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Neon Pale

by A BETTER HELL

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1.
Neon Pale 04:04
Voices scheme in between the sirens Ulterior static hymns Panic in concussive waves Flashing colors I've never seen Tripping violently Hymn by hymn and limb from limb These horrors begin to map their awful map We know damn well the flames are coming We know damn well So then why does the countdown leave us mesmerized? Like we saw the whites of oblivions eyes Like we saw them tear a hole in the sky and slither inside Reaching for me... Laughing like the dead warmed over In a casket I've yet to earn Greeting like a pistol whip Neon pale shades of sick The vermin will always find their way in Drowning in colors I have never seen.. Even my disguises have abandoned me
2.
Oh, how she came to rest Collecting vines and insects In her Sunday dress Cradled by the forest Oh there was never enough Evidence now all the witnesses are gone Oh there was never enough Evidence the hounds have lost the scent It's gone. There was never enough There has got to be something I'm missing Something that I couldn't see couldn't be couldn't find the trail that led you back to me I just know that there's something escaping Something that i just can't reach Falling free Into the void my life has come to be... She unhinges her jaw and digs out my heart She could swallow me whole but prefers I'm torn apart The scenery is collapsing This entity is approaching
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Condemners 05:13
-INTRO- They found me again. They found me again. They took pieces of me They took pieces of me in my own fucking home... They cursed me with the knowledge of what's coming because they knew no one would believe me..not one god damn single soul Not that it fucking matters because none of this is gonna matter soon All of this is gonna be fucking ash and they are doing this JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN By the time you hear this no one will be able to find me BY THE TIME YOU HEAR THIS NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO FIND ME -INTRO- This horror found my body and coiled me in ache Strange venom in technicolor Came crashing through my veins A prism prison A spectral stake Oh my tongue began to nova] Bright lights and paranoia Cruel shadows looming in a white florescent hell Oh will someone please believe me The events that are coming Would leave even God himself in awe EVERY LISTEN TO ME There are disasters coming That no weapon could ever stop Black outs followed by seizures My teeth grinding until they break As needles hunger for me As needles hunger for me As needles hunger for me Like the jaws of a snake Now their reach is absolute Tore my tongue out by the root Now their reach is absolute Tore my tongue out by the root Tore my tongue out by the root They took pieces of me They took pieces of me inside my own god damn home Oh will someone please believe me The events that are coming Would leave even God himself in awe EVERY LISTEN TO ME There are disasters coming That no weapon could ever stop By the time you hear this no one will be able to find me.
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Our hymns devolved into howls As we tore the tongues from our mouths Compelled to a fever I'm a true believer Now give me the list and a gun We've baited the rats with the safety Of a dead end job and a nuclear family I want to burn like books in a cult Snuff out my thoughts Be bought and sold Was it the cruelty that defined me? Just like the widows described me... I've eaten the heart where home claimed to be Lost in the coldest Hell I have seen Was it the cruelty that defined me? Just like the widows described me I've eaten the heart where home claimed to be Like 3rd degree burns in a glacial sea Everyone gnawing Desperately clawing Holes in the sky For a glimpse inside I just can't tell Are these scabs or scales? Covering us like a violent aura I just can't tell...are these scabs or scales? I just can't tell Our concussions have sank into black holes Our fevers have all spiked so horns may grow
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The trail's run cold The trail's run cold The trail's run cold Our blood runs cold We found them... Singing songs in a dead tongue We found them... I've watched this search party turn into a witch hunt From reports of some poor lost soul To a staged publicity stunt Mouthing words to their prayers Then the silence roars Oh, if we'd only known then Just miles of dead ends No trace, no sound, no blood and no prints We are being hunted Violently vanishing Footsteps walking right off the earth it seems Had we all known then...These miles of dead ends No trace, no sound, no blood, no prints. We found them Singing songs in a dead tongue We are being hunted We are being hunted We are being hunted and now we'll disappear for sport

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released September 7, 2021

Gustavo Garcia
Jordan Condery

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