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Championship
03:10
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Wrapped in leather, I feel the sting.
Give me pleasure, make me scream.
There's no words, nothing left to say,
Just follow me, are you ready to play?
Darling, lover, let's do it all again. Flesh sings, I burn, I don't wanna play pretend.
Darling, lover, let's do it all again. Flesh sings, I burn, I don't wanna play pretend.
All in bondage, pull it tight.
Tie it harder, I won't fight.
Perfect prison of my desire, come inside and taste the fire
Darling, lover, let's do it all again. Flesh sings, I burn, I don't wanna play pretend.
Darling, lover, let's do it all again. Flesh sings, I burn, I don't wanna play pretend.
Flowers and ribbons won't disguise,
pain and power in my eyes.
Look closer and you'll see,
we are who we're meant to be.
We were never meant to hide,
deep hunger from inside.
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Prelude to the End
04:47
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Acid rain falls from ashen skies,
Oh, how the flames reflect in bloodshot eyes.
Where embers of our dreams have come to die,
It's time to wake..
On the edge, there's no wine left on our tongue
There's no words, and our songs are left unsung.
So we fall, but to fall is the surest path of all
Perfect words with their hidden blades
We've been seduced, and used in imperfect games
Lovely towers, are left to rot and decay
It's time to wake..
Before the end, the taste of glory fades,
Once your life, now it has become your cage
Down once more, dear we fall into the sea
Hold on tight, I'm sure it's just a dream
Falling fast, the fire is fleeting.
All around, all I see is death and ruin
Thick fallout, I'm suffocating
I'm suffocating
I'm suffocating
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Imposter
04:34
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Look into this glass, tell me what you think you see
Look at yourself, it's not your mouth that's speaking
Faces in the crowd, that don't look human anymore
Far less than before
Imposters in the mirror baring their teeth
With stretched out grins that don't belong to me
Pieces everyday are slowly fading
The imposter is me
Invading my voice, intruding in my flesh
Feeding on the ghosts until there's nothing left
Who am I, if not this person I see
How can I trust, when looks can be deceiving
Take my hand
Take my breath
Take what's left
Pouring from an empty cup
Take my hand
Take my breath
Take what's left
Shattered glass and broken trust
Who are you? Who will you be? The imposter asks
Without me, you are nothing, nothing, nothing
Silent voices scream, but I can't make sense of what they say
So here I'll stay, searching for what remains
Take my hand
Take my breath
Take what's left
Pouring from an empty cup
Take my hand
Take my breath
Take what's left
Shattered glass and broken trust
Broken pieces, little pieces here and there, not enough for me to gather
Missing parts, portions of me laying bare
But I'm hidden behind empty stares
The ghost inside, a ghost stuck in time isn't really me
I'm left behind, from here to eternity
Take my hand
Take my breath
Take what's left
Pouring from an empty cup
Take my hand
Take my breath
take what's left
Shattered glass and broken trust
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Prophet for Hire
04:37
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I gave you life, but made you blind, don't eat the the fruit or you'll see through my disguise
The Prophet said, don't forget Him, just eat the bread and I will save you from your sin
Be not afraid, that's what He said, I'll keep you safe and the score will settle when you're dead
We've been unbound, but we're going down
Don't be afraid of what's underground
Save me from his light, save me from his 'truth'
I'll be free at last, where God won't intrude
Behind closed doors, their cries ignored, putrid smiles where God's men protect the vile.
Poisoned tongues, they feed on the young, to keep them scared but we're the ones who need repair?
They kill their sons, praising His name, empty hearts, I can't live in that kind of place.
Blind teachers, faithless creatures, unashamed in a house made of broken pieces
Liars on golden thrones
Sinners who cast the first stones
False prophets here by their legions
Paid for by holy demons
We've been unbound, but we're going down
Don't be afraid, of what's underground
Save me from his light, save me from his 'truth'
I'll be free at last, where God won't intrude
The unbridled few, amongst the masses, who are you but truth rising from the ashes
I cast you out, you are unclean, I'll call it love but disobedience is obscene
Go forth now, into the night, you are free, go seek your purpose and your light
Break the chains, destroy the altar, don't look back, they will catch you if you falter
We've been unbound, but we're going down
Don't be afraid, of what's underground
Save me from his light, save me from his 'truth'
I'll be free at last, where God won't intrude
The Prophet said...
Now your Prophet's dead
Your Prophet's dead
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Invocation
03:51
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Tear through my skin, taste what's within
Strip off your disguise, darling thing with devil eyes
We weren't made this way, I've paid for your mistakes
Don't deny your disgrace, I'll seal your lips with my name
Pulling threads from ragged ends, I've been unmade
Frozen in place, frozen in place
Take what's left of me, scars and sin are all you see
Realise I'm more than this, redemption escapes your grip
A tryst of hate and despair, wretched love, a tired affair
Summons blood to start anew, and cleanse me from false virtue
I won't wait one more day
Pulling threads from ragged ends, I've been unmade
Frozen in place, frozen in place
Burn off who I was before, cleanse away the old face I wore
Bathe me in the flames, I'll soon rise again
And when the smoke clears, you'll see how
Closed chapters make no difference now
Each new beginning, has an end
Each farewell is hanging by a thread
Each new beginning, has an end
Each farewell is hanging by a thread
Each new beginning has an end
Each farewell is hanging by a thread
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RAZRWHIP Brisbane, Australia
Based in Brisbane, Queensland. Razrwhip is a three piece, electronic, post-industrial band.
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