Inamorata, by Vilipend

Inamorata

by Vilipend

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1.	To Impede The Healing Process 06:06	lyrics
Pride worn poorly, around her neck Her lips taste of better days Her lips taste of sin “Just hang on,” she said This hate and hurt a noose Ever tighter it coils Around her hope Around her heart A single locust in the plague Does her part, takes pride in her work While the night blesses those ideas The day abhors Cut and paste her broken thoughts Her eyes are heavy with hate Swallowed by the night By a thread she hangs Cut and paste her broken thoughts Her eyes are heavy with hate Used bodies using bodies Breathing their last breaths Alcohol erodes regret She's heaven sent but hell-bent Cut and paste her broken thoughts Her eyes are heavy with hate Heavy, her eyes are heavy with hate There will be blood, there always is She sees shadows creeping into her smile She hears those whispers: “there will be blood” She sees shadows creeping into her smile She hears those whispers: “there will be blood” Swallowed by the night To impede the healing process No heart left unscathed To impede the healing process No heart left unscathed
2.	Cutting Heartstring 05:00	lyrics
Cowards and whores swallow of love’s need These days pass so quickly, aw these nights, you know, last so long This too, this too shall pass, but it will, it’ll leave its mark Cut her heartstrings Fall into the abyss Lovelorn, love-worn Cut my heartstrings Save me from Myself She can have this love; I will keep this hate She can have this love; I’ll keep my hate Waiting for the words to come Searching for any meaning Her wrists are aching The pills are pleading Her body’s begging For this abuse Her Heart Is A rape scene Her Heart Is A rape scene My heart is… My heart is… My heart is… A rape scene Excise caring like it’s cancer Detuned, broken, cut her heart strings; she can’t hear the music Cut her heart strings She can’t hear the music Detuned, broken, cut her heart strings; she can’t hear the music Cut her heart strings She can’t hear the music… anymore [erosion]
3.	The Last Stand of the Hopeless 03:20	lyrics
Distance makes hearts atrophy and they die They die Choke it down, makes her better, makes her worse Makes me worse I would rather the world end than our love, than our love Can’t stop shaking Can’t stop taking This solace turned so low I would rather the world end I would rather the world end than our love Love The mournings are the worst, waiting for the pills to dull her hate, round her broken thoughts This is her heart’s last stand This is her heart’s last stand This is her heart’s last stand This is her heart’s last stand... and fall
4.	The Thin Red Line Between Salvation and Damnation 04:43	lyrics
Cold souls crave only warmth But they don’t care how they get it Lovers can be our salvation Or our executioners She’s a leaf on the wind, flying falling Dead on the callous earth We become what ruins us, no silver lining Only storm clouds behind those eyes Lovers can be our salvation Or our executioners Our lovers, our executioners In her throat Beneath these words Behind those eyes Between silken thighs This hate endures It waits
5.	Farewell, Cruel Girl [apnea] 07:23	lyrics
Farewell cruel girl Beauty has no use for her love Only contempt Let the angels sing their songs, for we have our own hymns to sing at the heavens And let the demons screech their torment, for we have our own hate to scream at their hell Seraquill for a seraphim Every wish I ever made was lost on the wind The death of her, she’ll be Paradise turned perdition, cast aside discarded She, isn’t worthy The death of her But beware the price that pissed in hearts demand For I am nothing but The death of her She writes these wrongs, a legacy of loss Blood in the water, sharks will always come Scars are memories that’ll never fade Sharks in the water, blood will always flow With blood in the water, the sharks will always come The death of her Lovers our salvation Lovers our damnation These words mean everything to me, but they mean nothing to you Farewell cruel girl Memories Razor blades Farewell cruel girl
6.	Self Low Thing 05:47
7.	Great White Nothing 05:29
8.	Meant To Be 08:49		buy track

credits

released August 1, 2012

Guitar, bass and screaming recorded by Leon Taheny at Angles Up Studios in Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Kick, snare, toms, cymbals and lumber recorded by Leon Taheny at 6 Nassau in Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Mixing and mastering services provided by Dave Sheldon

“[erosion]” and “[apnea]” mixing courtesy of Leon Taheny

Guitar histrionics on “Meant To Be…” courtesy of Luke Roberts

Artwork by Randy Ortiz (damnthedesign.com)

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