smile with a halo full of novacaine 
It helps to numb the constant burning
 
Verse 1 (Repeat) - 

What kind of world do we live in, where children deserve to die?
Another soul snuffed out in your name.
The only way to be a new savior, thy blaspheme thy holy saint
I’m not mechanical, I am not make believe 
I don’t believe in the plastic of my heart

Satisfied (Blaspheme, Thy Holy Saint)

The lake of fire isn't far from here
I think it's the fourth layer
They make me get until I'm almost there
Eternal chastity a make-believe violent bliss

Time Moves fast in my cell
 no master slave to a fetish
I'd be a devine hell
There's can't be hatred in heaven 

I remove the part of me that wants to be 
Afraid of becoming a higher being 
Even If it means you have to cum in me
Deflowering the angel inside of me 

Your fake empire is a mound of ashes
People worship torture
You make me get until I'm almost there
Eternal chastity. You take from me a silent kiss

Time Moves fast in my cell
 no master slave to a fetish
I'd be a devine hell
There's can't be hatred in heaven 



Deflowering

The edge of a razor

It’s filling the fountain up with doubt

And I wonder what they scream for

You gotta answer to me

Repentance



I’ve gotta target on my back

They say the fallen angel is me



The end of an era

When I have become your angel 

And I wonder what they scream for

A dirty reflection

I can’t even look at myself

And I wonder what I scream for

You gotta answer to me

Repentance



I’ve gotta target on my back

They say the fallen angel is me

But I refuse to submit to a tyrant

They say the fallen angel is me




“Did it really used to feel so real? It's so painful…”




The edge of a razor

It’s filling the fountain up with lies 

And I wonder what they scream for

You gotta answer to me

Repentance



I’ve gotta target on my back

They say the fallen angel is me

But I refuse to submit to a tyrant

They say the fallen angel is me




They Say That The Fallen Angel Is Me

I - “Skinless”

I walk among the living with my skin flayed
There is no God in the lake of hell
I wrapped all my self pity in my lingerie
There is no salvation for me

I lost everything that made me holy
My Christ held on to a digital name

I walk among the righteous so filled with hate
There is no God in the lake of hell
I wrapped all my self pity in my lingerie
I want to see you burn like me

I lost everything that made me holy
My Christ held on to a digital name

You will walk among us skinless, my paradise


________________________


II - “A Nation Under God”


I want to bury you, The Nation Under God
When they rip me apart will you take my ashes to a new religion?

He wants to see me dead
But he made this person

A victim of the firing squad
A precaution of safety
This pretty kind of violence

When the world hates you it eats me alive, I'm not gonna die tonight.

________________________________________________________


III - “The Abbey Of Thelema”


"Violence is a horrible thing, violence is a horrible thing,"  (In Reverse)

I want you to be mine tonight
The screaming we do...
Why do we hate each other
Dying in a high on a saturday night

"Is this The abbey of Thelema? Alister i got a question.
I cant fathom or believe it, is this hell or is this heaven?
Yeah  said it i don’t mean it, im not holding confession .
I'm not passive im not jesus, i’m an m1911."

Was I really born to die like this?

"Is this The abbey of Thelema? Alister i got a question.
I cant fathom or believe it, is this hell or is this heaven?
Yeah  said it i don’t mean it, im not holding confession .
I'm not passive im not jesus, i’m an m1911."

Skinless (The Abbey Of Thelema)

 Do you want to commit the ultimate sin, blasphemy?

Such a degeneracy, so make-believe, why do you degrade her”



Lupercalia, 

The blood and the seed of the day, I never asked for anything at all

I think I’m ready to die tonight.
  
Isolated, I've spent half my life dying,  fighting forward.


I’m no angel, I don;t think I’m an angel

This agonizing lashing  
The blood around my temples
I wear this crown like I’m some kind of freak 
You can't save her from herself 
 	
Lupercalia, the blood and the seed of the day
We are Martyrs of your God 
And we are your concubine
Lupercalia,  a degenerate burning alive 

*Everything, I want to see everything turned to ashes”

“Baby, do i look pretty violated?”

Violated, my hope was annihilated, 

The crying of an iron maiden, 

a violence that turns me on


There is a shadow behind my feet

Clicking of heels, sex appeal 


Jesus what the fuck am I?
 Jesus Christ, I ask you why, 
I  am walking in suicide.
Trapped inside this cell of mine.

Jesus what the fuck am I? Christ , I ask you why
I  walk a living suicide.

Lupercalia, we are your concubine
 a degenerate burning alive 

*Everything, I want to see everything turned to ashes”

You taint my blood with violence. The Angel falls apart. Ravish me…





Lupercalia

Lyrics -

I dance in a daisy chain tonight
Am I vulgar? VIolent?

Do you hate me?
There’s nothing you can do to save me…
At the edge of paradise.

You make me feel like i’m burning
The agony will eat me alive
Schadenfreude, is why you throw the stone at me

Epicaricacy.
I’m starting to see the tragedy, 
the melody in cries of anguish.
There’s something so pretty about it. 		

When I die will you desecrate my corpse?
Was I sexy, bleeding?

Do you hate me?
There’s nothing you can do to save me…
At the edge of paradise.

You make me feel like i’m burning
The agony will eat me alive
Schadenfreude, is why you throw the stone at me

Epicaricacy.
I’m starting to see the tragedy, 
the melody in cries of anguish.
There’s something so pretty about it.

 I'm scared of my own shadow, but I’m not afraid of death
You're my enemy, I don’t want anything other than your annihilation.

“I’m dying, will you join me?”
Better to rule over hell than to serve in heaven.
I am the whore of babylon

I dance in a daisy chain tonight.
I’ve got the devil behind me.

Do you hate me?
There’s nothing you can do to save me…
At the edge of paradise.

You make me feel like i’m burning
The agony will eat me alive
Schadenfreude, is why you throw the stone at me

Epicaricacy.
I’m starting to see the tragedy, 
the melody in cries of anguish.
There’s something so pretty about it. 		

Do you love me?
You said you'd do anything.
There's something so painful about it.



There's Something So Pretty About It

  I spit, like an angel of sex.
The gnashing of teeth.
I got an apple in my vocal cords.

Spit and bile?
Why don't you come to me?
There is no such thing as paradise?
We all end up alone

Nasty, my pornography so heavenly
Spit and bile.
Entertain the crowd that wants to see you dead.

Do you wanna make a blood pact baby
Our romance is blasphemy.
Mechanical, beautiful.

Everybody's a queer to someone else.
My body is a temple, consume me.

Nasty, my pornography so heavenly
Spot and bile.
Entertain the crowd that wants to see you dead.

I need you to watch me burn…

Spit and bile?
Why don't you come to me?
There is no such thing as paradise?
We all end up alone

Nasty, my pornography so heavenly
Spit and bile.
Entertain the crowd that wants to see you dead.






Spit and Bile

Lingerie -

“Tomorrow is inevitable,
You don't really feel a thing,
So put on your mascara, and give them all a show tonight,”

“A needle in my poker face,
It peeks into the terror,”
The fire and horror, that she still calls her home.

“Do I make you angry? 
Beat me. The nation is tearing me apart.
Is there nothing changing?
 Ethereal, my apocalypse in a grenade 

A celebrity, a sign of the times.
A planet so gray.
Psuedochrist, her prosthetic eyes,
Are pretty in her lingerie.

Her illusion so impenetrable
Nothing's ever real to me.
Dying in a fever dream of never ending snow 

There's a needle in my swollen vein
I can't live without it, I think I'm drowning 
I think I need a savior, no one is going to save me.


“Do I make you angry? 
Beat me. The nation is tearing me apart.
Is there nothing changing?
 Ethereal, my apocalypse in a grenade 

A celebrity, a sign of the times.
A planet so gray.
Psuedochrist, her prosthetic eyes,
Are pretty in her lingerie.

“Heaven above, fuck your love.”
A prophet wrapped in lingerie 
“I hope you hate me, cuz I hate you”

“Tomorrow is inevitable,
You don't really feel a thing,
So put on your mascara, and give them all a show tonight,”

“A needle in my poker face,
It peeks into the nightmare,”
The horror that she still calls her home.

“Do I make you angry? 
Beat me. The nation is tearing me apart.
Is there nothing changing?
 Ethereal, my apocalypse in a grenade 

A celebrity, a sign of the times.
A planet so gray.
Psuedochrist, her prosthetic eyes,
Are pretty in her lingerie.

Lingerie

The light is blinding me 
Shadows move like insects
Silence burns so badly 

Not a thing could have saved me 

Will it hurt?
Could it possibly be worse?

Impending, descending into nothingness.
A vapid indulgence, a party and a punishment.

A blessing and a curse, a weakness is power,
And strength is a fantasy made up by cowards.
Nothing is perfect there is no such thing,
But I cannot worship and I cannot sing.

Did I deserve the bitter insignificant fruit of God?
What a nightmare, God what a nightmare.
You won, I give up. I don't care.

I am not made out of plastic, an organic girl
I am not made out of plastic, I'm an ordinary girl

A blessing and a curse, a weakness is power,
And strength is a fantasy made up by cowards.
Nothing is perfect there is no such thing,
But I cannot worship and I cannot sing.

Did I deserve the bitter insignificant fruit of God?
What a nightmare, God what a nightmare.
You won, I give up. May the fire consume me.


 


A Bitter Faith

“Fucker, Pig Fucker”

“Filthy hetero stink shit”

You drag me across your open wound
I am on my last limb, I'm on my last limb
Stuck in the mainstream pseudo dude
You are on your last limb, you're on your last limb

“There's no food here,! Mother doesn't buy food for me!”

Christian zombie vampyre
I am the father, the father of nothing
Christian zombie vampyre
I am the father, the father of nothing

“Please don't yell at me, I had a horrible experience today. 
I can't help what happened to you any more than I can't help what I did today!”
“Please don't yell at me!”

“I had a horrible experience today”. 

“You’re insane! My own mother-”



The Days Of Swine And Roses (My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult Cover)

Curiosity

Nothing Lasts Forever...


Lyrics -

She's a child of fear
She's the angel that couldn't find God 
A pistol is made out of flesh
Yet she's made of steel.

A hopeless retort.
She can't run from herself anymore.
So don't let her go, and don't ask to see her because she's not with God. 

There is not a Christ.
There is no way to meet again
I am not made out of plastic I'm an organic girl
I am not made out of plastic I am an ordinary girl 

I look to heaven above, but I know nobody's really there.
So disgusting, it's so disgusting. 
Why am I disgusting? Why am I here?

What else could it be?
What else had she seen? That you never knew.
Is this her reward?
A good little girl corrupted, and torn down like a whore.

Forever…
I cannot be forever.
Somebody hold me.

Eternal

Eternal

Lyrics

I hope that I'm not too hideous. 
Fuck me and make me your mechanical idiot.

In a world like this there's only shades of evil.
In a permanent high, I wanna see you dead.

It's the minute of hate like it's 1984.
Degenerate, I'm a degenerate, like a Roman concubine.

Why the hell are
Angels falling? 
Don't they know that they are in paradise?
Break me. Why won't you break me?

In a world like this there's only shades of evil.
In a permanent high, I wanna see you dead.

It's the minute of hate like it's 1984.
Degenerate, I'm a degenerate, like a Roman concubine.

Am I pretty with blood on my face?
God didn't choose me.
Does it turn you on the way I plead?
You fuck me and then you fuck me.

In a world like this there's only shades of evil.
In a permanent high, I wanna see you dead.

It's the minute of hate like it's 1984.
Degenerate, I'm a degenerate, like a Roman concubine.




(Like It's) 1984

As She Pleases You (Torture) - 

Her halo is a broken bone
Do not consider, do not forgive her
Satan is a broken home
Like the American dream

Her entertainment, wrapped in derangement.
A product of her time 
No one can save it, born to be hated
 The burden must be hideous 
And though I wear him on my sleeve, the devil doesn’t dare to speak.
He gave me a ring, and everything that I ever wanted.

You're treated with the mercy that she pleases 
My love she is violent, Godless, vicious 
You say I want you to hurt me as she pleases you 
“You wanna know what death is like? Say yes, mistress.”

I am the mother, the mother of nothing
I am the angel with mechanical wings

Her hatred is an open sore
Do not consider, do not forgive her 
She makes you sick right to your core
It only makes you want to humor her more

Her own God god the perveted whore 
Do not consider, do not forgive her 
“Say yes, ma’am.”
“Ye,s Ma’a.m”
Obey

Her entertainment, wrapped in derangement.
A product of her time 
No one can save it, born to be hated
 The burden must be hideous 
And though I wear him on my sleeve, the devil doesn’t care to speak.
And with a ring on my finger I face the Valley of the Dead.


You're treated with the mercy that she pleases to
My love she is violent, godless, vicious 
You say I want you to hurt me as she pleases you 
“You wanna know what death is like? Say yes mistress”

I am not made out of plastic, I am an organic girl!
I am not made out of plastic, I am an ordinary girl!
I am the angel with mechanical wings
“Ye,s Ma’a.m”

Her hatred is an open sore
Do not consider, do not forgive her 
She makes you sick right to your core
Her sodomy fundumentally is a ticket to hell
Join me, join us.

You're treated with the mercy that she pleases to
My love she is violent, godless, vicious 
You say I want you to hurt me as she pleases you 
“You wanna know what death is like? Say yes mistress”








Torture

I make music for people who have nothing else. 

Within a culture that worships cruelty and violence, there is nothing detested more than a mirror. The Nation Under God engulfed in a heavenly flame.

She/Her  

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