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Them

Artist: The Haunted
Year: 2011
Updated: 6 years ago

I won't be your alibi for disaster. No more pathetic rehashes, I've heard enough. Predictable and self-pitying thing. Escalate your prolonged suicide.


The Skull

Artist: The Haunted
Year: 2011
Updated: 6 years ago

Easy now, don't give yourself away. Don't let them know you're breaking. These are wolves. And they carry no sympathies. . Don't look down. These are but minor details.



The City

Artist: The Haunted
Year: 2011
Updated: 6 years ago

It's infected, this city's a wasteland. Slow drone reality. Figure heads and scapegoats. Holding back the punch line. To exaggerate just right. . We're collecting IOU's and absent apologies.


Smut King

Artist: The Haunted
Year: 2007
Updated: 6 years ago

Ravaged, scarred. Book me in, imperial suit. Twenty hours, hell no. Make it a week. . A fashion deprivation. A skin-flick fantasy. The anastesia won't help you now.


Ocean Park

Artist: The Haunted
Year: 2011
Updated: 6 years ago

These brief moments aren't quite what I had in mind. Why does everything have to disintegrate?. I'm on fire most of the time. So I'm grateful there's peace to be found.


Motionless

Artist: The Haunted
Year: 2011
Updated: 6 years ago

Curse the day that you where born. Curse God above for the sheer technicalities. That will keep us apart. (We will stay separated). . Everything you say's been said before.


Fire Alive

Artist: The Haunted
Year: 2007
Updated: 6 years ago

Wake up screaming, reaching out trough despair. The images linger, memories like nails. Violation, stink of faeces, desecration of life. A burning sky, the day blackened in shame.


Done

Artist: The Haunted
Year: 2011
Updated: 6 years ago

Love is stronger than all. We can cry and pretend. But we know there's something real. . Some men say we're born into sin. But sin is an accusation. We're born free from the first breath to the last.


All Ends Well

Artist: The Haunted
Year: 2011
Updated: 6 years ago

Come here and knock on my door. Come here, step inside. Come here, take off your folds. Come here and let it go. . No one needs to know. No one if you say so.


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