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Heartless Sweetheart
04:18
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(Listen to, every little sound....dingling all over your body and your mind)
We stand with ignorance to be kind to absence.
We stand with ignorance to be kind to absence.
Sweetheart! Am I your slave, to your dime and pride?
Sweetheart! Am I your slave, to your dime and pride?
Black, broken heart. Heartless as we try to be.
Black, broken heart. Heartless as we try to be.
Sweetheart! Am I your slave, to your dime and pride?
Honey! This is your gift.
Lacking
Authenticity
Hiding
Insecurity
Heartless Sweetheart, Blackened Hope
Heartless Sweetheart, Blackened Hope
(Asking me to) birth the young when I moved on.
I was your
I was your
I was your...Goddamn Sweetheart
I was your
You were my
You were my...Goddamn Sweetheart
The greatest of men is not immune
The greatest of women is not immune...To ill-ridden sin.
Why?
(are you)
Lacking blase romance to hide insecurity?
Heartless Sweetheart!
Why do you want to come back to me?
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2. |
Vacant Lust
02:54
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Her cold eyes are
Vacant
Like the smile to our love
Numbing
I can't feel a damn thing
Deathly
And empty like our souls
Lovely
Like her body in lust
I wish I cared about a fucking thing
What are we
We are just another play thing
Apathetic and void from the inside
(I cannot endure
Trying to get out
another day with her
This love's lost
Why's our love a sag
How can we be alive with
A fucking bitch
Just like the way I was
A fucking bitch
She says I'm an
Asshole
I wish I wasn't)
Her heaven is my hell
God I wish I can help this
Lie in life
(Phone call's almost like a vacant home
Her hell is my heaven
and It's both our fault)
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3. |
Insects
03:36
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I dreamed of insects inside of me
eating inside until the time to flourish inside
of my body
cactuses planted
mating inside
fetal positions play
In the crib of flesh and blood
I feel the pressure in my abs
constantly expanding
veins turning black and blue'
my legs are numb
from their expansion
in my intestines
They Will feed
I didn't hope for this
Leave me in the cells
with the shadow of doubt
Wake up
Its real
Insects will feed
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4. |
Home
04:24
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Home is where the heart is
Home is where your casket is
A hopeless bed
With no sheets and comfort
welcome to your sweet dysfunction
Nothing for me here
Maybe I'll lay
In these sheets, until I'm deceased
Anxiety's ecstasy
Home Is where the heart is
Home is where your casket is
A place that is
eviscerating my soul
into a pulp
My soul into a fucking pulp
This is safety?
Fight the ones I trusted
Roam Alone
Home sweet home
This is not a home
You ignorant pig, unwelcomed clown of dis
Spit in the innocent face
I can't put in my head
Why I must stay here
In this fucking hell I call a home
Home
Is
Where
The heart is
No time for farewells
No time for weeping
The loathing session's over
Exit this comfy hell
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Volonte Noir Chicago, Illinois
Volonte Noir is the musical work by artist/musican Will Gee.
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