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Bard - Last Sleep
01:57
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A dream is a succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that usually occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
A nightmare is an unpleasant dream that can cause strong emotional response from the mind, typically fear, but also despair, anxiety, and great sadness.
Sweet dreams.
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Blithe - Out at Night
03:25
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It's twelve o'clock
Mothers and fathers asleep
You throw the rock
Broken glass wakes my bones
The skin I shed
Makes for one cold evening alone
Collect the dead
Cuz a dozen heads are better than none
We don't belong
We don't belong in the light
We all come out
We all come out at night
Beg for your treat
Wrap me in wax paper
Lick your lips
Miss me now or later
Moonlit skin
Glowing eyes in autumn
We're stitched together
Once upon tonight
We don't belong
We don't belong in the light
We all come out
We all come out at night
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Bermudas - Werewolf
02:59
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Feel your breath- the back of my neck
My hairs, they stand, just to salute you
Switch my thoughts (to) the remains of this
Plumb-
I know you know that I’m aware of your presence
Although unannounced…
I can feel your reminiscent waves
I’m not ready to call your bluff but-
How long have you even known me?
'Cause you have put your claim on me
And I’ll admit that it is exciting
So here we are
A couple of freaks can be happy too
It started with your pierce, resulted in abyss
Your oxygen recycled through me
I’m feeling like a hoarder now
'Cause I’m wanting more before it’s empty
In the corner of my mind all day…
My smiles Secret
'Cause they would envy-
This starving skin cocooning me
Yeah you have put your claim on me
And I’ll admit that it is exciting
So here we are
A couple of freaks can be happy too
In the corner of my mind all day-
My Smile’s Secret
In the corner of my mind all day I keep my smile’s Secret
How does this happen to me?
Stemming from boredom imploding reality
It’s not something (that) I can break from
When my body’s conducting electricity.
Yeah it’s a secret that you have me -
And it’s true that I don’t want free…
I let you put your claim on me
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Cold is the time when you have no friends,
Black heart not go back
See them as they look at you,
Fog take thy soul
Find your own way, only you alone.
These black coals will wither your bones and cross your spine,
Eat your bleeding heart and blacken your mind.
Cold is the time when you have no friends,
Black heart not go back
See them as they look at you,
Fog take thy soul
Find your own way, only you alone.
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i used to walk a long, long way
to fill up my jack-o-lantern
"look out for your sister," they would say
she stole my best piece of candy
and now i wonder
how upset i get
i don't even
have a costume yet
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Dirty found places
And old-magick pits
Through bogs and high marshes
Through witch-swamps and devil’s spit
Through howls of wolf creatures
Little demon boys too
Through covens and leeches
And under full moons
(Find ‘em)
Gonna get back little Benjamin
(Find ‘em)
Gonna track down my son
(Find ‘em)
Any hell beast or creature
(Find ‘em)
Better flat out run
Through a bottomless coffin
Down a long black-hell-trail
In a sightless old cavern
Grew the moans and the wails
My Benji was shackled
Soon to give soul up to ghost
With fire and with steel
Watched the creatures all roast
(Found ‘em)
Gonna bring back little Benjamin
(Found ‘em)
Gonna bring back our sons
(Found ‘em)
Any hell beast or creature
(Found ‘em)
Better flat out run
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Alright if you insist, I’ll take your hands off at the wrist
Plug you in to high current, the hollow heart of your frame burnt
I’ll drive screws in your spine and fill it up with chemical brine
Cut right through past the bone…
A modern brain is a modern drone
A modern brain is a modern drone
Transplant your mind bringing you online, I’ll be your 21st Century Frankenstein
Dead not alive and it feels alright, I’ll be your 21st Century Monster’s Man
You’re looking fine for a sacrifice, I’m on a mission to keep you alive
Need to belong, heart seeks… my creation is roaming the streets
They’ll despise, refuse, and reject you… a modern drone is always alone
Who’s the monster in the mirror? Wretched thing, too severe!
Transplant your mind bringing you online, I’ll be your 21st Century Frankenstein
Dead not alive and it feels alright, I’ll be your 21st Century Monster’s Man
A modern drone is always alone
A modern drone is always alone
A modern drone is always alone
A modern drone is always alone
A modern drone is always alone….
Shake me up with your monster’s moan
My God, what have I done?!
Transplant your mind bringing you online, I’ll be your 21st Century Frankenstein
Dead not alive and it feels alright, I’ll be your 21st Century Frankenstein
See red tonight! Feel the fright, I’ll be your 21st Century Monster’s Man!
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Every day is like Halloween to me.
Everything's goin' all fine and dandy until
I reveal something about me.
Everything is like Halloween.
Every day is like Halloween to me.
The news feed on the TV screen
at the bank downtown
is really giving examples of what should not be,
what should not be, see, this is how
every day is like Halloween to me.
And the people downtown
walk around in the costumes they need.
When someone really shows a sense
of fashion they stick out like a regular thumb
and here's another one you can think:
the sky looks like it's perpetually 5 o'clock outside,
we call it the 5 o'clock shadow of Grand Rapids, Michigan
where it can stay overcast for awhile.
So many dark days
make Halloween escapades
take place in my brain.
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Meet me in the forest
If only for our final hour
Seal the night with a kiss
A protest to this blackened tower
We can both escape this
Finding our bat orchid bower
High above the abyss
Souls can never be devoured
Shadows leading us to the light
Echoing our whispers in time
Shadows leading us to the light
Mimicking our footsteps in stride
Trails beneath us vanish
Deeper in the coiled timber
Hear our names on the wind
An unembellished bleak shiver
Something in our presence
Fluid movements dark and silent
This could be the moment
The sky will open up in consent
Shadows leading us to the light
Echoing our whispers in time
Shadows leading us to the light
Mimicking our footsteps in stride
Drown out our breaths as it rips through the trees
Safety in question we hasten our speed
Linked to the frailty of mortality
No hope in instinct we cling to beliefs
Cornered on all sides by something unseen
Negate the notion of ending unease
Reach for my hand as I offer a plea
One last embrace before eternity
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you better check on your nomenclature
your mouth is running rampant
like a beast of nature
your cracking of ice will not suffice
you’ve let the bats into the living room
and now my heads on fire
hell is on earth it’s never been below
what could you do
to stir up the stew
twist it twist it twist it
what could u do
there’s a snake in everybody’s able body
but a lizard does not belong to just anybody
my lizard body
don’t belong to you
unless you say it’s alright
my lizard body
don’t belong to u
unless u say its alright
now that you’ve drifted to sleep
behind the wheel again
i will return in the morning
bearing good news of the harvest i have reaped for you
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Anythings - Moonstruck
07:07
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lovely time
a forest stroll, your hand held tight in mine
but the sun is low
make haste towards home, it's best you go alone
demonize through light of night
while moon is high the wolf will bite
a vile surprise from hell inside
we howl 'til the sun arise
rise and shine
to songs of crows with tattered clothes enshrined
wading through the stream
i wash the bloody memories of my dreams
demonize through light of night
while moon is high the wolf will bite
a vile surprise from hell inside
we howl 'til the sun arise
you smell real nice
bathed in moonlight
the blood is rushing to my head
as dusk descends i chase the night and curse my bed
the moon reflect's in devil's eyes
this lunatic is on your trail
i'm running wild
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