My blood, my flesh, my veins Play with me My bones, my beast Play with me There's a starving beast inside my chest Playing with me until he's bored Then slowly burying his tusks in my flesh Crawling his way out, he rips open old wounds When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table Its blade reflects my determined face To plant it in my chest And carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins Hollow me ouy, I want to feel empty Where I could see my master's thorns I'd start peeling the skin off his cheeks and Scratch his eyes until he could no longer see The blood stains dripping on the white sheets of my bed The stains I will never manage to remove Dripping all over the floor, I would drag myself outside As I open the front door the sun captures my weary face As the weight comes off, when I let go It's so strange, being able to feel nothing
can't even begin to contemplate how good this album is don't think I've heard any band make music like this before truly stands out in every sense as a groundbreaking album
While Peccatum is much older, their albums have a similar dynamic of clean and harsh sections. Ihsahn performs some excellent transitional material, while his wife Starofash brings an eerie lightness to the mix. (Lost in Reverie would be a good place to start)
I mean it's not uncommon for a live performance to be tied together better than the album version, especially if the band has a good day. The Audiotree version is awesome :)
My blood, my flesh, my veins Play with me, play with me My bones, my beast Play with me, play with me There's a starving beast inside my chest Playing with me until he's bored Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh Crawling his way out he rips open old wounds When I reach for the knife Placed on the bedside table Its blade reflects my determined face To plant it in my chest And carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins Hollow me out, I want to feel empty Where I could see my master's thorns I'd start peeling the skin off his cheeks And scratch his eyes until he could no longer see The blood dripping on the white sheets of my bed The stains I will never manage to remove Dripping all over the floor I would drag myself outside As I open the front door The sun captures my weary face The weight comes off, when I let go It's so strange, being able to feel nothing
