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Carrion Carousel
02:00
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And so it begins...
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Bleakshow
04:25
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Welcome, everybody, to the Bleakshow!
We're dressed to depress; a burlesque peepshow!
We got deviants and creatures like you've never seen
The Box is back open and on the scene...
So what brings you back to the amusement park?
The crowd shambles in from beyond the dark
We draw tight the curtains and light the spark
And let the show begin!
We present to you the latest thrill
So step right up and get your fill
And when you're finished, we can send you the bill
Very much to your chagrin.
Reverie in charred debris! (in this cacophony)
Necromantic songs and antics! (it's elementary)
We break the mold with stories untold... (a gothic fantasy)
Riven and hidden in a world of misery.
We're here to tell you that your life ain't shit!
You're just a pestilence conduit
That rotting shell of flesh is the perfect fit
For that hopeless life you lead.
But it's okay now, don't you fret!
Some folk have got it worse than you'll ever get.
We'll show you darkness you won't ever forget
AS WE SOW THIS SORROWSEED!
Heads turned around on a rollercoaster ride
Blind eyes, no directions or guides
Into the peaceful ground they did collide
Now their bodies dangle calmly.
Nostalgia embalms and preserves
Kills ambitions and soothes the nerves
We all get what we deserve
In this ticking time bomb we call "society."
"Hurry, hurry, kind patrons! Lend an ear, lend a hand, lend any extremities you no longer need! We present to you a never-before-seen peek at the most hideous and spectacular eyesores dwelling in our world today!"
Don't be shy, come dressed as you are!
Whether nude, snappy dressers or brains in a jar
The Bleakshow is here to amuse and berate
Take a look at the freaks; maybe you can relate!
"Naturally, we seek to educate and captivate our captive audience. Come browse our vast selection of mutants, undead and other aberrations that walk amongst us. Oh, I assure you: these creatures are real - you just haven't been looking hard enough!"
Each creature has a theme and a dark melody
We dance like devils and laugh like banshees
The time has come to expose what we must
Now pose for the crowd, for the monsters are us!
Eyes are upon you - no turning back
Don't try to escape and don't be a brat
Anomalies bound by carnival law
And if you stick around, you can catch the opera...
So are you ready for the Bleakshow?
We're all prepped and rarin' to go!
We hope you enjoy our latest collection
Now sit back, relax, and make your selection...
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3. |
Alternative Unlifestyle
02:47
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The psychology
Of Immortals
Lies underneath
Bedizen eyes
Paralyzed.
Ideology
Kingdoms fall and rise
(But) pity those husks
Doomed never to die.
Let’s wrack the whole world with fascination
With a carrion style of our own creation!
It promises to be the next sensation
When a plague of undeath sweeps through the nation!
I am the poison that bathes in the wine
My existence defined by addictions and bloodlines
My pathway is blazed in betrayal and lies
And my beauty is just a disguise…
So you wanna be like me?
So you can feed in ecstasy?
Choke on misery
Sow your seeds
Spread your disease?
I will let you see
Just what it means
To hear them scream
It’s your soul to bleed,
You fucking wannabes…
She makes residence
In the shadows alone
She reclines
In her home catacombs.
Her biology
Is but a heart and mind
Unredeemed
Neither sweet nor kind.
I am the parasite, succubus bitch
My body is barren, my heart black as pitch.
Now you may believe that your life was a waste
But you will change your tune when you feel my embrace!
So! Immortality
Prosperity
Depravity
Bloody Gluttony
And sovereignty
Awaiting thee.
All this can be yours
As the sunlight’s enemy…
But a sorrow-born corpse
Is all that you will ever be.
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Fraught With Apparel
03:16
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They could make your ego sing like a jubilant carol
But you better beware; the path is fraught with apparel!
I don’t know where they get so many shining, bright eyes
But this catwalk of shame can make a grown kitten cry.
It’s the place where fashion goes to die
Sent to a vulva-shaped coffin for the world to buy
It’s the Haven for Depravin’ with the power of sleaze
Collecting dollars and dames with the greatest of ease.
You won’t be candy for the eye if you don’t even try
And this ain’t no place for the camera shy!
Iconography, photography and fashion shows
The craven cravin’ all the beauties in posh repose
Fraught, Fraught, Fraught with Apparel
They’ll shoot your body like fish in a barrel
The loftiest profession is to simply exist
As a vassal to the trappings of a debonair business.
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5. |
Clowntrodden
02:43
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6. |
Bar Stool Stiffs
03:32
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Trench Mensch
03:46
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In the land of trenches and warfare
Where flesh is acquainted with lead
Casualties everywhere
A surplus of the dead.
The military wages and healthcare
Offered to soldiers, destroyed
An insurance plan beyond compare
Providing postmortem employ
War supplies these days include the bodies of the men
Reanimation ensures that they will rise to march again!
The Trench Man stands and fires from a freshly pre-dug grave
A second chance to avenge the life he gave!
Now, there are several kinds
Of various veteran programs
But there is only one you will find
That makes proper use of the damned.
In the wake of tragic attrition
Young men dying in scores
Pumped full of live ammunition
They'll rise again to take some more.
War supplies these days include the bodies of the men
Reanimation ensures that they will rise to fight again!
The Trench Man fights from muddy depths for victory and pride
Standing united with the ones that fought and died by his side.
Professional placement in peacetime
There's no honor in being entombed
The infantry are so easily forgotten after all they do.
But when they come back as zombies
And return home from overseas
The grisly, discharged soldiers can complain for all eternity!
War supplies these days include the bodies of the men
Reanimation ensures that they will rise to serve again!
The Trench Man could be working in your local grocery store
Unliving proof of the ravages of war!
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8. |
WTHR
01:00
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9. |
Lachrymosa Sky
04:19
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In the end, we may find
No reasons why
Adrift in a river of lies
With no way to stem the tide
Anonymous hatred grows
Where information flows
Unwilling flesh exposed
With forbidden file uploads
To and fro
Everybody must know
Our woes exposed to the firmament
You can have it all
Like a forum trade
Diatribes enthrall
And the trolls invade
Everyone must pay
To be held
In the public eye
Where dissonance dwells
And shame never dies
In the Lachrymosa Sky
When grace falls like rain
Upon gardens profane
Faceless and in vain
Dark desires know no names.
And who knows what is real?
This addiction we feel
When all is revealed
No more dreams left to steal.
So it goes
Like a withering rose
Our woes exposed to the firmament
It’s a brand new industry
Electric ties of misery
So many trolls to feed
They consume all they see.
And so we cast our eyes
To a Lachrymosa Sky.
Our failures scrutinized
’Till our appetite subsides.
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10. |
Boneshaft
03:37
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They call him Boneshaft...but for the daft and unaware
The walking corpse of a pimp who became a millionaire
Never known to pop pills or wear willy protection
The fella once suffered a downtrodden erection
Panicked by the loss of his male potency
He sought to show the bitches how hard he could be
Even if this meant for all eternity
Mr. Boneshaft downed every male enhancement pill with the utmost certainty!
In a matter of minutes, all the blood rushed down
They say he nailed every lady in the whole damn town
By the end there was no fluid in his heart and head
In a matter of hours, the pimp lay dead.
But never underestimate the power of pills
They have the power to revive and the power to kill
Still risen...he rise from the floor
Mr. Boneshaft - steady, standing erect, and hungry for a whole lot more!
(chorus):
Who says there's no payment in the wages of sin?
Who says the dead have to lie alone?
So come on down, have a ride, take a spin on leather skin
And let Big Daddy Boneshaft...throw you a bone!
The bitches came from below and beyond
So many types, from the skinless to the bootylicious blondes
From a busty succubus seeking part time work
Curvaceous corpses rising out from the dirt
Mutant mommas with a little spawning pool to feed
Buxom bloodsuckers lookin' for a fool to bleed
Erratic little addicts selling themselves for a fix
And just your average horny honeys hungry for something to lick
A selection that cannot be beat
So why stay at home alone tugging at your meat?
Get your ass to the street and come meet the selections
Enjoy a freaky lady's face below your midsection!
Of course, the haters are prone to be belligerent;
Thugs try to be violent, priests tell him to repent
But in spite of the envious protests
None can deny that Mr. Boneshaft remains the hardest!
(repeat chorus)
In a pristine coat, the man swaggers along
Through the ghetto circus where he belongs
Necromantic energies keep his pimp hand strong
All the dead body bitches be singin' this song. (x2)
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He was born with the birthmark of the Scavenging Fiend
In an urban purgatory, unhallowed and unredeemed
They say, “To live, you must work, breed, then die.”
But who has the time when you’re a lupine stalker of the night?
In the city of the lost, a nocturnal liturgy abides
Under every full moon, the locals gather to provide
Offerings, jewelry, trinkets and hard-earned pay
No derision or dissension – it’s always been that way.
The shiftless shape-shifter lives and walks among men
Waiting for the monthly parasite-haul again.
By day, a pariah, out of work and scorned by all
But he’s a legend in the shadows under cover of nightfall.
A tradition passed down by the blood of a cursed forebear
Beneath the madness of Luna, the skin of a wolf to wear.
The family never worked, they have always thrived on fear
A wolf among the street sheep; the graveyard shift career.
They’ll never know the horrid fact
That the local slacker boy is behind these attacks
They work so hard just to give it all away
To a monster, unseen by an ignorant prey.
No escape, no reprieve
He feeds upon the terror that they believe
They work so hard just to live so low
While the scavenging predator reclines and takes it slow.
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12. |
The Living Inbred
04:12
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They came from the boondocks
They was born and raised
Always kept it in the family
And stuck close to their ways.
They look pretty funny
Some uglier than sin
But their mommas still love them
After all, you gotta love your kin.
They’ll never know how low they sank
And they ain’t got a savior left to thank
They only wanna look out for their own
So let the world leave them alone.
They say if you can’t keep it
Inside your own pants
At least stick it with your own blood
Forbidden romance.
But it don’t stop there
All the get that they got
Come from diggin’ too deeply
Into the family grave plot.
Daddy’s rigor mortis keeps him hard like a tortoise
Momma’s maggots just lube her chute
They all say “to be prolific is terrific!”
After all, you gotta stay connected to your roots.
So if you’re ever out wandering
Amongst the Living Inbred
Better watch what you’re sayin’
To the daughters and sons of the dead.
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14. |
The Grim Pills' Polka
02:15
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(Instrumental)
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Lollipox
03:54
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Why do you come here with that longing look in your eyes?
Why do you let yourself stave like you do?
I suppose I may have been just a little too sweet to you
Letting you fool yourself into craving some fabled prize between my thighs...
Poor little sucker has a case of the Lollipox...
Quarantined in your room, sending romantic frustrations to me
Wracked with silly illnesses that have weighed you down to this day
Rotten, misbegotten candy has granted a foul bouquet
Perhaps you could seal your fate and allow me to violently end your misery...
End your misery...
I suppose it was just my fault that I didn't fall for you
Do you still wonder about all the unspeakable things you would do?
Let me make this up to you by inviting you over for tea
Maybe then you can get to know the real me...
Discarded bones in the trashbags; all the entrails cleaned off the floor
There's one more stalker who will not be troubling me anymore.
Jealousy has been the death of many a mortal buffoon
Blind obsession can only lead to your untimely doom...
Your untimely doom...
So many suitors with a case of the Lollipox
Sycophants chasing their queens in afflicted flocks
Lurking and waiting to creep into the Toybox
Poor little suckers have a case of the Lollipox...
La la la....
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16. |
Her Place
04:26
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They said someday I'd find the one
They said to never give in
To that despair every time I come undone
When reality kicks in.
That syringe that perforates to the bone
When another illusion leaves me all alone
She could never be a part of me
And she'll never, ever want to be
I let her into my world when I proselytized
Let her know her place in my mind's eye...
Once we had bonded, I knew she absconded
Maintaining false fondness so far away
But she never left, you see
Trapped in my fantasy
Idealized...and there to stay.
(Chorus 1):
Who needs anybody when you've got imagination?
All your troubles can be forgotten through masturbation
I don't need you, bitch, you see
You're just another stain to be
And it's time...to rub another one out!
I can never touch her
I know it'll never be true
But it's okay; if you only knew
About the deviant fantasies I have about you.
I may be a lonely man
But I got what I need
With no more heart's blood left to bleed
True love is officially obsolete.
She does everything that I ever wanted her to do
She says all the things that I always wanted her to say
They can never hope to appeal to me
They all end up the same kind of grotesquery...
So many errors to rectify
I got a mind to objectify
I take a look at your face and embrace the lie
I can keep you love alive...in my troubled mind.
(Chorus 2):
Why bother to connect with those you'll never understand?
Don't you know that the cure for loneliness is in your hands?
I don't need you, bitch, you see
You're just another stain-to-be
And it's time...to rub another one out!
People wonder why I never feel jealousy
Because she will always be a slave to me
I got myself an eternal supply
Their aesthetics are pathetic in reality.
So many scenes and extremes to choose from
Sometimes I can't believe the monster I've become
Her place is away from me
And the horrid, debauched fantasies I've spun.
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17. |
Prying Demise
09:50
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