Verse 1, by Carl Yvan Prévil: Mais les Hommes ne savaient pas que la Destinée était morte, et ils continuaient à fonctionner comme si elle les contrôlait toujours.
Chorus, by Ripdae La Wise: Hang yourself from swing-sets of a hawk, then swing yourself into the hell that you love, throw money at the mirrors that you see going down, cause nothing's like paying to see yourself drown. Hang yourself from swing-sets of a hawk, then swing yourself into the hell that you love, throw money at the ovens that you see going down, cause nothing's like paying to see yourself burn.
Verse 2, by Ripdae La Wise: Photographs of phonies taken by loonies and goons, for a groom, married to death, holy matrimony steps, demonic ledger, he caught the eye of a slayer as his neighbor. As he scrolls down the list, names are hard for him to miss. The squeaking of the dying catapults him to a gift. Unwrap the carcasses with narcissists, or human shaped scissors cause kidnapped bodies are used as inCISors to shred screams, and whispers manifest as if no one hears thee.
Chorus, by Ripdae La Wise: Hang yourself from swing-sets of a hawk, then swing yourself into the hell that you love, throw money at the mirrors that you see going down, cause nothing's like paying to see yourself drown. Hang yourself from swing-sets of a hawk, then swing yourself into the hell that you love, throw money at the ovens that you see going down, cause nothing's like paying to see yourself burn.
Verse 3, by Ripdae La Wise: The sun glows, sun grows, many feet are made out of splinters, and with that each step is as sharp as each person's killer. So whoever sees themselves in the mirror of this heads for a perpetual kiss.
Chorus, by Ripdae La Wise: Hang yourself from swing-sets of a hawk, then swing yourself into the hell that you love, throw money at the mirrors that you see going down, cause nothing's like paying to see yourself drown. Hang yourself from swing-sets of a hawk, then swing yourself into the hell that you love, throw money at the ovens that you see going down, cause nothing's like paying to see yourself burn.
credits
from Nothing in the abyss surprises me,
released October 27, 2017
Composed & performed by Ripdae La Wise.
French guest vocals performed & written by Carl Yvan Prévil.
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