Vendetta Red - Sisters Of The Red Death lyrics
- Vendetta Red Cried Rape On Their Date With Destiny
- The Body And The Blood
- A Dark Heart Silhouette
- Shiver
- In Lieu Of Dead Brides...Claustrofuckingphobic
- Silhouette Serenade
- The Banshee Ballet
- The Great Castration
- Gloria
- Run
- Coital Improv
- A Joyless Euphoria
Vendetta Red Cried Rape On Their Date With Destiny
When you're broken from the breakup and those cold tears smear your makeup
and you made sure you were dead when you left
see those swishes on your throat dear
from your left ear to your right ear
goes to show you, you're not good at breaking it off
Oh holy grace, they make love to your face.
With a boxcutter now you'll crew through the cavities.
Ropes burn your wrist, taste staining your lips 'til your crying out
Those phantoms they claw at your door.
Tied with bared wired and guitar string to a junkie sort of boxspring
You were thankful from those gym socks stuffed in your mouth
'Cause the blood soaked through the tissue
When your teeth broke, when he hit you
You denied him the pleasure he gets when you scream
Oh holy grace, they make love to your face.
With a boxcutter now you'll crew through the cavities.
Ropes burn your wrist, taste staining your lips 'til your crying out
Those phantoms they claw at your door.
Oh holy grace, they make love to your face.
With a boxcutter you'll crew through the cavities.
Ropes burn your wrist, taste staining your lips 'til your crying out
Those phantoms they claw at your door.
Say the words to the Gods,
These bastards pay with their lives.
The Body And The Blood
sister insomnia my eyes weep worms for you
angel anathema i'll drink your blood
the blood you shed for me
was all you gave to me
my bold bulimic belly dancer
narcissistic necromancer
run just run from me
as day consumes the night the earth shall cover me
medusa madonna murder me marry me
under your vapid vultures wings
i'll suckle your black milk
and let it trickle down my tongue
your womb mouth kiss could kill
as day consumes the night i'll drink your blood
my cold kinetic claws and cancer
narcissistic necromancer
this time all riots im ready to go
A Dark Heart Silhouette
I've got a secret. A terrible secret.
And if I told you would you promise to keep it secret?
I just put my head down every time they call my name
'Cause they never understand me anyway.
Every time you call my name.
In the shape of a palm on the side of her face.
Every time you call my name.
He was our teacher. Our Sunday school preacher.
And he made her stay after school one day while I waited.
And I watched him take her,
Beat her and rape her, then he said,
"If you tell anyone, I'll have God kill your mommy."
So I just put my head down
Every time they called my name,
'Cause they never understand me anyway.
Every time you call my name.
In the shape of a palm on the side of her face.
Every time you call my name.
I've got a secret. A terrible secret.
But you never understand it anyway.
Every time you call my name.
In the shape of a palm on the side of her face.
Every time you call my name.
Anyway every time you call my name.
In the shape of a palm on the side of her face.
Every time you call my name.
Shiver
fear in a frame? or the picture of a girl?
with a gorgonesque stare her scale covered hair
has got a snake in every curl.
with her forked tongue and those ash colored eyes get you down on the naked and sore
first you shiver then you die
cut your fingers on the page where those old wounds run deep.
still the taste of the sand, rosary in her hand haunt you in your sleep.
shiver, you'll shiver through the night
i'm delivered, vapid vulture to the light
gonna shiver and shiver and shiver and shiver
you'll shiver through the night
deceived by the sound the pitter patter of little feet,
was the rhythmless rave of your cloven hooved babe calling to you from the street.
she taunts you as she dances your genitals in the dirt.
your eternal heart aches, your bones bend and break but the beating barely hurts.
so desperate to love but you just can't pretend that her hands weren't claws.
your madonna was medusa in the end.
it's too late to keep your tongue from sliding round the scales of the snake.
ride the snake
In Lieu Of Dead Brides...Claustrofuckingphobic
Fucked on the gurney 'til you're black and blue,
By beheaded banshees who cackle and coo.
Who'd let a medic of blasphemous birth
Flavor his meat with the salt of the earth?
Cannons and hymnals condemn you to die,
And oh how the acolytes sing?
"Lay them on the lawn like dead virgins.
Goddess of the grove we praise thee.
Gloria.
For every one of our sisters tortured
A thousand of their sons will burn."
Fist through your gums like a five fingered kiss.
A sad toothless suitor in post coital bliss.
Roll up that dollar, and powder your nose,
You'll show up like semen on dark colored clothes.
Forceps and scalpel make a mockery of flesh,
And oh how the acolytes sing?
They're pointing, laughing, while he begs
His tormentors for just one taste
Of that wicked honey between her legs,
Before it goes away,
And she goes away.
Silhouette Serenade
The last thing I wanna do right now is read your stupid poetry
Why can't you just tell me what you really wanna say?
You'd clear your conscience with words so weak and empty
But something in your eyes gave you away
And i've been lonely like a silhouette or a serenade
A heart attack or a man betrayed
The arms of love are holding me like a silhouette or a serenade
Is this all you have to say this broken boy would hang on every word
You tell me that you need me while I slowly fall apart
You'd heal your heartache with words so cool and callous
But the absence of your tears gave you away
And I've been lonely like a silhouette or a serenade
A heart attack or a man betrayed
The arms of love are holding me like a silhouette or a serenade
And all pretty poems have to end
So I say this before I leave
If words are your weapons my dear I surrender, surrender
And I've been lonely like a silhouette or a serenade
A heart attack or a man betrayed
The arms of love are holding me to you
The Banshee Ballet
Shame rests in hollow circles under all of our eyes.
You stole the living air from me
and payback is a bitter banshee.
At the site of my grave
performed their bitter biopsy
diva and deviant dichotomy.
Sleep came in a vision of beauty,
she hovered over my bed,
she had her holy way with me,
and made me cum like the clergy.
She led me through a cluttered gallery,
took me by the hand and she said,
"Come here boy, stick your head between my legs
and start praying."
At the site of my grave
she had her holy way with me
for my benevolent biography.
The earth stood still, and the air fell ill,
and the sky bled acid rain for days.
Suckled, sincere, and crystal clear
like the sound of falling dirt upon
the lid of my coffin.
At the site of my grave,
she had her holy way with me,
and hung a halo on a hard harpy.
The Great Castration
He drew a question from a curtain of flies,
"Are there colors in the dreams of the blind?"
He knew the answer when you tore out his eyes,
"Does black count?"
Flaccid the severed member you clench.
Exalted walking carrion stench.
Your scorned lover was a street working wench.
And she whored you.
Rejoice and join the great castration.
Sharpen your knives.
They swarm down a manicured talon flood.
Like frenzied harpies in a rapture of blood.
How comical we used to call you a stud.
Now you're stumpy.
Fervent disciple my unholy desire.
Shriek harmonies in our immaculate choir.
And set these androgynous corpes afire.
Those sexless seraphim are memories.
She won't pick your bones after all.
Your skull took its place upon the wall.
Where her spirit scarred you,
those maggots are married to you.
RAPE
They found her swinging from a pipe
in the basement of the church of Jesus Christ.
We sang RAPE.
We know whose hands are stained red.
Gloria
took half your face and both your eyes
it left you nothing but paralyzed
and mushroom clouds it left behind
our city's crumbling but i don't mind
the ether tastes like nausea,
a permanent distraction
from the waking world outside
rain down, gloria
rain down, gloria
rain down, gloria
rain down, gloria
like scared teens on ecstasy
an epileptic dance party
so shut your mouth
and don't you scream
just hold my hand girl and dance with me
to the sound of severed hands clapping
and our untimely funeral
bombs wrap children round sweet scents
rain down, gloria
rain down, gloria
rain down, gloria
rain down, gloria
in the soundful rain
in the flames in the fallout
i hear the echoes of an empire calling out your name
what goes to show me what your to serenade
and through the smoke i heare them singing
i hear them singing gloria
rain down, gloria
rain down, gloria
rain down, gloria
rain down, gloria
Run
Shoot to kill, she wrapped her legs around my face.
Stripped down when she went down and that's all.
And where is art?
It's in the tears of the retarded children,
when you tell them there's no God.
You'll fall asleep forever,
but never close your eyes.
'Cause every day you're wishing
you could hold her through the night.
She'd have you sing the chorus
then watch the years go by
but I don't mind.
The meat talks back, divorce my head off of my neck
to dine on hot organs, and that's all.
And where is love?
It's on the blade of this old knife,
your lover took your life and took off.
"Lay them on the lawn like dead virgins.
Goddess of the grove."
Coital Improv
Hey miscarriage,
I was hoping you'd catch my white knuckled wave.
But the umbilical bars of your seraphant cell,
they're all,
"Hey now what's that sound?"
Machine guns fire in a shantytown.
"The American mask of a terrorist clown?"
The stealth jet bombers and mushroom clouds coming down.
Congregation; behold our daughter,
the perversion of the age.
With these forceps, I waved hello,
and tried to pluck you from the womb.
Hang your head in shame;
ye dare accuse our mother.
A curse upon your name and all your future sons.
The hour is at hand, and she will be the herald
for the reign of womankind.
Let the blood rain down forever and ever.
A Joyless Euphoria
A scream engaged to peel your eyelids back.
Her skin like silk, my lips like knives.
A marriage of art and atrocity.
A sultry silhouette ensemble.
Rib into lung. Head on collision.
Tooth into tongue. Insipid succubi.
Match to the fuse.
And I'm un-anesthetically revived,
so ashamed that I survived.
A faceless fuck betrothed to his bedside,
A bed pan for a bride.
"And now that this curse is in my blood,
a time of redemption has begun.
A song for the ages, silent and sweet."
The voice of forever singing through me.
Our varicose unholy abortionist
inquisitors' black crusade.
To cleanse your womb unfit for demon seed.
An anti-nest for the anti-christ.
"Can you hear me?
There's something I've been wanting to tell you.
When you were laying face down
in a pool of blood and broken glass,
you never looked so beautiful.
So who's the big man now, motherfucker?
The one missing his arms and legs?
Well I wanna lick those bloody stumps,
and cum candy in your mouth until you cry."