Тексты песен «Luxt»

Leave it bleeding with all your lies. The dirty little souls keep repeating the same old fucked, Up limits of such deep bullshit. All poor-me with wide wet eyes. You must have lives to spare in wasted time to sit and...

You'll never make me feel it, although you probably could. I won't accept this failure even though you say I should. I'll grit my teeth and bear this raping of my common sense, And wait the morning that inevitably will...

You'll never make me feel it, although you probably could. I won't accept this failure even though you say I should. I'll grit my teeth and bear this raping of my common sense, And wait the morning that inevitably will...

I've seen this all before. I swear it must. Be my curse to find myself. Victim to trust. I spend my time telling, Myself to question. But still I fall to doubt, And charity's direction. A giving heart, Can be a knife...

I've set, a trap for you. That you've gladly tripped. The wire, a supple hue. Of the pink of my lips. Unwise, to my small game, Unknown to you. All that you ever had, Must now first answer my clues. Whether or not,...

I've set, a trap for you. That you've gladly tripped. The wire, a supple hue. Of the pink of my lips. What am, I saying here In the small light of the morning, Kiss your old life goodbye, This is my ruthlessness'...

I've, lost, sane. For-got, my name. Flown, too close to the flame. I won't be tamed. Taste-d flesh. Found it less. Than it's rep. Maybe it's for the best? Give me, more. Than this cold whore. Salt on this. Open sore...

We can dance if we want to We can leave your friends behind 'Cause your friends don't dance And if they don't dance Well they're no friends of mine I say, we can go where we want to There's a place where they'll never...

Crumbling rust and rain, The stains reveal the years to me. No fears come close to entropy. The slowest choking of beauty. So metaphorical the paint, And tearing paper cries. Such wettened eyes revealing What comes to...

My mockery is spelled in ink across these shapely. Curves Of bone under this wrapping flesh. My hate won't dissipate so quickly with the coming flame. From all the tongues that echo all the old apocalyptics. One step...

There's something here I'm hiding, Somewhere under this skin. Buried below resides this, Subcutaneous grin. There's something I'm denying, Something I was something I've been Under this latex lining, filed back Behind...

You put your mouth round, suck it down - Do it again. The hunger, gnaws. The minutes, crawl. Each ventrical stalls. And calls you to fill. It's dryest of voids. Clean, chasmic annoy- Ance pulling and culling Your...

You put your mouth round, suck it down - Do it again. The hunger, gnaws. The minutes, crawl. Each ventrical stalls. And calls you to fill. It's dryest of voids. Clean, chasmic annoy- Ance pulling and culling Your...

The purity of silk within a soul. But where's the fun in that? Somewhere beneath all that spotless control, I smell a rat. You say no thanks' I'll abstain, As somewhere deeply you drool. So ask yourself once again. Who...

I am the savior in the brothel, I'm the saint trading in souls, Christ on a Harley at full throttle, Bottled angel to be sold. I hide in corners of the church, the shadowed pieces of the cross, The flock dressed in...

I am the savior in the brothel, I'm the saint trading in souls, Christ on a Harley at full throttle, Bottled angel to be sold. I hide in corners of the church, the shadowed pieces of the cross, The flock dressed in...

Worming to infest, not quite blood & far from flesh, This ugly only shows it's shadows. Running through the downpour, sore from all the sex, What's coming scares me still it ain't that bad though. The hints and...

Waste time talking to the wall, you'd be better off alive. When you think you'd seen it all, things get more hectic. Waste mind, 40 hour hell, sell your soul and sign here, What you feared is now your life. Once you...

Abandon, what does it mean? Without a care, reckless, unclean. Boredom, pushes me there ramming of empty, pulling of hair. Damage, least just a bit the joy of not, giving a shit. Face it, straight to the ground a touch...

Under your skin I am unclean I am machine. I am serpent Know where I've been? I am impure I am dirt-core. I am reptile Screaming stillborn Smooth, under the wire Bruise with a desire Truth,...