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Ire Cross
03:20
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burn all my growth and my woes and that artificial
and narcis I dont know my own sister
fuck and then stab found and lost conoclast
get your follower neophyte sun fucking set it
ire ire cross on the floor put the empire to the fire
tear the lever to crush unbelievers
ire ire cross on the floor put the empire to the fire
tear the lever to crush unbelievers
ire ire cross hits the ground I make no sound four passions drowned
poser heads on picket fence hells a use of instruments
crawl in to the newgrounds page trying to forget it
crutch on your system let her blow in the lows
any other way shed your skin let it in Im fucking sick
ire ire cross on the floor put the empire to the fire
tear the levers to crush unbelievers
I cant feel a thing barely think plan five minutes in the week
tear the lever to bring out nosebleeders
crush your fucking lore get some more get your asses on the floor
get your overdose when you slay those
poser heads on picket fence hells a use of instruments
crawling back you pray for waste system throat
crush black out and venerate whores when my
gore cant think and venerates floors take
more cant help but forgot my past and
crush like adrenal what they stole
rabbit bone from the gallows
staring at the ceiling of your grave
im fucking sick
decommodify diy fertilizer and a pipe
throw a wrench in their filter fakers
run up on them cut throat get your system on the floor
get your front and break in their ass some more
ire ire cross under chlor put their empire to the fire
tear the lever to crush on theyll call you the believer
crawling to their empires tray
vicious train from the gallows
under trained leading to the excess fame
crush your fucking love get sober get your asses on the floor
get your sisters sword in the broken
run up on them cut throat get your systems on the floor
get your front and break in their ass some more
rabbit bone from the gallows
I can only pray for waste
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2. |
Perfect Girl
03:02
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dwelling in the pheromone and lovely taste carnations bloom
prostration made so aloof to bellatrix and betelgeuse
blush response at deaths embrace slay a punk just to let em know you mean
what ya say throw it back crucify every last clique n fad pawning off carnal mystique
curse this fate theres no escape just put it off for one more day
what ya say throw it back crucify every last clique n fad pawning off carnal mystique
Throw up on your lace I remain corrupted and base
feeling nauseous at the thought of, hide my face cant start anew
sins against my heart still haunting, begging for what I refused
Ill be your perfect girl
Ill be your perfect girl
prostration gone so aloof to bellatrix and betelgeuse
prostration gone so aloof to bellatrix and betelgeuse
curse this fate theres no escape just put it off for one more day
swallowed whole be yourself never lasts been a week
its so bad no way out gotta change everything
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3. |
Metatron
03:36
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was my fucking life not enough say so
burn my time in the never ending glow
was my fucking life not enough for your
go to hell go to hell go to hell
did we ride our wires to the highest fells
numb my mind with just any any spell
all those wasted years I let go bye
bridges burned fuck serving my time
this is my everything my final attempt to mend
all of the ones I failed
all I need is I cant like this break
cant cant live it like this
made to break me break made to break me
lay way to the berg of nosebleeders
staunch faith to feeders cant elate eliminators
to break no bleaters and the fucking nonbelievers
just do be done with you I love you so much
was my fucking life not enough for you
waste my life in the regret that I sew
was my fucking life not enough for you
go to hell go to hell go to hell
was my fucking life not enough say so
waste my life in the regret that I sew
was my fucking life my fucking life
bridges burned fuck serving my time
anything its my anything
I cant live with it just to cut my head off
anything its my end of things
prolong cant I see constantly
cant keep my food down and just watch
youre a victim of
youre not your bad luck
youre a victim of
its not your bad luck
youre a victim of
cant keep my food down
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4. |
Idol of Corruption
02:49
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build my world in your likeness
break through walking on the ice by a drain pipe
build my world in your likeness
crisis imbibe this your righteousness frail came the day
your prayers for nothing I find it disgusting
you look like the last thing to you told me to act like
your prayers for nothing idol of corrupting
you look for the last time the end of a bloodline
dragged and pulled out changing so easily
I dont mind the focus emotion so feasibly
priceless apalling apologies so empty
I dont mind the process the token your surgery
whats left to say
your prayers for nothing I find it disgusting
you took what you asked but you promised and
I find one so blood red by biting your heart out
god fucking you I cant let you breathe
you fuck it up I fucked up you rigged it to break
your prayers for nothing I find it disgusting
you look like the last time you're graded to ask
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5. |
Ersatz Angel
04:32
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touch ersatz angel
touch offer yourself
mark push on crawl into new flesh
time no time marking me down and then placing me out
crawl no market time she cuts me to pieces and stitches me up
crawl no crawling toll she cuts me to pieces and stitches me up
I will never be what you told me
I dont want no fucking ‘to me’
breaking my excess refuse your business
I will never be what you told me
I dont want no fucking ‘to me’
breaking my excess living in take off your
touch ersatz angel
touching rocking
noose cant hold
crawl in to the new flesh
slashing enemies throats and bellies
slashing nemesis throats and bellies
breaking my excess draining my abscess
I dont want to be what you told me I dont want the fucking soma
I'll make em stew like their frosts are breaking the entropy
crawl in to new flesh
coming in my exultation falling from your expecations
to fuel the indignation of all the years I wasted
crawling in my exultation falling in your expectations
to make you all believe in all of the years I wasted
touch offer yourself touch
Wealth dont count on it itll all fall down
we see red I fall under called away
to weak disintegrate
hell dont count on it itll all fall down
we see red I fall under
lightning cracked neon battle plains
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6. |
Dog Ceres
03:21
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А я когд
А я когд
А я когд
А я когд
forcing push pins in my thighs
razor blades loosen my tights
I know I know what to break
ask me all the questions backwards
burn that thing make it stop I dont wanna fucking get my soul dirty seeing your
back again dont wanna hear you
wouldnt want wouldnt wanna fucking be you
burn that thing make it stop I dont wanna fucking get my soul dirty seeing you
burning down the whole damn village bear my teeth im feral
torn nail edge cowboy killer
silo mental double wreck this past of mine
I dont wanna fucking see it in my simulacrum
dashing heads for the hell of taking notes in my bible
way of light so inhormonal no way im feral
and your prayers for nothing I called it I cant discuss it
and your prayers for nothing I called it I cant discuss it
autogynephilic warg shooting up in the psych ward
belts for chokers shame for lust chronicled against my crust
schools tomorrow best pack up hide for now returning lust
dress myself in self disgust forced inside idol corrupts
way from the nosebleeders silver bow like legolas leave em
include use of none leased out so we'll live with no leaders cant
dog ceres dog ceres
torn nail edge cowboy killer cryogenic double wreck this past of mine
I dont wanna fucking see it Im my simulacrum
dashing heads for the hell of taking notes in my bible
way of life so inhormonal no way im feral
and your prayers for nothing I called it I cant discuss it
my blood my pulsing my feverish flood the hellsing
my unconditional hate no stimulants
sleeping look so bad turn tail
blood my pulsing last time for love to mutate
afraid to find a right way
boots on, on to find and lay waste
negative type O Im leaking
red light not the red light way
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7. |
Kim Pike
03:28
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white trash no life wasted weak no cause useless basement freak
no love youth no family prime time wasted on the screen
slam your whole clique through the streets fuck your sound and fuck your scene
running thoughts in the end will lie in the bottomless pit more emptiness
clearing out the venues with the reese every posting head hanged from the trees
how could you do this like check one two its true bitch
throwing out your whole clique to the street fuck you look at yourself and your scene
burn your church swallow your crutch drag your face across the train like I love you this much
armed with arrows youth and spite leaving influencer heads on pikes
blood rush pumping pound my head I grieve the lost boys
leaving dead everyone who ever said what we are and what we meant
cause complications of the ends are vaudeville to a philistine
you wont recognize me get right like you wont find me
get right get right get right take it to hell burn what they sell
take it to hell take every step when we take it all down
hate all the sounds I hate all the looks I hate every call and all that they took
hate all the sounds I hate all the looks I hate every call and all that they took
down to brass tacks take it all through take it all past it all starts with you
down to brass tacks take it all through take on the brutes cause the world ends with you
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8. |
Checkered Locket
02:47
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I wont get by and waste my time failing
hide it and I lie promise not to use
smaller in your checkered locket I may hide
star if I may take it only once this time
sallow you clean the blades and rinse off formaldehyde
blind wasting time falling
I waste my time not breaking up my empty head not filling up
star its in your checkered locket I may hide
sallow if I may take it then may I go blind
sallow you clean the blade and rinse formaldehyde
over my shoulder phone fuck a motor
flesh throw the dice when blade cuts me open
blind wasting time failing
I waste my time not giving up only this is not making star
I waste my time failing
no not stars broken just left scarred broken
I waste my time not giving up emptiness and not living up
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9. |
Sheep Lungs
02:30
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shattered lungs what you felt
the icons that you sell
brake light bust your belt on
wants a shag in hell
eye splitting cherry bust in lace nylon breaks
on the side metal pussy doll on lake cuts my thighs
eye splitting cherry purse your lips make it hurt
ruin my life scalar slaughter followed by suicide
I really dont give a fuck if it breaks
I just want up in them guts keep it fake
eye splitting cherry bust in lace nylon breaks
paint tool SAI minus 1d ecstasy rots my mind
bone crushing cherry purse your lips crack your skull
cause her thighs got you planning scalar slaughter suicide
the icons that you’re holding
the ones you only sold
stretching screaming cutting bleeding
fucking in a burning hole
I saw sheeps lungs with a heart beating
ever since I never shook this feeling
I saw sheeps lungs with a heart beating
ever since I couldn't shake this feeling
Breaking every fantasy stepping under helix trees
I dont want to tread on the lodestone or you'll see me
Breaking every fantasy stepping under helix trees
I dont want to tread on the lodestone or you'll see me
from the gallows
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10. |
In The Cupboard
03:21
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one more scratch at the itch
dirty sheets no name bitch
bathroom tiles blues im not
again and again im turned off
miss my home miss the trail struggling hold it together
miss my home miss cold and be yourself yeah its torture
miss my home miss the cold and miss those years in the cupboard
wasted years miss the coven struggling hold it together
crawl into bed go ahead and gnaw at the edge
this is your crawling in bed go ahead and gnaw at the end
go ahead and gnaw at the edge
relapse break into the city limits
walk until the city limits
I can make it break it fake it fix it
back into the city limits
sacrificial tender androgyny
miss the cold miss my home and miss those years in the cupboard
miss the train my my home and miss those years yeah its torture
miss my home miss the trail and struggling hold it together
miss my home miss the cold and be yourself is fucking torture
crawl into bed go ahead and gnaw at the edge
please let this work it only gets worse
oh right and I can till I cant
let you breathe and you'll see into me
miss my home miss the cold and struggling hold it together
on the mend feeling better be myself yeah its torture
crawl in to bed go head and gnaw at the edge where the fuck were you
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11. |
Call of the Sharps
03:24
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a fail in fractions
across my wristband
beads clot and tighten
red tightrope dancing
a fail in fractions
pull up my legs and
hear my sharps calling
reentries destined
you could be so cute
you could be so sure
youd never want for
attention lacked before
see the light peak in
forbidden pretense
Im swallowed whole by
rekindled passions
I lose my head and
my bodys burning
the nauseas churning
being digested
I wring my hands out
but theres no chance now
but say a prayer for
would it be waste to
I wring my hands out
but theres no chance now
but say a prayer for
would it be wasted
If I could let go
If I could be myself
If I could want to
in my existence
across my wristband
I close the blinds and
I feel it tighten
abandoned talents
a hand of tablets
I wring my hands out
if you could pray for waste
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12. |
Pray for Waste
02:58
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and I know its easy for you
rotting in my cell
another fucking day
rotting in my cell
give a fuck what you gave me wont you say
lets get right tonight I want some like
one more give a fuck if you did cause as they say
you could fucking blame my life
heresy sting slung through my belt
Im off to neon battle plains rotting in my cell
heresy break another vow
Im off to neon battle plains rotting in my cell
heresy works for me I know what the price would be
infancy never leave and im covered get the fuck out the way
burning for a lifetime aren’t you like
are you in your fucking right mind
like I give a fuck what you think of it
celibate bout did suck my dick
infancy works for me I know what the price would be
infancy never leave I know what to fucking say
dagger fiending hot blood leaking
no direction blade im swinging
sting slung through my belt
no peace made habitation sinking
running through the tapestry
law against the law I seek
salamander step through
34 rules and deliver me
rites I cross
blue and white deliver me
rites I cross
blue and white deliver me
rites I cross
blue and white deliver me
blue and white deliver
blue and white deliver me
give a fuck what you gave me wont you say
lets get right tonight I want some like
one more give a fuck if you did cause
youd never pray for waste
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Eyes Lit Dallas, Texas
Experimental electronic artist from Dallas, Texas, combining elements of Breakcore, Noise, and Synth-Pop.
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