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Echo
05:40
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I can't believe through this
Let me release you
Do You see the devil
Do You see the face in the mirror
Where are we going now
With all the damage done
Will you be happy now with everything that we've become?
We're going nowhere
There's too much damage done
to put a stop to this annihilation we've become
This place is an echo
of where we hide
This place is an echo
to cover up the silence of this empty repetition
And we march down that road, on and on and on and
Just we devils
And we never fell prey to those angels tempting us with
their dead heaven
I can't believe you will change
I know that you're bleeding too
I can see the devil
I can see the face in the mirror
Where are we going now
With all the damage done
Will I be happy now with everything that we've become?
We're going nowhere
There's too much damage done
to put a stop to this annihilation we've become
This place is an echo
of where we hide
This place is an echo
to cover up the silence of this empty repetition
And we march down that road, on and on and on and
Just we devils
And we never fell prey to those angels tempting us with
their dead heaven
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2. |
Body
05:11
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Such ecstacy
in you
Burn everything
I will
No longer hide
desire
from you
Your sweetest cries
When this tool meets flesh
And every sting is something
you've waited for
Someone to take it all away
I can take you far from here
I can make you anything
I can take you far away
Just Say the words
Please take my body to harm
my body to harm
So empty now
blue
After everything
we've found
Someone to hold
the bruises
you (do a lower but haunting AIC type thing)
This hidden sun
in the wilderness
Where angels fear our singing
I've waited for
Someone to take this pain and say
You can take me far from here
You can make me anything
You can take me far away
Say the words
Please do my body this harm
my body this harm
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3. |
Broken Things
04:31
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These broken things
These precious things
With fragile wings
And tiny strings
Is everything
this suffering
Well just let it sting
And smile, like a razor's edge
Golden threads outline the broken edges
Stitching marks where we're held together
Something falls and lands just like a feather
So precious now
So broken now
You precious thing
You broken thing
come rest your wings
and poisoned sting
Smash everything
Break everything
Be nothing
but our eyes wide open
Golden threads outline the broken edges
Stitching marks where we're held together
Something falls and lands just like a feather
So precious now
So broken now
Needle and the thread draw out the pattern of the past and
this tapestry of winters starts to burn into my eyes as the
tension grows into the shape of the destiny we've chosen
and I can bind regret into the shape of a doll and burn it
this is all the beauty of the shattered self in slow motion
just realign the face to suit the epidemic of emotion
burning just behind the porcelain eyes that let us make
the everyday hurt just a little less - my sweet
Golden threads outline the broken edges
Stitching marks where we're held together
Something falls and lands just like a feather
So precious now
So broken now
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4. |
Porcelain
04:13
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Porcelain skin
so inviting
Mark it again
paint it red and
Trail over skin
my fingers barely touching
Trail over skin
till we reach abandon
Twist you around my fingers
Twitch as the venom lingers
cold touch of sin
sliding down your legs and
push it within
you shiver frozen
Porcelain sin
just begging to be broken
Sweet little sin
You are my new addiction
Twist you around my fingers
Twitch as the venom lingers
You are my poison nectar
Twitch as the bite will fester
Twist you around my fingers
Twitch as the venom lingers
You are my poison nectar
Twitch as the bite will fester
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5. |
Sinking
05:07
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The itch begins
crawls in my skin
gets into and up inside me
Unnoticed I wrap a noose around my neck
Worms crawl into
Any opening
Is just an invitation
For your blind suffering
mouths latch onto
the skin exposed
drawing blood
killing me by softly feeding
Suck
Suck
Suck
Suck
this voice is a razor ripping at my throat
these words are stones on which I choke
Every day find another way to transmutate this sorrow
into something we can swallow
Choke Choke Choke Choke
Those little mouths
Make marks on skin
Sweet razors oh let them kiss me
Behind a door the leather slips around my neck
Worms make their nest
In my mouth and eyes
Filling everything
With your blind sufffering
Pour gasoline
on the leech exposed
I'd rather burn
no more dying for your feeding
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
this voice is a razor ripping at my throat
these words are stones on which I choke
Every day find another way to transmutate this sorrow
into something we can swallow
this voice is a razor ripping at my throat
these words are stones on which I choke
Every day find another way to transmutate this sorrow
into something we can swallow
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6. |
The Contract
04:34
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Hello
Said the shadow of the seed I died to sow
hey now
Hello
Like a serpent winding round
that hole
turning through the dead dreams so that this time
we will make a night from day
show you another way
through
Dark angel sitting on my shoulder whispers
forever
my shadow
She won't save me from myself now
no
I swallow all her fascinations and hunger
for more
I'll give in to the devastation
and say the words to damn myself in her
So
It's the holy thing I know
to drown in the flow
Strange shapes and currents pull me
down deep below
She weaves from her wicked webs and the patterns
flow like sussurating waves
To soothe these burning days
in you
Dark angel sitting on my shoulder whispers
forever
my shadow
She won't save me from myself now
no
I swallow all her fascinations and hunger
for more
I'll give in to the devastation
and say the words to damn myself in her
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ZCluster Sydney, Australia
ZCluster is the industrial bastard child of Sai Lillith (Blatherskite, The Abyss Collective) and producer/remixer INfest8
(Other, Konqistador, Sicktronic, The Birthday Massacre, Sara Noxx, Dream Disciples, among others).
Based in Sydney, their undeniable creative chemistry and mutual love of gloomy rock, industrial and esoterica have found an outlet in the birth of z(cluster).
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ZCluster recommends:
Beautiful, dark, edgy and emotive, Alicia's ethereal voice dances and soars over Tormentor's disturbing grooves. Highly recommended.
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