Dear Love: A Beautiful Discord Lyrics

Gauntlet Of Solitude
Here lies my pride don’t come back
Here lies my pride just die
Don’t come back
Mass chaos is our weapon of mass unification
Tied are you by he scarlet thread
Death harmonizes with your walk
Oh how I yearn to dismiss these memories

Dogs Can Grow Beards All Over
Welcome to the war; a martyr’s challenge
Chainsaw brutality tornado strength
King of the diamond; king of the grave
Lawlessness stains black on whitewashed tombs
We’re too strong to compromise
Don’t be ashamed of your faith
Dear Lord - deliver me from hypocrisy and surcease the scarlet desire
He wears a slick jacket and gold watch
Her dishonesty has scarred hands

And The Sentence Trails Off…
Hold diamonds to the sun.
Sparkling misconception.
Statement:
“We’re the ones that aren’t afraid to die.” Ashes.
After this battle we laugh at the thought of innocence.
“Remorse!” I scream for.
Pride roses platinum gold rubies.
A transparent portrait.
The grave widens and the masses are mindlessly marching to the necropolis.
There is no mystery here.
Nothing to grasp but adjacent bodies.
The cessation movement is synchronized.
Emotional poorness cannot be hidden by ivory.
We can’t let this come between us.
Here I lie myself down.
I surrender. At what I’ve done,
I’m ashamed.
On this raised platform I compose the memoir of unworthiness.
Drunken with the spirits of Godlessness.
Spirits of doom.
Devil jaws on your throat.
Onward period die.
Emeralds hold no hope. [Hope yeah]

Rosemary Had An Accident
You were nothing but an obstacle in my pathway.
tripping me with my own trust without your hood of falsification.
your beauty is found to be nothing.
nothing but true revulsion.
and that’s the only true thing about you.
this melody of my heart points to the composer of my regret.
look north, the sun is still gleaming.
and the moon and the stars still retain these eyes.
you’re falling now as I move forward.
fueled by the hope you couldn’t take from me.
and scarred by knowledge of painful winters.
Christ still stands perfect in my mind.
Christ still stands perfect in my heart.
Jesus is the beautiful structure of love.
repent me.
to hope and love.
beware nihilists.
you shall fall by the sword.
[oh God]
bringeth the day of judgment

Swords, Dragons And Diet Coke
Gave all my trust to you.
you shattered it with my hope.
it seems as if your selfishness has brought you down again.
you’ll find what I found hard to take in all at once.
trust me.
you thought you had me fooled, but you wouldn’t last a day in my shoes.
everything I gave to you I got nothing in return,
no a knife in my back. this knife is my own reliance
I will never be forgotten.
I will never forget you.
this revolving; apathy fueling worthlessness.
I sing a song of hope.
with dead tongues and lonely hearts we cough the poison out.
your final days approach.
this will be our final confrontation.
this will be our last

Who Speaks Spanish, Colon Quesadilla
This cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride.
black blood dotting our warmth.
ending our contentment.
this place is a contorted altar.
I must seek strength from somewhere,
for I’ve reduced myself to nothing. we’ve been here one thousand times.
cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees.
hello autumn, I need not your companionship.
doubtless I stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity.
revive me doctrines!
await the day, when all our blood will wash away.
the world’s balance I’m too familiar with;
selfishness outweighs generosity
blindness produced by your own hands afront your face.
lips bleeding with guilt.
frightful little fiends.
if these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion?
lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction

Texas Is South
Good evening, miss.
All I ever do is wish things were different.
This envy is destroying me,
and it is obvious.
I’m looking to put a bullet into the tile floor. Mark this.
I want to say something:
We were blessed, but now I wet my lips and wait for them to dry.
The lust of the dress.
The thought of her lips.
Reverent smile.
These letters I’ve wrote are shackled to my chest.
Her tantalization.
She is misconception.
Good evening, miss

Modeify The Pronunciation
Now that it’s here,
it’s too late.
the whole wide world,
is fearing the wrong things.
falling down a cold staircase.
and persistently i darken my shadow to cover up regret but the train tracks still lie straight.
it’ll be the end of deception.
vertical to the horizon.
it’ll be the end of deception.
this is the gun to the manipulation.
bring the end [ow!]
architecture is falling [yeah] denial;
a repetitive trait.
repetition.
the walls.
betrayal;
a repetitive trait.
I thought this died so long ago,
but reoccurring shame eats at me.
she eats at me.
she walked away.
I’m here for forgiveness one more time.
I’m slurring a compilation of words.
I plea for your forgiveness,
one more time.
I plea for this [one more time]
I’m asking for your forgiveness,
God. lay her to rest

Salvation
Jeremy: Excuse me stranger, what are you embracing? Cole Wallace: the roots of the ground live in blood as we speak (x2) I can sense the rhythm and its time to panic.

Plagues Lyrics

Goats On A Boat
Whatever happed to the integrity found within a family?
I return your glare,
And my bones are chilled
With some sort of sickening recipe of fear and anger.
Day by day, time after time
Again, you distort chronology.
You foster of terror.
Bury your diamonds. Destroy your rubies.
We are searching for security in tragedy.
Look around and notice
The black (tapestries) drowning (our walls of) simplicity.
We are the constant decay.
Each note will disintegrate.
perched upon our towers
Motionless and miserable.
Here’s to a comfortable casket.
How deceiving is the cemetery of motivation.
I wish to write a conclusion.

Number Three, Never Forget
You’ve compromised your doctrines.
You’ve surrendered yourself to fashion.
Come back to your faith: Come back to grace.
He sang with us and loved others.
The death obsession.
The blood relationship,
Creates such a rotten demise.
Oh Lord, such blackness portrays the love of a machine.
I did not want you to join this culture,
So how can you be so proud?
Pray to the heavens, with what ever it takes.
I wish to shine this light back upon you.
It’s obvious that apocalyptic barriers (will give) no mercy to fashion.
You’ve compromised your doctrines, you’ve surrendered yourself now.

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And yet I’ve been cleansed with the water.
A purity no mind can grasp.
A purity so cool upon my fingertips.
The vision that I’ve seen: this is the action that spawns from the end.
For the longest time, I’ve been watching the world breathe against (spiderwebs).
What lies here are mountains composed of tombstones.
Examine these beautiful faces, keep singing now. Keep singing.
Will we push bedlam noise to the state of blissfulness?
Display her beauty to the people.
A purity no mind can grasp.

Hey John, What’s Your Name Again?
The concept of fashion is the one to blame: painting the portrait of
Conviction-less existence.
Well, it must be difficult being so gorgeous.
Claiming to be the kings and queens but it’s all of
nothing.
This shall pass. Megalomania.
Congratulations on mutilation for a life.
I’m going to hope for you, I’m going to pray for you amongst the reckless and the black. Salvation lies within.
My time is your’s my friend. We all find ourselves so horribly weak.
(Oh God,) here’s an offering.

Don’t Dink And Drance
I would like to burn this down.
I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise.
Watch it rise as it is wrath himself.
Watch it rise.
Crows will flee the scene as if to remind me how long it’s been since I have seen a dove.
Melt in yellow as I do.
Exhaustion and mother of tribulation, would by wound, I torture myself.
Wound by wound, I will persevere.
Whiteness, present yourself, as I know you are the sky and anchor of my being.
What we’ve known turns to paper, what we’ve known is like cigarettes, formaldehyde fingers.

You Can’t Spell “Crap” without “C”
I wish to turn around and return (to her warmth and laugher.)
But this calling is strong, and denial is impossible,
No measure or weight can justify what now presses into my chest.
To the road, your freedom is awesome, but does it compare to the sweet embrace of my love?
Our convictions are engraved by our words.
Convictions engraved by her marvelous hands.
My ears are upon the brink of detonation.
And the mud amongst the passage of my throat is drying to permanence.
Harvest the crop of memories
To what’s true, I offer thanks.
I’ve found what’s pure and I’ve found what’s sweet.
We are not barren.

This Song Is Called
I am the speaker but what is responsibility?
This is beg of you, build my brick upon brick.
High tides: waves of hypocrisy.
I didn’t think the cloth struck more than twelve times.
I decided to name her insomnia.
“Her teeth (show) like white seeds in a scarlet fruit” (-Oscar Wilde). This I must tell you, old friend:
Fear beauty, this is meager, this is feeble.
She was only a fiction and my creation.

Reptar, King Of The Ozone
Bring it to your lips and experience the sulfur infect everything that we’ve created.
Don’t twist this around, Don’t attempt to justify what we know is wrong.
Tendons are torn and screams are released into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere.
We’re composing our funeral songs, note by note.
With this I declare that tomorrow is an allusion.
What if the clouds are fragments of mistakes fabricated by the factories of our foolishness?
We’re composing our funeral songs, note by note.
Prove me wrong.

The Scorpion Deathclock
Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach.
Plagues enclose, sitting upon this wooden bench.
I am helpless to billions of bullets.
In this moment I am helpless.
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
No poem I’ve wrote, nor song I have sung, can halt the army of wrath.
Numbers numbers numbers.
In this moment I am helpless.
Serpents will transform into mice only to drown in the deepest red.
I’ve always expressed my thoughts in colors, but we remain blind.
Numbers numbers numbers numbers.

Nickels Is Money Too
Climbing into the fire, her hands are forceful.
We’re burying earth in earth.
White hands, soft hands: carefully.
This makes no sense.
What’s that sound I hear?
I’m lost in a state of confusion.
Oh ground, I despise you, but rejoice in your essence.
Envy will cease my sky.
Greed will cease my sky.
“Here’s a farmer that hung himself on the expectation of plenty” (-Shakespeare).
At this time I feel there is no bottom to earth.
Welcome to the museum of the dead: Endless gore becomes reality.
Tradition’s dug the grave.
The inferno has commenced.

Other Lyrics

Still Fly (Big Tymer’s cover)
Gotcha car play gems on shine, said its mine, get a mink, baby girl lets ride
You da numba one stunna, and we gonna glide
Go straight to the mall, turn out the inside
Prowler gucci full length leather, burbons cooler, coogi sweater
Twenty inches pop my feather,
I’m the bird man daddy I fly in any weather

Alligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, g-wagon so fly
Numba one dont tangle and twisle
When it come to these cars I am that fella
Gucci with the matching interior
Three wheel ride with the tire in tha middle
Its fresh and stunna and we like brothers,
We shine like paint daddy this our summer

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain’t got no job, but I stay sharp
Can’t pay my rent, cause all my money’s spent
But thats ok, cause im still fly
Got a quarter tank gas in my new e-class
But that’s alright cause I’m gon’ ride
Got everything in my momma’s name
But I’m hood rich da dada dada da

Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck ?
Turn around and sit it down and let em’ bite ya butt
See, the steering wheel is fendi, dashboard armani,
With your baby moma playa is where you can find me
Pushing through the parking lot on 24’s
Cadilac escalade with the chromed out nose
With the navigation arrow headed straight to your Ihop
Aunt Jemimah really love because my syrup is so hot
Put the caddy up, start the three wheel benz
Hyper white lights, ultraviolet lens
Suma tuma tires and they gotta be run flat
T.V. where the horn go, boy can you top that?
I’m a show you somethin rookie press that button
The trunk went, and all of a sudden
4 15’s didnt see no wire’s
And then I heard boom from the amplifiers

Let me slide in the benz with the fished out fins
Impala loud pipes, bringin the mayhem
Its the birdy birdy man I’ll do it again
In the Cadilac truck 24’s with 10’s
Lookin at my Gucci its about that time
Six rad dudes flyin in at nine
New suburban truck with the paint job showin’
black and white and red and gold and
Bodies on the roadster Lexus you know with that hard top beamer
Momma thats your truck
I’m coming up the hood been lovely
New soap in the tub and I wake up the bubbley
430 lex with convertible top
The rims keep spinnin every time I stop
I got a superman benz that I scored from shaq
With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain’t got no job, but I stay sharp
Can’t pay my rent, cause all my money’s spent
But thats ok, cause I’m still fly

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