Tripping at the Madhouse Gates

by Skeletons

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1.	Xenia 03:08	lyrics	buy track
There's a pale girl singing dead songs to the midnight sky And her madness is reflecting in my eyes Mama, tell your children not to go where the river runs For there are wolves high on the stench of virgin blood She's waiting back there for me out on the porch Making bloody paper chains of headless dolls I'm laying in the tall grass clutching my Father's gun Staring blankly; waiting for the death of the sickly sun I don't know if I can be any more than I am today Underneath the stars and through the backwoods Eating mushrooms; kicking the Earth from beneath us Mama, tell your children not to go where the river runs For there are wolves high on the stench of virgin blood Rays of blinding light intrude through The boarded windows of this institute We were alone here We are at peace here Forever
2.	Brainsick 04:30	lyrics	buy track
Tripping at the madhouse gates A sickly land of razorblades Foaming at the mouths; we rant and rave Tumbling through wormholes; spinning through dark space We begin to come down faster Faces pallid and caked in blood We spatter spite into the Sun's light A dying star to mock this world In the darkness - quivering I can hear your soul screaming out from underneath your skin Tangled in dead trees - Dripping with dawn A Blood Red Sun presiding over what we have done Fucking like savages; rabid for flesh In this cemetery where the graves are never left to rest Glistening and wet - we could be reborn But, baby, I'd be lying if I told you that I wasn't dead bored Lucid Transient Shot-up - dropped out - Brainsick Cold Dead Fucked up in the head
3.	Trapping 01:27	lyrics	buy track
Stretched ear to ear This loveless grin Profuse bleeding I still can’t feel a thing Funeral hands Jungle heart Lizard brain Incomplete Unfulfilled I scape inside To touch your soul I rip and rend and tear But I can’t find it there Deaf ears listen, dead eyes stare I couldn’t find it anywhere Nothing left but blood
4.	Blood Medicine 04:22	lyrics	buy track
A surgical smile in the City of Suicides You’ll take your medicine Hooked up to the tubes – fed to fit their noose All life begins again MK Ultra Diplomacy – Mustard Gas efficiency Gutted at the nave; thankful you’re a slave Pulling girls from graves A spoon full of sugar helps the blood go down And blood makes the world go round Stepping on skulls in this burial place Razor-blade pressed to your neck Formaldehyde; filling you up inside A beautiful, quivering wreck Strapped down in the basement A cold windowless room I hear them whisper their lust for the dead White clinical tomb Nothing if not methodical Born to this bloodless doom Outside here all the temples are falling The stars are shrieking as they're shedding their skin Let me die a moment in this artificial light Under God’s dead love we are pale and thin How are we so empty - when did it begin? Strapped down in the basement again Hooked up to the blood medicine
5.	Problem of Hell 04:02	lyrics	buy track
Behind the railroad tracks the sun begins to dim Smoke haunts the grounds like a phantom limb The Problem of Hell; all man-made Thrown away like a used Band-Aid I see the tears filling up in your eyes but I know There’s no suffering – no shame – no guilt – no pain Still twitching flesh beneath the heaving soil The air is thick with scorched engine oil Beneath the eyes of our lord, Jesus Christ This rusty needle gateway to Paradise
6.	Daisy Chains 03:46	lyrics	buy track
Daisy chains at the carnival She dances, splashing blood over my soul I can hear them screaming out loud Our hollow eyes stare at the colour TV Lost in the frames of a dead memory I can hear the rain coming down The death of the day runs down my chin Bleeding like a butterfly pinned Only dust and scorpions within There ain’t nothin' underneath my skin I stare at the sky and it swallows me whole Lay by the grave of the King of Rock and Roll Silence is the Devil’s own song Midnight draws in and it’s singing to me Dead girls and insects screaming for meat These tracks have been stained red for so long So long
7.	Meat Wagon 04:07	lyrics	buy track
Drop away now; fall away into the void Even Hell has its rules – there is no freedom of choice Jumping down bottomless holes in my mind Gaping death in my face, as my teeth grind Heresy – Blasphemy All beamed straight to your TV The infancy of brainless meat Abattoirs tower over the concrete As far as the eye can see; smokestacks swallowing Season of butchery Dosed up to the eyeballs Loaded into the meat wagon These pills they gave me taste like dying alone In the distance, drawing ever nearer – the sickly smell A circle of skinless horses – a work of art for the tolling bell As I crawl – scrape my bones – I start to see No escape from the vultures that are closing in on me Dosed up to the eyeballs - loaded up like a slab of meat Dosed up to the eyeballs - hurled into the meat wagon
8.	Two-Headed Girl 02:55	lyrics	buy track
I'm covered in blood at the end of the world In drop-dead love with my Two-Headed Girl We watch the moon dropping out of the sky Our faces grin, twitching on the inside These steps keep growing downwards The floor beneath us like tombstone slate These pills are twisting, winding I’m coming down but I know it’s far too late I have many brothers I am many brothers Crawling through these mines Blind Covered in blood at the end of the world
9.	Death Parade 04:17	lyrics	buy track
Sparks are spitting from the telephone wires While the Insectocutor snuffs out flies Good, cheap, American-made In the distance, factories hum their death parade The blood on the wall must stay wet Or the other side will push straight through My hands scrape across your empty features Shivering a sickly fever, dreaming of our doom The blood on the wall must stay wet through this fever dream The apartment roof is open It's always raining skulls A pile of faceless corpses in the centre of the floor Caressing my straight razor I’m drawing blood again As I sit and contemplate how deathly bored I am Fiends write madness on the shutters; lit only by flames She dances splashing blood on the stars; reflected in window panes Twitching uncontrollably – numbed by a neon Messiah Dreams of children eaten by insects – Injecting liquid fire Never enough blood smeared upon the wall
10.	Whore Princess of the Uterine Sea 02:56	lyrics	buy track
Drifting in and out to radio lines Sitting here pulling wings off flies The family dog is crucified In the back yard where the insects hide Whore Princess of the Uterine Sea Alice through the looking glass; broken and bloody Knife pressed up against her throat Pulling back her hair; she chokes Dancing in your Mother's skin Laughing like a harlequin Spirals swirling in her eyes Milky white and glaring at the sky A red horizon frames the garden shed Rusty shears hung on the clothesline glint over my head Down to the well to the speaking skull Who rests where the long shadows fear to grow Whore Princess of the Uterine Sea Alice through the looking glass; broken and bloody Turning now she snaps my wrists Blade deep in my ribs; she twists Blood is dripping down my chin Consumed by the haemorrhaging Spirals filling up my eyes Milky white; I gaze dead at the sky Slithering; starved of death Fiends spit their mocking breath Watching, they masturbate Tearing alien flesh Cockroaches screech from the walls Reluctant art-forms crawl Snuff movie celluloids In the bathroom stall
11.	Incubation Manifesto 03:08	lyrics	buy track
Cheap skin - so easily subjugated Imprisoned here before our first breath Their minds - completely inseminated Shoot out your TV, sit in the dark - wait for death Young, free and high Buried under the sky The eyes of this meat - blank Our lives set to a tedious laugh-track Fucked brain-dead; led back to the hive For the young to grow inside your flesh Empty carcass - gnawed of soul and life Gestated larvae burst out from your chest The revolution won't be televised It will never come - let your pipe dreams die Sever the voices of reason And leave them behind You won't mind if I sing about your corpse I think that you would have wanted it this way Another day bled pale of all remorse Another worthless day I will do nothing I will not comply This world is fucked And I only came to watch it die
12.	The White Room 03:16	lyrics	buy track
Another day chasing smoke through the breeze These pills are strange but they don’t put me at ease I feel her grasp my hand but I missed what she said I turn to her and she looks so dead My face is tearing as I force a smile The trees are drinking up the blood through their roots The worms are screaming with graveyard truth Hospital corridors close off where we could run I know that soon we will be long gone My face is tearing as I force a smile I hold her tightly and whisper, “We’ll be here for a while” And now my blood is splashing red on your tomb Strapped down and beaten in this paling white room I don’t believe the Sun can rise another time For it is tired and its light has made me blind
13.	Sunshine Song 02:52	lyrics	buy track
If someone doesn’t die soon, she will never get off My baby bleeds like sunshine – Psychedelic Death Rock I can feel your disease squirming in my veins There’s a killer at the Freak Show with a cherubim face Thalidomide dreams – lost in space I herald the death of the human race Convulse in lunacy Funeral Home Mutiny Technicolor like LSD Living Room Lobotomy For everything; a place For every corpse; a grave I heard that Jesus Saves Why would I care, anyway? Blank canvas; dead-eyed doll Push my hate through the back of your skull Overdose on Tylenol Foaming at the mouth free and uncontrolled Rising tide in the sea of black bile I haven’t opened my veins up in a while Breathing in the fresh air, cracking a smile Tourniquets and blood on the bathroom tile Split the flesh Fuck the wound Salt the earth Swallow doom Life springs forth anew From Mother Nature’s Womb
14.	Our Paradise 02:40	lyrics	buy track
Self-flagellation in the under-croft Whip drawing red as he masturbates in shame over his own suffering A cockroach crawling into his mind; barbed limbs twitching, burrowing – it hissed like radio static “I am the voice of God” His revelation came somewhere between the blood and cum A straight razor and a whore would be his altar Fading like a fever dream we drove out of the long metal tunnel Still high on shrooms, we turned off of the freeway onto the open desert road Night Sky And I felt like I could reach out and tear the skin off the stars I turned up the radio and took a long drag from the joint She turned to me and asked “do you believe in Heaven?” I told her that I did We swerved and mowed down the hitchhiker I could hear him screaming for help almost instantly Frenzied, we started to fuck in the night heat – primal and furious He was gasping and gagging on his own blood as we writhed silhouetted against the now rising sun I saw him watching us like some pitiful voyeur, and I felt sick They say sex is art But death… Death is truly art And I do believe in Heaven but I know the Lord has abandoned us Our paradise must be sculpted on Earth from this squalid flesh; an affront to an Old, Redundant God I carve at flint, at rocks, at bones – sharpening and strengthening; Neanderthal warfare I take the makeshift axe in my hand And walk down the oncoming lane of the highway towards the setting sun Screaming at the sky

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"Stories of Agony, Madness & Death evoking the cavernous, dark and ominous vocal presence of Danzig."
- Javier Carrillo, Verdadera Radio Online
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"An interesting amalgamation of metal styles, Skeletons offer up a really solid metal album here. Great stuff."
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released January 2, 2015

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"A world of engaging horror and convincing mish-mash of styles all wrapped up in a blanket of memorable riffs "
- Neil Arnold, Metal Forces Magazine

"Stories of Agony, Madness & Death evoking the cavernous, dark and ominous vocal presence of Danzig."
- Javier Carrillo, Verdadera Radio Online

Grunge/Doom/Sludge Metal project helmed by Dominic Goulding. ... more

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