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THE RAPE OF SUICIDE
I will fly from the arms of the mourning star
To the savaged horizons of ravaged scars
On the crux of demonic choirs
When the skies are alight
With the departed fires
I live hard like the heart of a Judas goat
And rest easy like the wisp of winter’s ghost
O dear Lord, O dear Lord
Betwixt the celebrators and the mourned
O dark Lord, O dark Lord
Cleaved through the heart of the scorned
You’ve never lived
If you’ve ever loved
A false idol within your heart
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
I walk through cemeteries of yesterday
And mummer all my curses among the graves
Damn this chrysalis of thirteen
Angels alight with faith
War with my infernal machine
This charnel house smells of moldering incense
As faltering hearts flutter with suspense
O dear Lord, O dear Lord
Betwixt the celebrators and the mourned
O dark Lord, O dark Lord
Cleaved through the heart of the scorned
You’ve never lived
If you’ve ever loved
A false idol within your heart
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
for all those that languish among the fallen
like summer leaves forsaken by Autumn
abandoned by the gods of sacrifice
Because I got a date
WITH THE RAPE OF SUICIDE
O dear Lord, O dear Lord
Betwixt the celebrators and the mourned
O dark Lord, O dark Lord
Cleaved through the heart of the scorned
You’ve never lived
If you’ve ever loved
A false idol within your heart
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
To the savaged horizons of ravaged scars
On the crux of demonic choirs
When the skies are alight
With the departed fires
I live hard like the heart of a Judas goat
And rest easy like the wisp of winter’s ghost
O dear Lord, O dear Lord
Betwixt the celebrators and the mourned
O dark Lord, O dark Lord
Cleaved through the heart of the scorned
You’ve never lived
If you’ve ever loved
A false idol within your heart
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
I walk through cemeteries of yesterday
And mummer all my curses among the graves
Damn this chrysalis of thirteen
Angels alight with faith
War with my infernal machine
This charnel house smells of moldering incense
As faltering hearts flutter with suspense
O dear Lord, O dear Lord
Betwixt the celebrators and the mourned
O dark Lord, O dark Lord
Cleaved through the heart of the scorned
You’ve never lived
If you’ve ever loved
A false idol within your heart
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
for all those that languish among the fallen
like summer leaves forsaken by Autumn
abandoned by the gods of sacrifice
Because I got a date
WITH THE RAPE OF SUICIDE
O dear Lord, O dear Lord
Betwixt the celebrators and the mourned
O dark Lord, O dark Lord
Cleaved through the heart of the scorned
You’ve never lived
If you’ve ever loved
A false idol within your heart
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
Published 27th Mar 2019
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(c) 2019 Frank Green
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27th Mar 2019 5:46am
28th Mar 2019 3:54am
Thank you. I would think the Rape of Suicide would mean that no matter how hard you want it, for whatever reason, you keep messing it up.
29th Mar 2019 2:45am
with the right bass and smoke in the background this would be great to hear. <3
30th Mar 2019 1:12am
30th Mar 2019 1:15am
