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Aiden
Aiden


Информация
Откуда Seattle, Washington, United States
Жанры Post-Hardcore
Horror punk
Годы 2003—н.в.
Лейблы Victory Records
См. также William Control
Сайт Website
Состав
William "wiL" Francis
Angel Ibarra
Nick Wiggins
Jake Davison
Бывшие участники
Jake Wambold



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Альбом Aiden


Knives (11.05.2009)
11.05.2009
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Lori Meyers (hidden track; originally by NOFX)
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Black Market Hell (Demo) (Best Buy bonus track)
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King on Holiday (Demo) (Best Buy bonus track)
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Elizabeth (Demo) (Best Buy bonus track)
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Let the Right One In (Demo) (Best Buy bonus track)
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"Fuck me? Fuck you, fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it."
Carved your name into my skin, in candlelight.
Sew it up with hate.
Carve, a message in my arm, in candlelight.
Sew it up with hate.

Found my misery, with a match and gasoline.
Burned alive, I`m a killing machine.
A whole life I`m silent.
Found my destiny, with a match and gasoline.
Liar`s burn and scream, a whole life indebted to you.

The science of pain, insane I feel love.
Sick not to hurt, I want to watch the world burn.

Found my misery, with a match and gasoline.
Burned alive, I`m a killing machine.
A whole life I`m silent.
Found my destiny, with a match and gasoline.
Cobain can you hear me scream, a whole life indebted to you.

The science of pain, insane I feel love.
Sick not to hurt, I want to watch the world burn. [2x]

Carved your name into my skin, in candlelight.
Sew it up with hate.

The science of pain, insane I feel love.
Sick not to hurt, I want to watch the world burn. [2x]

Down! Down!

. . .


It`s not the knife you bleed on.
It`s not the cancer in your bones.
It`s not the sunrise choking.
It`s not the blood red moon alone.
It`s not the way you look dead.
It`s not the silent season.
It`s not the suffer intense.
It`s not the life you feed on.

(It`s the way the night falls into feeling grey)

Empire, I was built around your heart.
(Hey!, Hey!)
Let the right one in.

It`s not the ghost you kill with.
It`s not the yellow eyes you crush.
It`s not your failing senses.
It`s not the barrel of this gun.

(It`s the way the night falls into feeling grey)

Empire, I was built around your heart.
(Hey!, Hey!)
Let the right one in.

Let the right one in.

Empire.... let the right one in.

(It`s the way the night falls into feeling grey)

Empire, I was built around your heart.
(Hey!, Hey!)
Let the right one in

. . .


"Well I'm Dead! Tell the world" she said.
And the funeral came alive.
I collect every flower sent
from hell down to the fire.

Fall down sick,
I'm not insane.
(i'm feeling oh so full of shame)
Death has come to set us free.

oh, it's up to me
to make you fucking bleed.
We are the scavengers,
scavengers of the damned.

We kill, we're the demons still, in an empty, patterned sky
well good bye,
to the lives i stole.
and the funeral came alive

Fall down sick
I'm not insane
(I'm feeling oh so full of shame)
Death has come to set us free.

oh, it's up to me
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers
scavengers of the damned

oh, it's up to me
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers
scavengers of the damned

If you want love
if you crave death
Define us,
out of the darkness
[x2]

Oh, it's up to me,
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers,
the scavengers of the damned.

Oh, it's up to me,
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers,
the scavengers of the damned.

Oh, it's up to me,
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers,
the scavengers of the damned.

Oh, it's up to me,
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers,
the scavengers of the damned

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She bathed in blood how apropos.
Became a witness to the suffering.
Skinned alive, she even took their soul.
Close my eyes.
By the moonlit darkness legend grows.
Torture only child`s play.
Sworn to pledge and gather peasant slaves.
Close my eyes.

Hey!, I want to live forever.
I`m in love with the dark horizon,
In the moonlight, I will bathe.

She placed her hand on heart and swore.
Every last one of them.
Will bring me youth, beauty, bliss galore.
Close my eyes.
And the basin was filled every night she dined.
In the den of iniquity.
And my sorrow filled reverie.
I Close my eyes.

Hey!, I want to live forever.
I`m in love with the dark horizon,
I`m in love with madness.
Hey!, I want to live forever.
I`m in love with the dark horizon,
In the moonlight, I will bathe.

Death comes for us all.
I won`t wait.

She bathed in blood that much you know.
Of the demon countess bathory.
Through these cemetery gates we go.
With my eyes closed.

Elizabeth!
She will not bathe alone.
Elizabeth!
She will not bathe, will not bathe alone.
Elizabeth!
Cannot save your soul.
Elizabeth!
She will not bathe, will not bathe alone.
ELIZABETH!

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My name is Roman,
Not king nor emperor.
Just the voice of a ghost, the past son of a whore.
I transcend to dispatch this letter.
Where the rich bought rape the poor.
You can astound this human race.
You can embrace lies built on faith.
You can manipulate a simple story.

For fear!, panic!, glory!
Fuck your God.
Fuck your faith in the end,
There's no religion.

Would you open your eyes already.
Christ died for shit and was a fucking cunt.
We were brothers born to build an army.

For fear!, panic!, glory!
Fuck your God.
Fuck your faith in the end,
There's no religion.

Standing on the edge of insanity,
Wishing there was more time to explain.
We were brothers born a prosthutc.
A thief of a beggar,
There is a new God.
I am the devil.

Fuck your God.
Fuck your faith in the end,
There's no religion.

Fuck my God,
There's no God

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Blessed is the luxury of the dead.
Broke, so I sold my breath.
For pennies, I am worthless.

I feel a brazen cacophony.
Of wave crushing, heart pounding, gut wrenching lonely.
I paid the voices, you scream so loud.
Subscribe to the medicine show.
Where the walls melt away and my doctors so proud.

Bring me pain, bring me horror.
I'm not sick, I'm not insane.
Asylum hospital colder.
Fuck you and all of your friends.

I stand on the threshold of death,
Where my torture and beating,
Subsides for a moment.
I pay the price for eating rats.
Subscribe to the medicine game.
Where the walls melt away and the world has gone mad.

Bring me pain, bring me horror.
I'm not sick, I'm not insane.
Asylum hospital colder.
Fuck you and all of your friends.

My blood is cold as this snow.
And cobblestone I tread upon.
I'm fucking sick, don't take me.

Bring me pain, bring me horror.
I'm not sick, I'm not insane.
Asylum hospital colder.
Fuck you and all of your friends

. . .


Two men entered and I thought I was dreaming.
I heard the sounds of what were laughter.
And expected the door to slam off the hinges.
The dark initiates my fear and I tell myself nothing can hurt me.
Nothing can hurt me.
The blanket weighs 300 pounds pinning me on my stomach.
Although my eyes are open, I see nothing but a spiraling glow
that radiates an alarm clock on a nightstand.
Hands are gripping me.
The sheets are twisted, I'm suffocating.
I smell nail polish.
I picture my mother out in the garden
on a spring day planting new strawberry seeds.
The earth aroma as she turns the soil lingers.
And I imagine my life as a princess.
Nothing can hurt me.
It's 5:47 a.m. and the sun looks as though
it's just about to defeat the night sky.
A battle between good and evil
that rages on through centuries unnoticed.
My night gawn is taggled above my hips.
I went to sleep with panties on and I smell blood.
My breasts are exposed and sore.
One of them has bite marks.
Blinding light from the bathroom crushes my eyes.
I try to stand up and the weight of the world buckles my knees.
Nothing can hurt me.
The dawn breaks and this veil I carry around for secrecy is about to melt.
Something inside my veins explode.
And I realize I'm not looking at a portrait now.
We are all living in it

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I preyed on human nature.
I took this innocence alive.
I prayed through the allegations.
Deliver me from the fire.
And I feel no remorse.
Take me to the gallows.

Text book psycho, analyze my shame.
He took the innocence away.
And I vowed to watch you die.
Take him to the gallows.

Excommunicate.
Hang the beast.
Show no mercy in the God-damn killing.
Excommunicate.
I'm in love with feeling nothing for life.

Father and your precious values.
Sewn together breathing infinite defeat.
And theres no chance for a cover up.
Take him to the gallows.

Excommunicate.
Hang the beast.
Show no mercy in the God-damn killing.
Excommunicate.
I'm in love with feeling nothing for life.

One voice to children.
One chance to save us all.
One voice to kill them.
One chance to save us all.
One voice to a million.
One chance to save us all

. . .


This open letter read,
"I'm gone on holiday"
Started off as a secret headline.
"The king has passed away"
Goodbye to the world.
Goodbye to the pain.
Goodbye to the screaming children.
Your hero passed away.

Hey, Hey, Hey!
If you ever caught a glimpse of hell, would you kill time?
(All the lives are torn)
Hey, Hey, Hey!
If you ever caught a glimpse of hell, would you kill time?
(Every bastard mourns)
Hey, Hey, Hey!

I was born,
Try to suffer this fame.
I sold my soul for dirt.
Goodbye to the legend Elvis.
Goodbye to this whole shit world.

Hey, Hey, Hey!
If you ever caught a glimpse of hell, would you kill time?
(All the lives are torn)
Hey, Hey, Hey!
If you ever caught a glimpse of hell, would you kill time?
(Every bastard mourns)
Hey, Hey, Hey!
If you ever caught a glimpse of hell, would you kill time?
(Would you kill yourself?)
Hey, Hey, Hey!

. . .


My wings are torn away.
Spit words like knives.
Inside the fields,
A former life decay.
A poison sword we swallow.
Will you fall back?

Sing for your health.
Sing for the lonely nights,
Existing in hell.
In a loveless world we seem to live.

My wings are torn away.
Spit words like knives.
Inside the fields,
A former life decay.
A poison sword we swallow.
Will you fall back?

Sing for your health.
Sing for the lonely nights,
Existing in hell.
In a loveless world we seem to live.

My wings are torn.
I suffocate.
In the darkest place.
Of the black market hell I live.

My wings are torn.
I suffocate.
In the darkest place.
Of the black market hell I live.

My wings are torn.
I suffocate.
I suffocate

. . .


Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Our parents had been friends years
Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
At nine years old there's no such thing (as shame)
It wasn't recognition of her face, what brough me back was a familiar mark
As it flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes
Incriminating acts, I felt that I could save her

"Who are you to tell me how to live my life?
You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time.
I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince,
To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine.
And on and on.."

"I know what degregation feels like
I felt it on the floor at the factory
Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
Where's the problem?"

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Black Market Hell (Demo)

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King on Holiday (Demo)

[Нет текста]

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Elizabeth (Demo)

[Нет текста]

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Let the Right One In (Demo)

[Нет текста]

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