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Prophecy
00:29
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Each Hurts
04:08
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YOU’RE A SICKLY LITTLE WORM IN MY BODY
I DIED JUST SO THAT YOU COULD LIVE
I SEE YOU CLEARLY
BUT THE FILTH IN YOU IS TASTY, I BELIEVE
GET LOST, GET OUT OF MY HEAD
FOR YOU’RE DRIVING ME MAD
I CAN’T TELL HOW MUCH I HATE YOU
BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
CHORUS:
SOMETIMES I WANNA KISS YOU
SOMETIMES I WANNA KILL YOU
SOMETIMES I WANNA FUCK YOU
WHILE WATCHING YOU BLEED
LOVING YOU, KISSING WITH YOU
HATING YOU, DESTROYING YOU
LETTING GO OF YOU:
EACH HURTS
YOU ARE LIKE DEATH TO MY MIND
YET YOU ATTRACT ME LIKE NOTHING ELSE
BECAUSE YOU ROT, BECAUSE YOU’RE NUMB
BECAUSE IT’S JUST WHAT I’VE BECOME
I CAN’T HELP GETTING TANGLED IN YOU
NOW I CAN HARDLY MOVE
IF ONLY I COULD START AGAIN
IF ONLY I COULD MURDER YOU
CHORUS
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3. |
All Alone
03:58
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AMONG THE RUINS IN BLINDING DARKNESS
I AM HERE, ENCOMPASSED
I’M AFRAID TO OPEN MY EYES
EVERYTHING IS DEAD
I CAN STILL HEAR THE WORDS
LIKE DEAD SONG OF BIRDS YOU WHISPERED IN MY EAR
WHEN THE SUN WAS STILL SHINING BRIGHT
AND WE THOUGHT THAT ALL WOULD BE RIGHT
I’M HONESTLY AFRAID OF MYSELF
ALL ALONE… ALL ALONE…
A PLACE THAT LIVES IN OUR MEMORIES
AND A PLACE WHERE I AM NOW
I DRIFTED AWAY TOO FAR
BUT INSIDE I’LL STAY THERE WITH YOU SOMEHOW
IT HURTS TO OPEN MY EYES HERE, I AM
ALL ALONE… ALL ALONE…
THERE WERE TIMES WHEN I USED TO BELIEVE IN BEAUTY
BUT THE DREAM REMAINED A DREAM, STUCK DEEP INSIDE AND NOW I’M OUTSIDE
I’M EMPTY AND ON MY OWN
ALL ALONE… ALL ALONE…
AND MY FAITH DRAINED INTO EMPTINESS
AND I DON’T BELIEVE IN HOLINESS
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5. |
Origo pt. 1 - The Growth
02:37
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7. |
Jisom's Christ
04:50
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I AM BLEEDING JESUS CHRIST NAILED ONTO THE HOOKED CRUCIFIX
I’VE GOT ONLY ONE THING I CAN REDEEM YOU: A GLASS OF CHAMPAIGN WITH A DILDO
THIS IS THE ONLY FORM OF ART I CAN BELIEVE IN IN A FUCKIN’ NUMB WORLD LIKE YOURS
I FOUND A NEW WAY FOR MY PROFANATION
I FOUND THE DIRT INSIDE YOU FOR MY DISSOLUTION
I FOUND A NEW WAY FOR MY PROFANATION
I FOUND THE DIRT INSIDE YOU FOR MY DISSOLUTION
CHORUS:
BLINDED BY POSITIVIST ASSASSINATIONS
WHAT CAN YOU TASTE OF ME?
HOW CAN YOU PROTECT YOURSELF FROM ME?
ARE YOU READY TO GO DOWN?
STOP PAINTING EVERYTHING WHITE
WHILE SEEING WHITE LIES
FALLING OUT OF LINE
PRICKING YOUR WHITE EYES
I’M GONNA OPEN AN ART EXHIBITION OF THE OUTRAGES IN MY HEAD
TURN THEM INTO ILLUSTRATIONS FOR THE BIBLE OF THE SOCIALLY DEAD
SELF-DESTRUCTION’S JUST A FORM OF SELF-REALIZATION, I SAY
„BABY, OUR SOULS MAKE ONE IN ALL OUR SUICIDE ATTEMPTS”
I FOUND A NEW WAY FOR MY SATISFACTION
I FOUND THE DIRT INSIDE ME FOR YOUR DISSOLUTION
I FOUND A NEW WAY FOR MY SATISFACTION
I FOUND THE DIRT INSIDE ME FOR YOUR DISSOLUTION
CHORUS
IN YOUR BEDROOM THERE’S A LITTLE SECRET, THE SAME I DISPLAY IN MY WINDOW,
SO I’M THE ONE THEY HATE AND YOU HAVE TO HATE ME TOO
I’M A CARD FROM THE PACK OF SCARS
I’M A PAINTING ON THE WALL
I’M THE ICON OF THE FALL
I’M THE HIV VIRUS IN THE PUSSY OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND, HEY, HEY
I’M A SPITTOON, YEAH
I’M THE ABYSMAL DRAIN OF YOUR LIES
I’M THE FEAR INSIDE YOUR EYES OF THINGS YOU CAN’T CATEGORIZE, YEAH
I AM ANONYMOUS
YEAH, YEAH, I’M ANONYMOUS
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I AM ANONYMOUS
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8. |
Now I Do This Way
05:03
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I USED TO HAVE THE FEELINGS SAID TO MAKE YOU A GOOD MAN,
BUT THESE FEELINGS WERE A GREAT BIG FUCK OF MY MIND, YEAH
NOW I ENJOY SEEING YOU SUFFERING FROM THE PAIN I GAVE YOU
I’VE BECOME SOMETHING ELSE, I GOT MY GUN IN MY HAND
AH, AH
GET IT, GET IT
GET IT IN YOUR MOUTH, YEAH
AH, AH
FEEL IT, FEEL IT
FEEL THE PAIN IN MY LIMITLESS HATRED, FOR LOVE FADED ME OUT
I WILL NEVER SAY SORRY FOR THE THINGS I’VE DONE
I LOST MYSELF, I’M GONE (I DON’T FEEL ANYMORE)
HA-HA!
I FELT MY SOUL NAKED IN ALL MY LOVES, IT TURNED TO PAIN,
ALL WERE VAIN, I FROZE DEEP INSIDE, MY HEART GOT FUCKED UP
NOW I DO THIS WAY
NOW I DO THIS WAY
THERE IS NO SHAME INSIDE ME FOR THE THINGS I DID AND DO TO YOU
I’M GONNA SET OFF ALL THE THINGS YOU HATE IN ME ’CAUSE IT’S TRUE
NEVER AGAIN WILL I BE THE ONE WHO BECOMES ASSHOLE FOR SOMEONE,
THIS ISN’T ME, MY LIFE IS SOMETHING I CAN USE LIKE A WEAPON,
I OPEN FIRE TIME AND TIME AGAIN TO HAVE SOME FUN
YOU ASK ME „WHY?”, AND I SAY I’M THE MOON THAT OVERLIES YOUR LYING SUN
NOW I DO THIS WAY
NOW I DO THIS WAY
NOW I FUCK THIS WAY
NOW YOU HURT ME, BITCH, BUT I DON’T FEEL IT
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9. |
I Got To Kill
01:54
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OUR WAY’S A PRAYER WITHOUT GOD
OUR NAMES ARE WASHED OUT AND FUCKED UP
OUR SOULS ARE FAKE AND WASTED
IN THIS SHIT I JUST FEEL HATRED
I REMEMBER WHEN I SAW THE SUN
BUT THAT SUN WAS JUST A VIBRATOR OF A CHILD
I KNOW WHO I’VE BECOME
THOUGH NOW I’M THE ONE I DEFIED
I’VE GOT NO POWER TO KILL MY PAIN,
BUT I’VE GOT THE POWER TO USE MY HATE
ALL THE LOVE I FELT WAS KILLED BY THIS WORLD
AFTER ALL IT’S GONNA GET WHAT IT DESERVES
I CAN’T STAND THIS
I GOT TO KILL
I CAN’T STAND THIS
APATHY’S EVERYWHERE
OUR FACE IS JUST A FUCKIN’ MASK FOR HIDING LIES
JUST PUT ON A TIE, KEEP SMILING, AND GO BLIND
IF YOU SEE WHAT’S INSIDE THEY WANNA BURN OUT YOUR EYES
I’M TIRED TO PLAY THE ROLE YOU GAVE ME
MY THROAT IS FULL OF THE CUM OF YOUR GAME
I CAN’T STAND, I’M GONNA THROW UP ALL OF IT,
YOU’RE GONNA SWALLOW AND FEEL MY HATRED
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10. |
Apocalypse For The Sheep
00:35
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11. |
Get The Game Started
03:46
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DON’T PROVOKE ME, OR I’LL KILL YOU, I SWEAR THIS IS WHAT I’VE BECOME
THE ONLY POSITIVE STATE OF LIFE IS THE STATE WHEN IT’S FINALLY GONE
I REALLY HATE MYSELF FOR HAVING THIS FEELING DEEP IN MY CORE
THOUGH IT’S THE ONLY THING THAT’S FAST ENOUGH TO SEDUCE WHEN I’M SORE
GOD IS ONLY A FUCKING HORMONE
MAKING YOU BLIND WHEN IT HURTS TO SEE
AND MY GOD IS TOO WEAK… AND I’VE PEELED OFF MY EYELIDS
I CAN’T MAKE MYSELF BLIND, AND IT HURTS TO SEE…
GET THE GAME STARTED:
COVER UP GOD’S EYES, DON’T LET HIM SEE
WHEN HATRED MAKES YOU MOVE
PULL IT, MOTHERFUCKER, SHOOT, MOTHERFUCKER, LET ME FEEL YOU
SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT,
SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT,
SHOOT, SHOOT: IT ’S EASIER THAN FACING WHO YOU REALLY ARE
I’M JUST AN IMITATION OF A WORLD THAT ATE ME AND SPIT ME OUT
AND THERE WERE COUNTLESS BULLETS HITTING ME ON MY BACK, THERE’S NO DOUBT
I DON’T FEEL A THING ANYMORE, CAN’T BLEED NO MORE, CAN’T LIVE NO MORE
EVERYONE WILL PAY WHEN THE LAST BULLET REACHES MY CORE
GET THE GAME STARTED:
COVER UP GOD’S EYES, DON’T LET HIM SEE
WHEN HATRED MAKES YOU MOVE
PULL IT, MOTHERFUCKER, SHOOT, MOTHERFUCKER, LET ME FEEL YOU
SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT,
SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT,
SHOOT, SHOOT: IT ’S EASIER THAN FACING WHO YOU REALLY ARE
YOU CANNOT DEFEND YOURSELF AGAINST ME
OH NO YOU CAN’T
YOU CANNOT DEFEND YOURSELF AGAINST ME
OH NO YOU CAN’T
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12. |
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ALL THE SHIT THEY EVER SHOVED DOWN MY THROAT
IS FUCKING COMING BACK, I’VE GOT A STRONG URGE TO VOMIT
I NEVER REALLY WANTED THIS
BUT THEY FORCED IT ALL UPON ME
I CRIED OUT LOUD, BUT NO-ONE EVER
PAYED ATTENTION TO ME
IF YOU STEP IN MY WAY
YOU WILL BE THE FIRST ONE
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES
AND LISTEN TO THE MELODY OF MY GUN
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13. |
Zero Limit
03:53
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I'M GONNA BRING YOU ALL OF MY SWEET WISHES, YOU CALL 'DISASTER'
I AM THE ANTICHRIST
I'M A GODFUCK
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Dr. Melancholia Budapest, Hungary
Dr. Melancholia is a Hungarian band that was founded in 2005 by Vikki Ricci. The current line-up is:
Vikki Ricci –
vocals
Cider Williams – guitars
Dan Dalton – bass
Rob Jonas – drums
The band doesn’t catagorize itself but they’re mostly defined as industrial rock, alternative rock, and shock rock. Their main concept is a socially critical, rebellious attitude in contrast to sham rebellion.
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