All music written & performed by
The Messiah Complex | All lyrics by Rikk Wolf | Produced by Robet Rebeck
When CPR Becomes Necrophilia
Your resurrection is a cheap respiratory illusion.
Even so, I’d like to see some circulation.
Exhalation - of a dying breath breathed in blasphemy.
I’d dedicate my heart rate,
but all vital signs point to dead.
So take evasive action and brace your fall with your own tongue.
And we’re burning in our graves
with the hate we made that day.
So blow out your candles.
There’s too many stars crossed in our skies.
We’re only alive when we’re awake
and bleeding in our own dreams.
And we’re sleeping in our graves with formaldehyde dreams.
Indigo scar tissue frames your face as your pulse dissipates.
Your wedding veil will make a beautiful funeral shroud.
Your corpse has such terrible table manners.
It was fucking rude of you to commit suicide.
So I sip on candlelight and covet carbon monoxide.
So much prettier with an axe in your face.
Collecting your blasphemies.
When you stop breathing I’ll start caring.
I’m going to hell and you’re not invited.
I’ll watch you burning.
I watched you burning.
I watched you.
