Brainsick

by Skeletons

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(Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the artwork I am using as the cover artwork for this album. Should the owner of these rights wish me to remove it, I will gladly do so)

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released April 22, 2014

Dominic Goulding - Vocals & All Instruments

All Music and Lyrics by Dominic Goulding

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Skeletons Merseyside, UK

"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.
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Track Name: The Day That She Saw God
Her lungs collapsed and her heart stopped
That was the day that she saw God
Bound to a chair - choked putrid air
This man of flesh - a saviour

Delusions and Zeal
Skin crawling
Unfulfilled

In fever dreams you bleed on me
I cannot stop the hemorrhaging
You repulse me - I have to see
What is inside - what makes you be

Eternal waking nightmares I cannot bear
Inside I'm empty - if I smiled my face would tear
I refuse to hold all this suffering in my mind
Your dreams are so dull - not like mine...

We suffer - Both
Parasite - Host
In Harmony
So I resolve
To end it all
To set you free
Track Name: Brainsick
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
Track Name: Non Mortalis Sum Sed Caligula
My seed cast to the earth
Spit upon you - it's all your worth
Broken and bent - subservient
Form a line, single file - for your punishment
Destroy - Rebuild
In my own image
Heed my words - sickly lover
Behold what I envisage

I Am Caligula
I Am the Death of Rome
My whore; begging and bruised
Her soul screams out and I swallow it whole

No More will I stand
Ungrateful - insolent
Death to charity; Bread and Circuses
You will drown in your blood as it becomes a sea
Track Name: Shards of the Moon
Shards of the Moon there in the corner
Bound in the flesh I peeled away from the face of your Father
Glimmers in the fire that burns on the bones of your Mother
All fires burn on the bones of the dead, and these bedroom walls are shimmering blood red

This gutted room, a paling tomb, and I lay here
Kill all of the lights so I can't see
Can't find no vein to Heaven; all of mine collapsed
I only wish that she could be here with me

Baby, Peel back your skin to let me in
Our decadence is wearing thin
Stick that blade right through my ribs - push it up and let it twist
I'm numb and bored with emptiness; I always wanted to die like this
Track Name: You
In the woods and streams behind your neighbourhood
Young and free forever; high on a Summer Corpse
Laid down in the grass - pure before the Sun
We fuck in the dry heat, and Judgement Day never comes

Out there rivers run - You are spilled
Spitting broken glass - Taste like coffin nails
Tearing through the chicken wire - Biting and Clawing
Burrowed deep into your skull - The Maggots are Gnawing
Transistor Radio - Death on the Airwaves
A Funeral Drone Broadcasting for the Slaves
Paint your body for this ritual death
You will mean something - not like the rest

It's my breathing in this tomb
It's my clawing at this womb
It's my blood that stains the moon
Anything for you

They're crawling through the patio door
Across the semen-flecked tile floor
Violent convulsion under low light
Plunging into your chest searching for the sunshine

Out there rivers run - You are spilled
Spitting broken glass - Taste like coffin nails
Anything for You

Tearing through the chicken wire - Biting and Clawing
Burrowed deep into your skull - The Maggots are Gnawing
Everything for You

Transistor Radio - Death on the Airwaves
A Funeral Drone Broadcasting for the Slaves
All because of You

Paint your body for this ritual death
You will mean something - not like the rest
And I will die with You

At least we're feeling something