THE FACELESS LYRICS

1. In Becoming A Ghost

…And in that moment of strange ritual, I became you
A vast nothingness in which you found completion until there wasn't the slightest space left for anything else
Draining the life behind your eyes is my finest masterpiece
You may exercise me, but know that I will haunt you forever
For I am the door that cannot be closed
Though you walk the earth, in becoming a ghost, there is no return

2. Digging The Grave

Feel a pain so cold under the skin
As I dig the grave to bury these sins
Taste a misery so real that purity stains
Obsession with a thrill that possesses my veins

Reveling in depravity
As I drown in the agony
The entrance to nothingness
The eternal winter that's blacker than death

I walk in a void in the absence of magnificence
A pitch black misery of malevolence
Visions of tomorrow becoming irrelevant
When the plethoras of demise have become a feeling of decadence

Oh the old familiar shame
I buried all the pain away in the ashes and grey
Drifting out and astray
I dug the grave
The empty hole that keeps what's saved
And now I know that it's misanthropy that's killing me

Digging the grave
The sickness is tightening
Digging the grave
The sickness is tightening

Digging the grave
The sickness is tightening
Digging the grave
The sickness is tightening

Purify these stains
Digging the grave
That possess my veins
Digging the grave

3. Black Star

A thick shroud of death covers me like a blanket of lead
Panic!
The black star shines a light into the void, into the void
And hysteria!

Tightening their grasp
A sensation like drowning
Grips me inside, grips me inside
Stealing my vivacity
Grips me inside, grips me inside

A thick shroud of death covers me like a blanket of lead
Terror!
The black star shines a light into the void, into the void
And trepidation!

Tightening their grasp
The parading of horrors
Grips me inside, grips me inside
Draining my vitality
Grips me inside, grips me inside

Bringer of the night
Extinguisher of the light
Beckoned by the black flame
Drawn to its chaos

Violently descending, our thoughts betray us
A thick shroud of death covers me like a blanket of lead
Panic!
The black star shines a light into the void, into the void
And hysteria!

Tightening their grasp
A sensation like drowning
Grips me inside, grips me inside
Stealing my vivacity
Grips me inside, grips me inside

Beckoned by the black flame
Drawn to its chaos
Violently descending, our thoughts betray us
Bringer of the night
Extinguisher of the light

4. Cup Of Mephistopheles

I found a place where nothing can touch me
It seemed so perfect
So unbelievable
Nothing effects me
No one to rush me
When I'm laying in my six foot hole
When did my heaven become this fucking hell?
I quenched my voracity
Indulging myself from the cup of Mephistopheles
An efficacious potion of a puissant poison
Like the sirens' call
Its brilliance and allure are a glittering path to revel in a decadent, sick compulsion
I returned to the chalice to drink again
Enduring a taste so bitter for the sweetest sin
Its virulence has corroded my soul
So desperately begging for completion
Toilsome and arduous
Backbreaking it is to console
One who comes face to face with their own depletion
When did my heaven become this fucking hell?
This paradise comes at a price
So you'll suffer well in a private hell
This paradise comes at a price
So you'll suffer well in a private hell
I quenched my voracity
Indulging myself from the cup of Mephistopheles
An efficacious potion of a puissant poison
Like the sirens' call
Its brilliance and allure are a glittering path to revel in a decadent, sick compulsion
There's a monster somewhere inside
I keep him at bay
I keep him denied
When he wants to come and play
It possesses me when my strength is rendered thin
It caresses me when I'm reveling in sin
I found a place where nothing can touch me
When my strength is rendered thin
It seemed so perfect
So unbelievable
When I'm reveling in sin
Nothing effects me
No one to rush me
When my strength is rendered thin
When I'm laying in my six foot hole
When did my heaven become this fucking hell?

5. The Spiraling Void

Life is pain and the world is grey
A spiraling void in the frantic soiree
Sunken eyes see only misery
The figure I feared in the shadows was me

Wallowing in hell
To lift the grisly spell
A prisoner in this flesh
A sense of hopelessness

Round and round and round we spin
With feet of lead and wings of tin
I want to be punished for my sins

Tear through my muscle and my skin
I want to be punished for my sins
Tear through my muscle and my skin

The shroud of bewilderment
My infirmary beyond the throes of the spiraling void
A longing to be free from this desolation…
Denied

A spiraling void in the frantic soiree
Sunken eyes see only misery
The figure I feared in the shadows was me

Falling faster
Losing sight of what I am
Rip my flesh off of my body
Peel the muscle from my bones

Sentenced to this wretched vessel
Suffering to be atoned
Round and round and round we spin
With feet of lead and wings of tin

Wallowing in hell
To lift the grisly spell
My skin, my cell, where I will suffer well

6. Shake The Disease

[originally by Depeche Mode]

I'm not going down on my knees,
Begging you to adore me
Can't you see it's misery
And torture for me
When I'm misunderstood
Try as hard as you can, I've tried as hard as I could
To make you see
How important it is for me
Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these
Understand me
Some people have to be
Permanently together
Lovers devoted to
Each other forever
Now I've got things to do
And I've said before that I know you have too
When I'm not there
In spirit I'll be there
Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these
Understand me

7. I Am

Writhe, twisting pain, stabbing deep, in my brain
Alone
Throb, suffering, tormenting, misery
So bleak
(I am the) sickness inside
I am the pain that you hide
I am the wound that won't heal
I am the madness you feel
Writhe, twisting pain, stabbing deep, in my brain
Alone
Throb, suffering, tormenting, misery
So bleak
Crawling
Stand up on your own feet
(No more)
Crawling
Stand up on your own feet
(No more)
A strange twisting sense of madness
And the all enveloping endless sadness
I am the sickness inside
I am the pain that you hide
I am the wound that won't heal
I am the madness you feel
Chaos that grips my soul
Dominates with complete control
An enemy that won't let me be
Struggling endlessly to be free
Suffering in solitude
A pain that has gradually accrued
A nightmare from which I can't awake
A feeling that I can't seem to shake
I am the poison flowing in your veins
I am the feeling that you can't sustain
I am the pleasure you so desperately crave
I am your master and you are my slave
You are my slave
I am the one who hears your prayer
I am the only one who cares
I will deceive
I am the lie that you believe
The feeling when I'm under your skin
You're so alone
The cursed affair in which we're ensnared
You're so alone
The feeling when I'm under your skin
You're so alone
The cursed affair in which we're ensnared
You're so alone
So alone

8. Ghost Reprise

Though I gaze into the vast nothingness time and time again
I stand at its edge, never staring long enough to spiral into the madness it holds
I pick up pieces of my scattered remains as I cross them
Searching for completion amongst the living
What lies beyond the open door that cannot be closed
Haunts me forever
But I'm only a ghost
If I…

9. (Instru)Mental Illness

10. The Terminal Breath

I court eradication
For its most perfect rest
I covet decay
This life I dispossess
Bring forth a thousandth winter
To bring the thousandth death
Consumed by darkness
So gasp a terminal breath
I became something I couldn't recognize
And with my strength rendered impotent
By a venom coursing through my veins
Frantically I drown under the weight of a fool's crown
I summon you to this realm of despair
No comfort of light
I call upon oblivion
Trapped within the cold grip of night
Obsessed with emptiness
The eminent pain delivered in unfamiliar forms
The spirit crumbles
Torn and strained under its own rusted might
I became something I couldn't recognize
And with my strength rendered impotent
By a venom coursing through my veins
Frantically I drown under the weight of a fool's crown
Oh deceiver, you have me
How you crush me I can't see
As I lay in your arms
Whisper to me that I'm safe from harm
Bereft of fervor
I renounce this mortal coil
Bury the remains upon a fruitless soil
A dispatch of fate; the poison in my veins
Fixing nature's aberration;
Life, the hideous stain
I decay
I fade away
I court eradication
For its most perfect rest
I covet decay
This life I dispossess
Bring forth a thousandth winter
To bring the thousandth death
Consumed by darkness
So gasp a terminal breath







THE FACELESS LYRICS