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Apille Falls to Earth
05:03
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On a dark night, between here and there
A random place, just outside of nowhere.
The mother-whore spreads her legs open wide
Ready to release the Apille inside.
Apille appears in pools of afterbirth.
Soon the world will judge and determine her worth.
Now, just an infant, larvae from the womb.
She will arise like a Phoenix moon.
Apille falls to earth
Screaming in her birth.
Busts into the scene
Like an actress on the screen.
Apille's coming out
With innocence and doubt.
She's born deaf and blind
To the world that lives outside.
Apille's in the crib, her eyes are closed.
Soft and tender flesh, she smells of rose.
When she awakes the baby will cry
But she's still unaware that one day she must die.
Soon she will rot straight to the core.
Flies will devour when she falls to the floor.
For now she is safe resting in her bed
But there is a bomb ticking in her head.
Apille has arrived and she's here to stay.
She struggled and pushed and made her way.
Apille has arrived the world won't be the same
She will have to learn the rules of the game.
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Blume
04:15
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One, two, what will you do?
Three, four, Apille's growing for sure.
Five, six, she is taking her licks.
Seven, eight, she is learning to hate.
Nine, ten, it's a matter of when.
Eleven, twelve, Apille's bringing the hell.
Thirteen, Fourteen, hard like morphine.
Fifteen, Sixteen, she is so mean.
Apille is blooming and she's breaking all the rules.
Ones that her mother taught, ones that she learned in school.
She's always on the run, better catch her if you can.
She is moving faster than a girl has ever ran.
Apille's blooming where she was planted.
But her world's becoming slanted.
The ground is shaking beneath her feet.
Her ripened flesh is turning sweet.
Apille is changing and her flesh has ripened sweet.
There's not a man alive that could refuse her meat.
But she has poison in a gland that can't be seen.
It foils many men who try to plot and scheme.
Apille is rising but her world is tinted blue.
She's gained some insight in what she is here to do.
She finally looked out far and saw right to the edge.
She glimpsed the ending from her perch upon the ledge.
Apille's blooming where she was planted.
And her world it seems so slanted.
She was bright but she's feeling blue.
She knows what one day will come true.
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3. |
Fertile Eyes
04:26
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He giveth and taketh as he pleases, you cannot change his will.
Apille became his chosen vessel, he made her to lie still.
A gust of wind, a sharp pinch inside, and the deed is done.
Soon she shall give birth to a child, he'll be a holy son.
The spirit looked at her with fertile eyes.
Apille became this human sacrifice.
To bring to birth the mythic second son.
Apille today became the chosen one.
There was no question, just a simple commandment, bring the child to term.
The seed was placed in Apille's womb while she quivered and she squirmed.
There is no pleading, no turning back, the spirit always gets his way.
And Apille felt it growing inside her, it filled her with dismay.
Day by day, the child is growing.
Inside her body, Apille starts showing.
And the rage is quickly rising.
The son inside she starts despising
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4. |
Miss Carriage
05:15
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Anger fuels Apille's silent rage, she refuses to be a pawn.
When the sun rises from the east, the child will then be gone.
The coathanger slides inside and erases the helpless life.
The second son's heart now beats no more, a victim of the knife, of . . .
Miss Carriage
Apille's gonna kill the fetus.
Miss Carriage
And she knows that he will see this.
Miss Carriage
Middle finger to the sky.
Miss Carrige
Not a tear in her eye.
"His will or not", she says, Apille flushes the fetus down.
In pools of crimson blood, if not dead it will drown.
Blood loss and pain inside has Apille on the floor.
But Apille smiles wide, now free from what she bore.
Apille didn't want it inside.
Apille killed it and she nearly died.
Apille says it was all worthwhile.
Apille said it with a smile.
Miss Carriage
Apille killed away the fetus.
Miss Carriage
And she knows that he did see this.
Miss Carriage
Middle finger down the drain
Miss Carriage
The baby's floating away.
Miss Carriage
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5. |
Consequence
05:42
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She knew well the punishment would come,| a result of her decision.
To destroy the second son, | cutting short his eventual mission.
Sores and boils from head to toe | said the penalties would be severe.
Apille realized this was just the start |, it was all downhill from here.
She didn't know what the consequence would be
Exterminating a holy child.
She didn't know but she knew she would be free
From the bondage that she reviled.
When her breasts shriviled and fell off, she cursed up at the sky.
Her genitailia covered in lesions, she curled in a ball and cried.
She had only been true to herself, but she must have been a fool.
To think that to a jealous god, she was anything but a tool.
Her pain was unimaginable.
Her life became unbearable.
She tried to hide but there was no where to run.
Her lips were wrapped tight around the gun.
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Elivante
04:49
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Boils and sores, she dragged herself inside to see the priest.
Elivante knew right away the wrath that Apille had released.
Incantations, balms, and salves, would be of little use.
This is war with the immortal one, with no hope for a truce.
"Nothing can save you
No one can save you
Nothing can save you.
I cannot save you."
"Now just what have you done,
Killing the chosen son?
This struggle has just begun,
The fight that can't be won."
"Elivante, please!" she said, her eyes awash with tears.
"I had no choice in this, I can't run from my fears."
Elivante felt deep compassion, he couldn't turn away.
"There is only one thing to do, there is no other way."
"Fight like we've never fought before.
We might still lose the war.
Fight like we've never fought before.
We'll either die or settle the score."
"The redepmtion of Apille begins today!"
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7. |
Apples for Apille
03:32
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Elivante and Apille sitting in a tree
P-I-C-K-I-N-G
Filling up baskets, fling them towards the sky.
If their plan fails, they are sure to die.
Think back to eden, there's one fruit that offends.
A symbol of sin and all the evil of men.
Put them in the basket and throw them up high.
High enough to reach and break through the sky.
Apples for Apille, throw them like they are bombs.
Searching for the face of a most angry God.
Chances are slim but this is all that you've got.
Cock back your arm, throw it up, take your shot.
Apples to the sky like a swarm of grenades.
Weapon of choice for the people of clay.
Ammo from the orchard, it's a vegetal cannon.
Take a bite for luck and throw the missile of mammon.
Apples for Apille, it's the war of the world.
The sting of sin thrown to the sky whenever it's hurled.
Throwing apples at the Lord, to stand at Apille's defense.
It's just a tiny hope, but let the apples commence.
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8. |
Thunder and Frightening
04:13
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Clouds on the horizon like black billows of smoke.
Air so thick and damp, you could almost choke.
Rumbles of wrath thunder over the hills.
They provoked a deity, this is the fate that it yields.
Lightning crashes, only inches away.
Apille and Elivante are frozen at the display.
Mouth of hell is gaping, they are standing at the edge.
Another boom and a flash, almost careened off the ledge.
After the apples, came the thunder and frightening
Souls illuminated by the flash of the lightening
Scared and unprepared for this retaliation
Deep in the clutches of a bleak situation.
Elivante sheltered Apille on the ground with his coat.
It felt like they had an apple stuck deep in their throats.
Paralyzed with fear as the hail rained down.
They both tryed to cry out, but couldn't manage a sound.
Several minutes passed, and it felt like the end.
Witnessing apocalypse is hard to comprehend.
A final flash of lightening before the sky cleared.
It seemed they had survived, but still were like headlight deer.
The revenge of a vengeful god.
The revenge of a vengeful god.
The revenge of a vengeful god.
The pale horse rideth in.
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9. |
Regress and Regret
05:46
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Apille says:
I don't know anymore about the way things are working out.
Maybe I should've just played along, now crushed with fear and doubt.
It all made sense when I made my choice, I stood and took my ground.
I threw my apples and I suffered long, yet nothing's turned around
I'll regress and I'll regret,
I'll obsess, I can't forget.
The course I've charted I can't sustain.
Feels like a nail driven through my brain.
I'll regress and I'll regret,
Because the worst is not done yet.
The choice I made keeps haunting me.
And danger signs are all I see.
The lightening flashed and the thunder crashed, I know I can never win.
God's only interested in results, and exacting his wrath on sin.
I broke the rules, I played my hand, maybe this is what I get.
But even if I surrender now, my fate will not reset.
I am left wondering for now.
If I can win this game somehow.
Or am I doomed to suffer forever?
The only word I hear is never.
Never.
Never.
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10. |
Fruit and Stem
05:11
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Elivante says to Apille:
Please don't be afraid, baby, that old testament terror has been at it for years.
Been after me my whole damn life, but somehow I'm still here.
I will take you by the hand, we will run so far and fast,
We will escape the outstreched arm ever seeking to harass.
I will protect you forever,
Like a bee defends the queen.
Even from a tyrant god,
Vicious and obscene.
We are like a fruit and stem now,
Forged in fire, and bound by my vow.
Two-headed beast so strong in battle.
I am the snake and you the rattle.
We are like a fruit and stem and
though separate weak, we make a strong stand.
I can hold you high in safety,
Above the ground where death awaits thee.
I've always tried to be a good person, but I've always been opposed to the god-man.
I know that I can never be a saint, I guess I'll have to settle for "saint-an".
But I can be your fallen angel, if you'll be the "Apille" to my stem.
Worse comes to worse, we can always fall back on two are twice as hard to condemn.
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11. |
Escape to Withering
05:23
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Apille says to Elivante:
I am sorry to say, it isn't you, it is me.
I must wither and die for me to ever be free.
The god that I've created lives on in my head.
He'll never go away until the day that I'm dead.
He was created when I was still very small.
My momma and poppa were the first to install.
That fatal ideology that led me to this.
Now give me a kiss, before I enter the abyss.
This thought process is fatal.
From when I was in the cradle.
Taught me I was a god made thing.
Now my only escape is withering.
I love you but I need for you to please understand.
I was born into fear with this bible in my hand.
The thought will ever haunt me till my synapses fail.
It's like my brain was apprehended and locked up in jail.
My only escape is in this kamikaze mission.
I'm bound and clamped and attached to this dire superstition.
If I could just erase my mind I'd start over again,
And stay right here with you, but I must speed to my end.
Now I must wither and fade away.
Now I'm decaying, everything going gray.
Now I must wither and fade away.
This is goodbye. I can no longer stay.
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Thomas Christ Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Hailing from Pittsburgh PA, Thomas Christ is an industrial rock/electro rock solo project that began in 1999. With 18 albums (and counting), Thomas Christ continues to deliver emotionally and politically charged rock and electronic music that draws inspiration from a wide variety of genres an aggressive, industrial edge that must be heard to be appreciated. ... more
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