Strange in Stereo

Where there used to be a wax-candle Blowing in the rhythm of a mind inside a man Working in the shadows of a midnight land where words were sealed with feathers on Rough papers like a symbol of the present madness and its demand This absence is more than I can handle in lack of a seven-inch candle Desperately waiting for a woman to abuse me and amuse with sharpened fingernails Thorns in modelled trance I would like to crawl underneath your skin revel in forbidden and ferocious sin touch your breath feel the satisfaction there is nothing like a stunning piece of nighttime attraction We would bring in some species of nature if you were closer now throw them right across this room if you were closer now ???? the laws, no words upon our lips if you were present now celebrate our presence until noon I feel you're closing in somehow. Join in - the mysteries of heaven miserable, optional doors Maybe sell our fortune to a devil on the way Abuusement that tunr us into slaves. A song about the words so commercially despised prostitution trapped them in a corner of my life Lines, though I know a place where they still can be written down and blossom like only spring can do when winter has been around So come with me and the pleasures of mine We'll walk the dawn fields, expose the secrets of life There is no simple desire Only harvesting of your bare fruit Too many words I cannot put words to too many movements I cannot hide

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

I want to flee A pause from the dim Where are the thought that I saved? Trapped in an old silent film They runned the usual tests Tiny, tiny veins Yet flow so constant and strong I saw my life in red They'll never forget These cells of mine How can they forgive That I figured the code they carried I want to flee A pause from the dim He gave me a stone And I went to sleep

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

I spoke so well that evening I sang so well of light Wish I may wish I might Have this wish I wish tonight The more we sang of wonders The more we drank our wine Suddenly a ghost appeared The clock sang number nine We spoke from end of table His majesty, the chief - You shall take what you deserve From comfort and relief This words combined with manhood - In alcohole entwined - Made all the saying into jokes And good eyes into blind I tried to taste their warfare - My lips could barely move When I did as much as I could do To fit into their groove But as it proved impossible To satisfy their needs I solved my little problem And accomplished all my deeds For I spoke so well that evening I sang so well that night Wish I would Wish I could be swallowed By your light

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Words can never justify That I have never spoken Communication broken I try to understand My wordless, little language Is all you'll ever need To reach the bottom of my basement She'll guide you through her midnight hall And offer you a place on the Gallery wall Perhaps you'll hear 'bout our history She quotes from texts on papyrus You gladly follow when she takes Your hand and lead you further down The corridor You peeled the fruit but threw away The stones did it taste sweet?

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Here I am Back again to save you I am the incarnation of all that is pure Of all that is you The island in your ocean so cruel I am warmth Your guiding star and the wheel in your car I am all that you are And you will never get far Without my presence But you can never have me The words I bring and the song I sing - Chaos cannot charge the breed of order You'll never be able to reach me The tales I tell of our stereo-hell - We're doomed to be a first decree of murder This is how I want it to be I cannot escape and you will never get Rid of me We ride the Decadence of culmination Tomorrow we may hunt down revelation If tomorrow comes For the chosen ones... We are the poles and the world is our feast

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

What is addiction with absence of drug What is grey without the presence of white Days remain hollow with absence of night When I fell into my absence and knew Not what to do I made a can of coffee - smoked a Cigarette or two This is like a Hunger - This day is lake a feast A last supper to materialize the Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet She lives in the attic - A floor in between My room and the comets - Of chaos and dreams I'm awaiting the crack of dawn - the smell Of morning - where the sound of her Footsteps can comfort and cure It takes quite a while to get things In perspective A bleak, coloured tile Upon the wall - so pale and objective But how would I gain from this knowledge When I know not where to go At noon I woke and wondered of beds and dirty sheets Accompanied by the playground and the children in the street A weather-beaten symbol from the cradle to the grave will slam the doors I opened for the leaves that blew away You are my cure

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Empty... It cuts me like a razor I am feeling cold as ice Deep into the brain I can see The skin of an old man I am trying to understand These strange eyes End the voices in my head Your arrows have touched me Your right hand is too heavy on me Because you are punished You're indignant There is nothing fresh on my body Bleeding wounds are killing me Release me from my hate End, show me the way Out of this pain In the shadow of your wings I seek humankind shelter I can see the earth I can see the sun Everything is clear in my heart I can see the moon I can see the son Everything is clear in my world

We've got electric light - electric sight Electric mother river You float on down from town to town where they Think they are in a certain charge Moody angels and a little tree-goat - We might even try and we might even float Far up in the sky where mother Sun put her rays We can see the garden flow with its electric face And the knowledge we gained from clouds Gone insane is the rhythm of the ol' triangle To gather up some rain C'mon, the river rape them - Slaves of the moon And the monster will turn up in the end To settle down next June So, why do they strive across their stream of lies For they might turn vital, mean and wild And we'll turn them into matchsticks that'll burn Them 'till they die I will leave far tonight You'd better find another Clown for your circus to feed our common enlightenment... Through and through

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

One week have passed, my weary widow - Perfume for the harbour-boat Relieve me from your neck of marble Release me when your limbs afloat Follow yours and catch the diamonds Before all hell reveals to thee I cannot strive for understanding As there is nothing more for me I will never feel one moments sadness For the days we never shared As I have left the grip of changes With you, my everlasting madness

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

I urged for a walk in the garden on a tranquil Dawn in June The silence caused by man himself And chaos by the moon The snake was dragged In leather black - as draped in common conscience Aestethically he crawled away from a neighborhood Of nonsense Materialized a howling dog neglected by the Captain's log and flogged into obedience - Now he's my brother too Down along the banks there was this brittle, little Girl that never begged to be released into a Derailed world Being chained to the lies of A universal order she's now - like the snake + Dog - my innocent, pre-whacked brother But the grass is still green - If you know what I mean (Just like the blood runs red And you know you are a-dying) With a head filled to the brim Of their legalized lead For when the heat becomes to heavy They will pack their bags and leave You easily reveal the sins of brothers so naive (This fable is a damned one - you will damn it, believe...)

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025