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1. |
To Find a God
03:58
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You ask me where is god,
You ask me how to pray.
You ask me when to sing,
You ask me when to play.
God is underground,
buried and dead.
Killed two thousand years ago,
never to rear his head.
Get on your hands and knees,
pray to the dirt.
If there was a god at all,
his corpse lies in the earth.
Christians dig a hole,
go down and look for god,
or whatever's left when they
killed him with their rods.
Christians dig a hole,
go down and look for god,
or whatever's left when they
killed him with their rods.
God is underground,
buried and dead.
Killed two thousand years ago,
never to rear his head.
Get on your hands and knees,
pray to the dirt.
If there was a god at all,
his corpse lies in the earth.
God is underground,
buried and dead.
Never to exist.
Worship yourself instead.
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2. |
The Jesus Cult
04:56
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promise unto them salvation
the reality is death and starvation
blame all the sinners but it isn't their fault
misery's hand is the Jesus cult
nail yourself to the tree
in self-degrading hypocrisy
pretend to care as best as you can
a cheap imitation of compassionate man
talk to the windows and pray to the doors
i'm climbing through mine while you're closing yours
scarred hands and feet is all you'll achieve
for the blood that is shed by the ones who believe
baptism is post-birth abortion
manipulative religious distortion
living you life as would a slave
they'll never return those tithings you gave
hammer in nails to pierce all your flesh
you blame all your sins on the TV and sex
sit back and watch as they rape your child
while chastity belts are sold in the isles
i will not believe
you will not deceive
i will not believe
you will not deceive
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3. |
Ministry of Misery
05:28
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prophets and priests
sages and seers
all the deceivers
and the misfit believers
they tell you that christ
did it for you
and you are evil
if you don't do it too
nails nails
hammer them in
pay pay
for your life of sin
thorns thorns
jaggers of scorn
misery ministry that you adore
pile on the guilt
cuz you are so dirty
fall to your knees
o god please don't hurt me
no pleasure no sex
or any of those
your god up in heaven
fucking his hoes
god is evil
you are feeble
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4. |
Human Wrecking Ball
06:40
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i was the assassin in the night
who came for blood, who came to fight.
i was the serpent in the grass
come to shatter you like glass.
i was the sniper on the knoll
intending to pierce you with a hole.
i was the bug with poison fangs
who came to avenge and watch you hang.
If you want to call me your killer
ignore all the love that i gave.
you will have to turn the gun around and
send me into my grave.
forget i bought you flowers
they all died away.
forget we talked for hours
you never cared what i say.
Show me you hate me
blow off my head
kill me
i'll be dead
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5. |
The Flowers are Dead
06:45
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Remember the roses with baby's breath,
Given in dozens at a time?
They've been replaced by bitter words,
And fear in both of our minds?
Remember the flowers that once were alive?
Now are dead, petals on the ground.
Without love not a thing can live,
Especially when you're gagged, tied, and bound.
I once would send you flowers arranged,
To show the love I had;
But now all you send are dead flower corsages,
Of love that was just a fad.
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6. |
Feel Like A Christ
05:19
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i was born into your world.
the bastard son of a raped little girl.
i could feel the cold of winter
even though i was born in June.
my mother lied to me.
she wouldn't let me see.
she told me the world was beautiful
when it was ugly in actuality.
but you opened up the curtains.
made it as plain as day.
the world would grow to hate me
and you were the first to say.
you made me feel like a christ.
held down and nailed away.
my feelings died like a christ.
it was clear that i had to pay.
your words hammered into me
and it was plain to see.
you thought that i would return to kill
but how could i when i'm still nailed to my tree.
my world became you.
you let the darkness shine right through.
you became a metaphor for all that was dead
but somehow i still can't live without you.
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7. |
Crucify
06:26
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stock up on bullets
i'm still on the loose.
try to ignore me
but that is no use.
ill be your lover
and you be my hater.
it works best that way
when you save me for later.
kill away your lover.
kill away your savior.
kill away the memories
of all the love i gave you.
pick up your gun.
blow off my head.
my love won't die
until i'm dead.
i am your problem
and you want to kill me.
the fact that i still love you
and that you're what fills me.
you want it to stop
and you know just how.
but i have to ask
who the killer is now.
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8. |
The Day That I Prayed
01:54
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I turned to you god, i did.
Begged you on bended knee.
But you turned away god you did,
If you're even god indeed.
I turned to you god, i did.
Begged you on bended knee.
But you turned away god you did,
If you're even god indeed.
I turned to god
And he turned away.
Ignored my prayers
The day that I prayed.
But he isn't real.
God is just a lie.
And if he is
He just left me to die.
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9. |
When Our Blood Mixed
06:22
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we were both nailed to the same cross
she on one side and i on the other
the evil world put us there
to punish us for the truth we discovered
and on that day our blood mixed
dripped on the ground and met with a kiss
the hatred of millions brought us together
i thought from that day on that nothing would sever
tears were as blue as the ocean
the blood was as red as fire in the sky
our blood mixed together and turned to gold
and from it the light reflected in our eyes
and on that day our blood mixed
dripped on the ground and met with a kiss
it was the hatred of millions that brought us together
i thought from that day on that nothing would sever
i thought it a sign from above
i heard through the death as the angels they sang
but she bought her way down to freedom and ran far away and left me to hang
and on that day our blood mixed
dripped to the ground and met with a kiss
it was the hatred of millions that brought us together
i thought from that day on that nothing would sever
and on that day our blood mixed
dripped to the ground and met with a kiss
was the hatred of millions that brought us together
i thought from that day on that nothing would sever
but I was wrong!
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10. |
Tears on the Floor
04:05
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my eye has got this thing in it.
i tried to gouge it out.
i'm rotted black with fear, remorse,
and misery, and doubt.
my eye has got this thing in it.
each time i try to pray
my head is full of suicides.
please take it away.
the floor is a lake.
the dam is a door.
please try not to drown yourself,
my tears are on the floor.
my eye has got this thing in it,
i wish i could be blind.
then i would not have seen the things
that terrorize my mind.
my eye has got this thing in it,
i know you put it there.
each time i cry, i wanna die,
choking on your hair
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11. |
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i cannot tell how many days it has been
since i realized i could never win.
the scars are too deep and the limbs are gone
and all my sunsets come at dawn.
the misery comes down deep and hard.
every shred of hope has gone so far.
i feel dead and raped inside.
dried up are the tears that were in my eyes.
so i do what i can do and what i can do is cry.
and slice myself with razorblades and hope that soon i die.
and i spend every morning mourning.
every afternoon and evening too.
and i spend every morning mourning
since there's nothing left that i can do.
many are the people who are dying
and many are the people who are crying.
i am not an exception, but the rule.
and i am not a man, i'm a fool.
i am dying inside of my casket.
I know that I can no longer mask it.
i feel dead and raped inside.
erased is the life that was in my mind.
No, no, no, no
Razorblades
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12. |
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When I look at you, I see what shouldn't have happened.
I can see in your eyes a bad accident.
The victims are many, the injuries grusome.
The bent tracks and the words that I never meant.
Forgive me for what I know I said has caused.
The bloodshed and the gore that is scarred in your head.
I would erase the time past away,
But you can't fix what's broken when everything's dead.
But every train wreck is beautiful, I guess.
As long as it's just in your mind.
Does the wreck go away that's inside your head,
Upon the day that I die?
When I look in the mirror all I see is the victim,
But you see a terrorist wielding his bomb.
When I look at myself, I'm bruised, torn, and beaten,
Crucified, died with nail-marks in my palms.
It seems that you see in me a dictator,
Cruel and unflinching with selfish demands.
The truth is I'm love disguised as a stranger,
And I carry nothing but gifts in my hands.
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13. |
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You ask me where is god,
you ask if we should pray.
You ask if he's the king,
made this in seven days.
God is underground,
buried and dead.
Killed two thousand years ago,
never appears his head.
Get on your hands and knees,
pray to the dirt.
If there was a god at all,
his corpse lies in the earth.
Christians dig a hole,
go down and look for god,
or whatever's left when they
pierced him with their rods.
God is underground,
buried and dead.
Failure to exist.
Worship yourselves instead.
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14. |
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promise unto them salvation
the reality is death and starvation
blame all the sinners but it isn't their fault
misery's hand is the Jesus cult
nail yourself to the tree
in self-degrading hypocrisy
pretend to care as best as you can
a cheap imitation of compassionate man
talk to the windows and pray to the doors
i'm climbing through mine while you're closing yours
scarred hands and feet is all you'll achieve
for the blood that is shed by the ones who believe
baptism is post-birth abortion
manipulative religious distortion
living you life as would a slave
they'll never return those tithings you gave
hammer in nails to pierce all your flesh
you blame all your sins on the TV and sex
sit back and watch as they rape your child
while chastity belts are sold in the isles
i will not believe
you will not deceive
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15. |
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prophets and priests,
sages and seers,
all the deceivers,
and the mystic believers.
they tell you that Christ
did it for you
and you are evil
if you don't do it too.
nails, nails,
hammer them in.
pay, pay,
for your life of sin.
thorns, thorns,
jaggers of scorn.
Misery ministry
that you adore.
pile on the guilt
cause you are so dirty.
fall to your knees
"oh god please don't hurt me".
no pleasure, no sex
or any of those.
your god up in heaven
fucking his hoes.
god is evil
you are feeble
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16. |
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i was the assassin in the night
who came for blood, who came to fight.
i was the serpent in the grass
come to shatter you like glass.
i was the sniper on the knoll
intending to pierce you with a hole.
i was the bug with poison fangs
who came to avenge and watch you hang.
If you want to call me your killer
ignore all the love that i gave.
you will have to turn the gun around and
send me into my grave.
forget i bought you flowers
they all died away.
forget we talked for hours
you never cared what i say.
Show me you hate me
blow off my head
kill me
i'll be dead
|
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17. |
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Remember the roses with baby's breath,
Given in dozens at a time?
They've been replaced by bitter words,
And fear in both of our minds?
Remember the flowers that once were alive?
Now are dead, petals on the ground.
Without love not a thing can live,
Especially when you're gagged, tied, and bound.
I once would send you flowers arranged,
To show the love I had;
But now all you send are dead flower corsages,
Of love that was just a fad.
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18. |
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i was born into your world.
the bastard son of a raped little girl.
i could feel the cold of winter
even though i was born in June.
my mother lied to me.
she wouldn't let me see.
she told me the world was beautiful
when it was ugly in actuality.
but you opened up the curtains.
made it as plain as day.
the world would grow to hate me
and you were the first to say.
you made me feel like a christ.
held down and nailed away.
my feelings died like a christ.
it was clear that i had to pay.
your words hammered into me
and it was plain to see.
you thought that i would return to kill
but how could i when i'm still nailed to my tree.
my world became you.
you let the darkness shine right through.
you became a metaphor for all that was dead
but somehow i still can't live without you.
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19. |
Crucify (2015 Remake)
06:19
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stock up on bullets
i'm still on the loose.
try to ignore me
but that is no use.
ill be your lover
and you be my hater.
it works best that way
when you save me for later.
kill away your lover.
kill away your savior.
kill away the memories
of all the love i gave you.
pick up your gun.
blow off my head.
my love won't die
until i'm dead.
i am your problem
and you want to kill me.
the fact that i still loved you
and that you're what filled me.
you want it to stop
and you know just how.
but i have to ask
who the killer is now.
|
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20. |
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I turned to you god, i did.
Begged you on bended knee.
But you turned away god you did,
If you're even god indeed.
I turned to you god, i did.
Begged you on bended knee.
But you turned away god you did,
If you're even god indeed.
I turned to god
And he turned away.
Ignored my prayers
The day that I prayed.
But he isn't real.
God is just a lie.
And if he is
He just left me to die.
|
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21. |
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we were both nailed to the same cross
she on one side and i on the other
the evil world put us there
to punish us for the truth we discovered
and on that day our blood mixed
dripped on the ground and met with a kiss
the hatred of millions brought us together
i thought from that day on that nothing would sever
tears were as blue as the ocean
the blood was as red as fire in the sky
our blood mixed together and turned to gold
and from it the light reflected in our eyes
and on that day our blood mixed
dripped on the ground and met with a kiss
it was the hatred of millions that brought us together
i thought from that day on that nothing would sever
i thought it a sign from above
i heard through the death as the angels they sang
but she bought her way down to freedom and ran far away and left me to hang
and on that day our blood mixed
dripped to the ground and met with a kiss
it was the hatred of millions that brought us together
i thought from that day on that nothing would sever
and on that day our blood mixed
dripped to the ground and met with a kiss
was the hatred of millions that brought us together
i thought from that day on that nothing would sever
but I was wrong!
|
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22. |
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my eye has got this thing in it.
i tried to gouge it out.
i'm rotted black with fear, remorse,
and misery, and doubt.
my eye has got this thing in it.
each time i try to pray
my head is full of suicides.
please take it away.
the floor is a lake.
the dam is a door.
please try not to drown yourself,
my tears are on the floor.
my eye has got this thing in it,
i wish i could be blind.
then i would not have seen the things
that terrorize my mind.
my eye has got this thing in it,
i know you put it there.
each time i cry, i wanna die,
choking on your hair
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23. |
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i cannot tell how many days it has been
since i realized i could never win.
the scars are too deep and the limbs are gone
and all my sunsets come at dawn.
the misery comes down deep and hard.
every shred of hope has gone so far.
i feel dead and raped inside.
dried up are the tears that were in my eyes.
so i do what i can do and what i can do is cry.
and slice myself with razorblades and hope that soon i die.
and i spend every morning mourning.
every afternoon and evening too.
and i spend every morning mourning
since there's nothing left that i can do.
many are the people who are dying
and many are the people who are crying.
i am not an exception, but the rule.
and i am not a man, i'm a fool.
i am dying inside of my casket.
I know that I can no longer mask it.
i feel dead and raped inside.
erased is the life that was in my mind.
No, no, no, no
Razorblades
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24. |
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When I look at you, I see what shouldn't have happened.
I can see in your eyes a bad accident.
The victims are many, the injuries grusome.
The bent tracks and the words that I never meant.
Forgive me for what I know I said has caused.
The bloodshed and the gore that is scarred in your head.
I would erase the time past away,
But you can't fix what's broken when everything's dead.
But every train wreck is beautiful, I guess.
As long as it's just in your mind.
Does the wreck go away that's inside your head,
Upon the day that I die?
When I look in the mirror all I see is the victim,
But you see a terrorist wielding his bomb.
When I look at myself, I'm bruised, torn, and beaten,
Crucified, died with nail-marks in my palms.
It seems that you see in me a dictator,
Cruel and unflinching with selfish demands.
The truth is I'm love disguised as a stranger,
And I carry nothing but gifts in my hands.
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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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