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Pretty Things
02:59
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What's so grim about the reaper, baby?
Are you scared of what the darkness brings?
When they tell you that the world is ending
Will you pray for all the pretty things?
Below, I know there's someone waiting for you
It's in your eyes, tonight you're all alone
What's so grim about the reaper, baby
When you feel the pain in all you do
When the blood is running down your fingers
Does it feel like someone's watching you?
No one's around, you want to leave here
Your tongue, the tears, the taste of death
Shallow, shallow, everything is
Hollow, hollow, their promises
When all goes black
You want it back
Relax, you're home
Now just let go
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Run, Angela, Run
02:43
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I love you my dark one, I love you my whore
I love you, my mistress of lore
Your black dress it lured me, your cold touch seduced me
Your red hair rose straight up from Hell
Angela you're leaving, tell me what you're running for
I cannot keep your secrets anymore
They're after you, my darling, the Inquisition has begun
Your sorcery is gaining. You must run, love. Run, love.
Your child is a creature unspeakably cold
A serpent with putrid desires
You slept with the Devil and now you will pay
When Beniols comes your way
Angela you're leaving, tell me what you're running for
I cannot keep your secrets anymore
They're after you, they want to set your luscious legs on fire
They'll burn your pretty face upon the pyre, love. In fire, love.
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31 Days
02:50
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I need you to leave me when I close my eyes
I need you to leave me tonight
I need you to leave me before I'm someone else
I need you to leave here alive
The moon gets bigger every night
Soon you'll run away in fright
Don't let me hold you here
I'll tear you apart, my dear
31 days is not enough, 31 days is not enough
And on the final day, I hope you're far away from me
Shapeshift, a horrid curse
A silver bullet in your purse
At midnight, my strength will grow
Under the full moon's wicked glow
31 days is not enough, 31 days is not enough
And on the final day, you will become my prey
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Zombie Man
03:26
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Why be alive when I could be eating your brain?
Why be civil when I could be insane?
Come on kill me so I can haunt you
Come on kill me, I know you want to
Slice me up, don't miss me dear
Chop, chop, baby, there's nothing to fear
Use an axe or use a drill
Just promise you're in for the kill
I want to be a rotting corpse, can you give me a hand?
I want to feast on human flesh, don't you understand?
I want to be your zombie man, your undead lover
Your zombie man under the covers
I don't want to leave you alone this way
So join me and we'll live beyond the grave
We will wed happily without our souls
Till our heads are severed, you'll be my only baby
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Scream Tonight
02:57
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All the pale faced boys are gonna love you
They're gonna make you scream tonight
You're on the wrong street this day, honey
You're gonna feel pain tonight
The windy city boys are gonna find you
They're gonna make you theirs tonight
You'll kick and bite and try to run but
There's nowhere to hide tonight
When darkness takes the stars, you're doomed
When cold air hits your neck, you'll fall
They'll take you back to your last room
When murder's in the air
All the fucked up boys are gonna love you
They're gonna make you scream tonight
You're on the wrong street this day, honey
You're gonna feel pain tonight
All the ripper boys are gonna find you
They're gonna make you theirs tonight
You'll kick and bite and try to run but
There's no way you'll win tonight
I said, where you going? Don't walk so fast
I said, where you headed? They're on your track
You'll scream tonight
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Stumble out into the cold
Raise your head up to the brave sun
24, you're getting old
Father says you'll find the right one today
Drift across the frozen land
Hunters closing in with green eyes
Anger growing in your hands
Slowly breaking as they cast you off
Tell me, Anna
Why you stood up so proud, so beautiful and so blue
Tell me, father
Why you threw her away, you left her to die that day
You'll atone for all your sins
Father takes you with a sharp blade
Hunters battle for your limbs
The seas are boiling red with fresh blood today
Tell me, Anna
Why you stood up so proud, so beautiful and so blue
Tell me, father
Why you threw her away, you left her to die that day
And I remember
On the day you return, the ocean will burn
Now I wonder
On a Saturday night, why no one would fight for you
And on the cold ice, I can feel you today
In the deep sea, I can see you look my way
Winter comes back and your breath is in the air
The sun is falling and your blood is everywhere
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Death Perception
01:53
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St. Anthony's Fire
04:16
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Step into the street, let the glowing lights illuminate your eyes. Writhing from the beat, you crumble from the liquor in your mind. I came here to find you dancing, draining out your life. Thunder and lightning, Vitus is your knife
Storm is coming.
Dance into the night, shoot out every light. Your friends lie bleeding on the ground and you watch them crawl.
The fever climbs, it seethes, it festers from inside. You'll never stop your feet, move back and forth until you lose your mind. I wanted to tell you something you would never know. I came here to watch you suffer through your final show.
Fever's rising.
Dance into the night, shoot out every light. Your friends lie bleeding on the ground and you watch them crawl. You lie and roll among the dead and you're never going to grow old. Their faces splattered all around and you're doing everything you're told.
Dance into the night.
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Kevin Maimann Edmonton, Alberta
Kevin Maimann makes dark, cynical songs influenced by Katy Perry and Bathory. He lives in Edmonton and is always cold.
Kevin Maimann recommends:
Here's another band I play in. Evil, experimental goth/punk with synth and violin.
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