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There Will Come Soft Rains Ep

by The Mescaline Babies

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She took my eyes away giving me a new sight and i have seen things I had never seen before And i’ve tear apart my ears to feel the silence mine and i’ve learned new words completely unknown to mankind Oh, bless the road i’ve taken, Mother of the awakening Oh, bless the road i’ve taken, despite the rain and the wind Oh, thank you for the gift you’ve given, Mother of the awakening thank you for the gift you’ve given, i’ve dug it in my skin
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Black Mass 03:31
We are sons of a bastard mother our air is tyranny it runs deep through our veins, our flesh is soaked with it no ideals, nothing better of this old vintage shit We are the scum of welfare the means sons of History We’re yelling at the end of times We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun before the great blast We live for delirious dreams we’re dead for a bunch of coins all dull, all doped to death it’s called mediocracy they look with paranoia what’s keeping us alive our war is spiritual against our fathers’ void We’re yelling at the end of times We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun before God’s great blast No, no, no no, We won’t swallow anymore… No, no, no no, We won’t swallow anymore… We’re yelling at the end of times we’re the remainings! We’re yelling at the end of times We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun here comes the great blast!
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She is used to look delirious because it’s cool to say She washes her hands about 20 times per day She claims not to be sick, just a tormented girl Today she will be a militant, tomorrow a gothic whore She loves splitting her face between two different make-ups She masks her bad tastes with the word “original” she can make you hate whatever that she loves she can make you unhappy with a smile and candy words She may criticize you in the most dolorous way And she don’t really care if you’ve been wounded deep inside If you tell her you’re in love, be careful in what you say ‘cause even if she loves you she may feel as in a cage Today she loves her city, tomorrow it’s all a crap And crappy is university, and crappy is everyone She can make you feel ashamed more than you’ve ever thought But don’t think she’s bad, she’s just a superficial girl Don’t let her come too close She’s a self-pretending whore She pretends to be herself But there’s nothing behind her face She’s alone in the cage withing her mind She is used to look delirious because it’s cool to say She washes her hands about 20 times per day She claims not to be sick, just a tormented girl Today she will be a militant, tomorrow a gothic whore She may criticize you in the most dolorous way And she don’t really care if you’ve been wounded deep inside She can make you feel ashamed more than you’ve ever thought But don’t think she’s bad, she’s just a misdirected girl Don’t let her come too close She’s a self-pretending whore She pretends to be herself But there’s nothing behind her face
4.
Her eyes were blue like ancient deep ice her hairs were white like clouds in the sky She tried to love a man from the land of the living and the godless where the dead remains dead The wind brought her weeping so far away, where only the wolves and the spirits could hear One night of winter she appeared to him “I desire you, as Winter the Spring” she said She hold his hands, then their lips joined, but that touch freezed him he fell to the ground, dead The wind brought her weeping so far away, where only the wolves and the spirits could hear horror and guilt invaded the dame, horror and guilt became her name her tears were snow, her cries were freeze, turning to a storm her funeral weep
5.
They hide their fuckin’ cross behind their TV malls and information system pretends to demonize it Fascism has no name in a consumer’s mind it’s just survival instinct and widespread ignorance They’ll give you all you ask, they’ll give you all you want Hiding the uneasy sound of muffled truths With all their poisoned hopes and all their medicines They made society a cancerine disease This world’s condemned to death by their egoistic treason We have to wake up our minds to burn down this regime we have to fight to live in freedom our last days on Earth and soon we will forget it all… Still fucking here, to the point of no return with flies and broken chains, still searchin’ for a point of view Freedom’s a lie, we’re imprisoned in our own mind It’s 1984 again, our everyday reality Everybody’s looking for a radical change but only with their i-phone and brand new PC Everybody’s looking for a radical change if the price is blood and sweat, how could they bear it? This world’s condemned to death by their egoistic treason We have to wake up our minds to burn down this regime we have to fight to live in freedom our last days on Earth and soon we will forget it all… We will forget it all, they will forget it all, We will forget it all, will you forget it all? We will forget it all, they will forget it all, We will forget it all, will you forget it all? Always singing litanies Always singing litanies Litanies of misery Litanies of defeatism Hey hey Technocrate here people needs some hate Hey hey Technocrate show them your fuckin’ face Singing litanies of misery and defeatism Singing litanies of misery and defeatism Singing litanies of misery and defeatism Singing litanies of misery and defeatism!
6.
Look those white leafs falling from the sky It seems a funeral to our desperate eyes Too many knees are touching the livid ground Our father’s not dead yet, so where has he gone? Beware, my angels, God’s getting late your father is in heroin he forgot you all, my friends in his slowly dying breath He left you alone, without a guide, without anyone to love or hate So tell me, from now on how will you live on? I see desperate angels all around i hear their hopeless cries, an unbearable sound everything’s inverted, everything seems so unsure this is what is said, the empereror is dead Beware, my angels, God’s getting late your father is in heroin he forgot you all, my friends in his slowly dying breath He left you alone, without a guide, without anyone to love or hate So tell me, from now on how will you live on?

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released June 2, 2012

The Mescaline Babies + Danse Macabre Records

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The Mescaline Babies London, UK

Formed in 2009 by Sydney Mars and Kalle Darkal, The Mescaline Babies are a deathrock/batcave band with heavy post punk/goth influences, a crossover between Bauhaus, Corpus Delicti, Scarlet's Remains, Christian Death and Mephisto Walz. In 2012 they publish "Crush", their debut album, for Danse Macabre Records. ... more

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