The Red Chord

In a dark room, rows of text. Alien to the outside world. Fear of contact by steel will. Embarrassment revealed. Hunger for a sterile feast. My needs are scorned. By insect blood I am born. Twist of fate, dealt a hand of improbability. Reborn. Temple

I should thank you for what you've done. As the troll rears its ugly head. Read the warnings Before you say You will take an oath that will not break. Break All the years and devotion out of the window. My eyes are open but are we looking at the same

A realization. I look to the sky and ponder my fixation on a world of plastic clouds. It is a film that is holding me together. A synthetic rise that is holding us and our time. Collodion stripped across my belly. Holding back the insides. The synthe

The Red Chord Tales Of Martyrs And Disappearing Acts Add another voice to the lie* The sole mission of a parasite is survival. Survival. Learned to beg for your life. The sole mission of a parasite is survival. Survival. I can't believe anything you

Try to draw blood from a festering wound. You'll see the only thing you can't admit. The gangrenous limb of your pride-soaked tongue. You are the paragon of denial. Living in a frame of outward-pointing frozen spears. Why don't you join everyone you

Step up, it's time to learn the hard way. As so many lives here end, and I've fallen. Bugs crawling up my arms. Eyes so strong. Staring and torturing me for so long. So tell me, about this life filled with guilt, fear, and emptiness. With guilt, fear

Oh so sweet yet oh so miserable.. It felt so good to finally clear the air - as I spilled my guts. The guilt fades away - as I spill your guts. It only hurts the first time, until you find conviction to draw first blood and suffocate remorse and real

My name. This is my day. The time to shine. I can see the end. From six stops away. Money buys you beds bit it can't buy sleep. I'm almost sorry that I must do this to get my name in lights. But this is my chance and I'm going to take it. Don't forge

I think that you're missing the point. You're someone else's pain in the ass. Get off your high horse. You are not excluded. We are all Clients. Get off your high horse. We are all Clients. These are my people. 专辑:Clients 歌手:The Red Chord 歌曲:Clients