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Lamp Black and Cadmium
03:53
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Day One
Satisfied, I provide suffocation, now you’re begging to be denied.
In your throat there’s a note that’s singing out “lose your mind.”
And I can tell you that - two pairs of blue are screaming “leave your morals at the door!”
These avatars of lust are seeking more.
Oh Black and Red fill my vision, and these highlights they are blinding me again.
To be owned is such a joy.
To be thrown aside is easy when you bite your voice.
So close my heart and give me strength to fly.
We can dream until we die. We can dream until we cry.
Lamp Black and Cadmium burning into the canvas of your soul.
Oh no, we’ve made a mess again.
Blood Red is raring but she’s hampered by the institution.
Pitch Black is aching for rejection.
Blood and Pitch are filling up again.
And every space is covered by your love, and by your leave I die.
To be owned is such a joy.
To be thrown aside is easy when you bite your voice.
So close my heart and give me strength to fly.
We can dream until we die. We can dream until we cry.
Blood and Pitch are filling up again.
And every space is covered by your love, and by your leave I die.
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2. |
Teeth, Zombies, Marriage
03:38
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Day Two
Shifting at the edge of your sight, move out in the dead of night.
You know it’s an easy prey, a demonstration of all you say.
Your methods are unpredictable, your ethics seem inscrutable. Subordinates say they wanna breathe in the light of day.
Can you spare the marrow? Incisors will be gone.
So crush your bones to dust. Anything to earn your trust.
Your capacity for ecstasy is intimidating to me.
And now I can’t decide whether to ignite, or just sit and smoulder in agony.
Can you spare the marrow? Can you spare the ring?
I need another dead thing.
Can you be a witness? Can you be the bride?
So crush your bones to dust. Anything to earn your trust.
Loving me, is like pulling teeth.
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3. |
Walking in the River
04:13
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Day Three
Walking in the river, searching for the scent.
Guided by the ripples, and shimmers on your skin.
You wanna make an offer, it’s getting kinda warm.
You’re moving on.
Walking round in circles, or spirals, or any kind of pattern that you wish.
Talking round in riddles while you touch your lip and lead the conversation.
Anyone can see in the shadows if they need to.
Do you want it all? Do you wanna taste the fruits of life?
All you need is a moment to be remembered in your right, but you’re running out of light.
The darkness is inviting, the bushes are a home. You wanna make a stop.
Running through the questions, closer to the cut, the pulse begins to rush.
And all the courage you displayed begins to wilt in the air.
Impatience rising threatens to erase the atmosphere there.
Anyone can see in the shadows if they need to.
Do you want it all? Do you wanna taste the fruits of life?
All you need is a moment to be remembered in your right, but you’re running out of light.
So don’t go walking in the river any more.
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4. |
Sabre Armour Ignition
03:40
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Day Four
His core is honeycombed, he’ll swindle all you own.
Out from under, honest people lose their homes.
He’ll make you sweat, convince you you’re in debt.
Pump you full of poisons and lies, there’s no kindness in his eyes.
He will insist that you are weakened and slumbering.
He will obfuscate your freedom, don’t let him try.
We are marching out, riding forth, to reclaim - our birthright was sold. Count them all. People screaming out, reaching up to restore what you stole.
Sabre, Armour, Ignition
He thinks he’ll escape us, take refuge in the ground.
He’s banking on an easy death.
You’d think the money bound would understand the concept of payback a little bit better.
He wants to be gone before it hits the fan, too bad.
We’ll eat you for breakfast, and savour the smell.
Wish you well as you take your final bow.
These nihilistic structures loom in all our hearts, but they’ll crumble in the wind.
We are marching out, riding forth, to reclaim - our birthright was sold. Count them all. People screaming out, reaching up to restore what you stole.
Sabre, Armour, Ignition
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5. |
Someone Else's Problem
03:50
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Day Five
I tried to give an explanation but the words wouldn’t flow. Oh no.
Faces sink in disappointment, now you want me to go out there and get ‘em.
I see the urgency and I wonder why it falls to me to meet them in the field.
Can’t you see I’m begging?
Guess I told you all I know. Could be mad enough to try to save them all.
Meet my maker with a smile (he’ll tear it off)
Bare the contents of my soul (he’ll rip it up)
I thought honest hearts would be enough to make the cut, but I can’t see my actions on the wall. (somebody else can take the fall)
A second chance was all I needed to rethink how I own my flaws, they’re many.
But the temptation to succumb to my distractions is fierce.
Do you believe me?
Who am I to tell you what to do?
I’m no exception to the call.
Guess I told you all I know. Could be mad enough to try to save them all.
If we could tear ourselves from our reflections maybe we could tackle the injustice of this world.
Meet my maker with a smile (he’ll tear it off)
Bare the contents of my soul (he’ll rip it up)
I thought honest hearts would be enough to make the cut, but I can’t see my actions on the wall. (somebody else can take the fall)
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6. |
Take the Stairs
03:40
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Day Six
I should be grateful, your biggest gift has been good to me.
Filled with anger, I get shit done.
A blazing power burns like the sun.
I’ll take it, thrust the spear.
Transform repression into gold.
Unforgettable, you really ought to be proud.
Mouthful after mouthful I’m still hungry for more.
I’m in a good position, insults give me inspiration, and all the others give me hope.
I am ending our relations, rejecting your fixations, don’t lose your footing on the stairs.
I’ll take it, thrust the spear.
Transform repression into gold.
Unforgettable, you really ought to be proud.
Mouthful after mouthful I’m still hungry for more.
Unforgettable, you really ought to be proud.
Mouthful after mouthful I am begging for more.
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7. |
Fang Dance
04:05
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Day Seven
Find the signals, and light the fire. Coz I wanna touch your soul, but I’m drowning in the smoke.
Gotta be careful, there’s too many people. But I know it ain’t hard to see the effect you have on me.
So blow my cover, and pull my heart out. Can you admit to me it’s kind of funny when you look at it from here?
I can’t help but feed the beast in you.
So do you want me to release you?
I wanna witness the destruction of the shackles that you wear, and meet you in the bitter light of day.
(You can bite me, you can fight me, you can cover me in cuts. There’s nothing on the table I’d consider too much.)
You need a monster, you want a freak, you want a soldier, but you got me.
Disappointed in my flaws? But I warned you, I got claws, and I wanna play.
I can’t help but feed the beast in you.
So do you want me to release you?
I wanna witness the destruction of the shackles that you wear, and meet you in the bitter light of day.
(You can bite me, you can fight me, you can cover me in cuts. There’s nothing on the table I’d consider too much.)
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Mischa Reinthal Brisbane, Australia
Fourth generation professional performing artist, Mischa Reinthal is a multi-talented artist, fluent in composing, performing and producing music in many styles and genres (vocals, guitar, bass, drums, keyboard, viola). Mischa's artistry also includes elaborate costume design and construction, film production, animation and writing. ... more
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