War From A Harlots Mouth / Burning Skies
War From a Harlots Mouth
EP • 2010
9 Tracks
War From a Harlots Mouth
EP • 2010
No class, no meaning, no doubts. No questions and no coming-outs. No reasons, but still on the prowl. No glory, but ruling the crowds. Nothing to say but you're still proud. With entertainment in mind and dressed in clouds. Nothing to give that I need to get. Nothing to sell that I never had. This is mass media and you don't stick out. The more things change, the more things strange, our community decays, the more things change, the more thing strange, are we damned to fail? The more things change. The more things strange. Nothing to give that I need to get. Nothing to sell that I never had. Nothing! How couldn't I question art? How couldn't?! How couldn't I question art? How!?
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
On a stranger's floor a thousand miles astray, I want to leave this place to fall and decay, my cold heart is missing home tonight, but 20 more days and no end in sight. I'm counting the days, and the change that remains, can't stop eating all the shit that I hate... haven't got payed a few nights in a row, still Mr. Important is asking for gold. His service ain't got us the smallest snack, it's his achievement there's no place to crash, he's just holding out his hands, we still have to pay for losing cash.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
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Rape 'em, kill 'em, dump 'em. It's what happens on a daily basis, there's nothing to stop it happening, so they try and try to prevent. Always the case, due to sexual urges, finding it fun, not wrong. Vanish in the air! Pollute the skies, the clouds will clear the nihilism, sucking the shit off your mind, forget your impersonations. You've made a name for yourself, you're what we call scum. Anger excitement rapist, or whatever you may be. You've made a name for yourself, you're what we call scum. Send out the search parties, for another case of RKD, on and on for centuries, just another RKD. Rape 'em, kill 'em, dump 'em, it's what happens on a daily basis, and there is nothing to stop it, stop it happening now.
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 12, 2025
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