by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple

Awake to the cracking of bones; to the scratch in my throat. Awake to every boy and girl, every heart that feels a swell. It's all so lovely, when you look at it just right. It's also stabbing me

by Closure In Moscow on album Pink Lemonade

A liar of the sharpest tongue We can't be something we're not I've met with the winged things baying And they feed off the winter lurking in your mind I can see it in your eyes I just want you t

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple

My curse is alphabetic. Dianetic-Crucifix. Your curse is post-magnetic, now they suckle from your drip. Their curse is so pathetic, they're the real heretics. Our curse is not kinetic if they couldn't

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple

My curse is alphabetic. Dianetic-Crucifix. Your curse is post-magnetic, now they suckle from your drip. Their curse is so pathetic, they're the real heretics. Our curse is not kinetic if they couldn't

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple

My curse is alphabetic. Dianetic-Crucifix. Your curse is post-magnetic, now they suckle from your drip. Their curse is so pathetic, they're the real heretics. Our curse is not kinetic if they couldn't

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple

My curse is alphabetic. Dianetic-Crucifix. Your curse is post-magnetic, now they suckle from your drip. Their curse is so pathetic, they're the real heretics. Our curse is not kinetic if they couldn't

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple

My curse is alphabetic. Dianetic-Crucifix. Your curse is post-magnetic, now they suckle from your drip. Their curse is so pathetic, they're the real heretics. Our curse is not kinetic if they couldn't

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple (Remastered)

I lay awake stuck by this fickle thorn I lay with you so they won't sink in their claws I lay awake while the beasts and the whores are Dancing in dancing in Dancing in the jaws jaws jaws of a landfil

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple (Remastered)

My curse is alphabetic. Dianetic-Crucifix. Your curse is post-magnetic, now they suckle from your drip. Their curse is so pathetic, they're the real heretics. Our curse is not kinetic if they couldn't

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple

I lay awake stuck by this fickle thorn I lay with you so they won't sink in their claws I lay awake while the beasts and the whores are Dancing in dancing in Dancing in the jaws jaws jaws of a landfil

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple

I lay awake stuck by this fickle thorn I lay with you so they won't sink in their claws I lay awake while the beasts and the whores are Dancing in dancing in Dancing in the jaws jaws jaws of a landfil

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple

I lay awake stuck by this fickle thorn I lay with you so they won't sink in their claws I lay awake while the beasts and the whores are Dancing in dancing in Dancing in the jaws jaws jaws of a landfil

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple

I lay awake stuck by this fickle thorn I lay with you so they won't sink in their claws I lay awake while the beasts and the whores are Dancing in dancing in Dancing in the jaws jaws jaws of a landfil

by Closure In Moscow on album First Temple

I lay awake stuck by this fickle thorn I lay with you so they won't sink in their claws I lay awake while the beasts and the whores are Dancing in dancing in Dancing in the jaws jaws jaws of a landfil

by Closure In Moscow on album The Church of the Technochrist

Crystal in the eye Jetsam on the tongue You're lost in your flesh, you covet the impermanent No sisters, no brothers No fathers, no mothers No daughters and no sons If you shed the substrate you will

by Closure In Moscow on album Pink Lemonade

I made a desert Called it peace, broken with a topaz fist Do you know you're a lovely old soul? Fruit of my dawn, a mist settled in my marrow Through my heart like an arrow I feel bruises between hemi

by Closure In Moscow on album Pink Lemonade

Dear Swamp-Ass, Back from Bermuda just in time Here from the past, present, future, I'm sweatin', babe My primordial soup needs salt, anyways I got my style, claws So let them cyborgs feel my dino-war

by Closure In Moscow on album Pink Lemonade

I was born on the precipice Born into retrograde In the bleak distant future of my mind is orbital decay I was born a son of famine Born into the knee of the curve Caught in a grip so foreign, that I'

by Closure In Moscow on album Pink Lemonade

Is that the kind of vacuous dish that you really want to trifle with? Well... I got someone that'll really do it for you Pretty little thing, only seventeen And she just, she just wants to be desired

by Closure In Moscow on album Pink Lemonade

A liar of the sharpest tongue We can't be something we're not I've met with the winged things baying And they feed off the winter lurking in your mind I can see it in your eyes I just want you to get