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Delicate Pallor
05:48
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These gashes and my injections of strychnine
Allow me to keep light bulb skin
Allow me to keep delicate pallor
Allow me to keep light bulb skin
Trust dead on this oh beautiful one
Inbred coffins hold her diary son
The men so white they shouldn’t survive
With blood stained black hair in their eyes
These gashes and my injections of strychnine
Allow me to keep light bulb skin
Allow me to keep delicate pallor
Allow me to keep light bulb skin
The men so white they shouldn’t survive
With blood stained black hair in their eyes
Blame the concept of this myth for this
It hangs pierced and maims my wrist
Trust dead on this oh beautiful one
Inbred coffins hold her diary son
The men so white they shouldn’t survive
With blood stained black hair in their eyes
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Mortal Wound
05:24
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Sing to the stars that holler the name
As she lays in her bed and bled in vain
And all the shadows slept in the wind
As I watched her from afar
But this mortal wound is cut too deep
Shadows have died children are calling
A torn page from past moments remain
Temptations of a demonic-devine
Came toward for which that I loved
Sing to the stars that holler the name
As she lays in her bed and bled in vain
And all the shadows slept in the wind
As I watched her from afar
But this mortal wound is cut too deep
Shadows have died children are calling
A torn page from past moments remain
Temptations of a demonic-devine
Came toward for which that I loved
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Somewhat Devious
03:26
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She may speak ill of me
And thousands may see me
In a foul light I keep you
Inability to completely believe
There is no reason to cover this
Throughout your life love
When you were awakened by sounds
Undone by a warm tear that wasn’t your own
That wasn’t your own
She may speak ill of me
And thousands may see me
In a foul light I keep you
Inability to completely believe
There is no reason to cover this
Throughout your life love
When you were awakened by sounds
Undone by a warm tear that wasn’t your own
That wasn’t your own
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On softly woven fabrics
And black laden sheets
Escape to the moonlight
Ours alone to feast
Young androgynous boy in black
His tale-tell heart lifted to the sea
In my eyes I see the light
That lies behind the darkest side
In my eyes I see the light
That lies behind your phantom-less eyes
Voices whisper in my mind
Of forgotten people left to lie
Dead flowers stain the scarlet side
Of the hills that wonder in my eyes
Beautiful young girl in black
Her tale-tell heart lifted to the sea
In my eyes I see the light
That lies behind the darkest side
In my eyes I see the light
That lies behind your phantom-less eyes
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Thin fingers caress an envisioned man
Horizontal and weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Cowering away between two walls
Fear seeps through skin
Grip my hands as I heave to the floor
Feel my lifeless body drained and used like a whore
Grip these tears that coat my eyes
And let me sleep forevermore
Thin fingers caress an envisioned man
Horizontal and weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Cigarettes burn and fill the air
Breath so still I can feel her stare
Grip my hands as I heave to the floor
Feel my lifeless body drained and used like a whore
Grip these tears that coat my eyes
And let me sleep forevermore
The devil’s blood eating away my skin
Licking at my tongue—an elaborate sin
Cigarettes burn and fill the air
My breath so still I can feel her stare
Night turns to day in an array of light
My body falls ill slender and light
Reality drops like candle wax beads
Burning the bliss away from the dream
Away from the dream
Away from the dream
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In this constant state
We begin to consider our own being
A cruel game of heaven or hell
In sunlit madness and cutting cold
Keeping time with our despair
Praying—praying for the verdict
To console our fears
The hanged man waits upon the wall
The hanged man waits to dissolve
In a time when our eyes lay veiled
In a moment of flash—I am with you
The hand of time moves through the years
And in silence we are unanswered
Afraid of the unknown—afraid of ourselves
And as I meet God in death I shall fear no evil
The hanged man waits upon the wall
The hanged man waits to dissolve
In a time when our eyes lay veiled
In a moment of flash I am with you
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Praise Of Folly Los Angeles, California
Praise Of Folly is the gothic post punk band of California based singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Thomas McFarlan. The band’s sound has an inventive and eclectic character to it that combines a hypnotic gothic post punk aesthetic with art rock sensibility—leaving common gothic music cliches in the dust. ... more
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