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Gibbets

by Murderofcrows

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(TRIGGER WARNING: Self harm, depression) I see the flickering lights at the end of my street In this rotting old town that always smelled of defeat I'd find my peace in the bottle I have claimed for my own Drink myself to the grave rather than wake up alone I keep a switchblade hidden at the tip of my tounge I whisper desperate lies into the ears of the young Drowning in rum and despair and now their faces are gone I guess that just being me is worse than being no one Crawling helpless, blinded in graveyard mud Bruised knuckles say a prayer to a non-caring god Recalling nothing but wordless shouts and blood I take a knife to my flesh as hard as I could Their words, their words, their crooked words They tear right into my head like the claws of a vulture And they rip out the eyes of all the people in my dreams I sober up and I am nothing but the hate and the screams Priceless is worthless is lifeless
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Ol' Georgie 01:41
(TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide) Sun runs over meadows meadows that once were green Sun Runs Over barren life I will always stay dead years, wasted wasted on nothing nothing, means anything something beautiful short short life, miserable life live, life, less, die. I try to stop thinking. about old georgie lurking in the shadows I try to hide live, life, less, die
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(TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide) The web grows, when it should be thinning out More and more to leave more to miss. I want to pass by unnoticed visit me, visit me. living on standby forcefed guilt every bond is a noose You dont know me visit me, visit me there is no warmth left in me. visit me, visit me as i watch the world burn set myself alight my flame is weak, douse me
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Gibbets 11:12
(TRIGGER WARNING: Self harm) There's a special place in hell for those forcing hardships onto others And now you wonder if hell holds a seat for you, since you're a part of the problem And you look away, I look away, we all look away my life's an accident and all my choices are mistakes my job's a suicide and my originals are fakes I've got a bullet with the names of all the bastards I want dead I think about them every day, I keep them safely in my head Without missing a beat I'd throw my hands against the stone Shivering, trembling with hate I'd blunt the knife against the bone This life is just a fucking nightmare and we all end up alone I'd put the pressure back on the bastards With their mouths always reeking of death As they condescend on the fragile hearts Leaving us in gibbets with our jaws ripped apart

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released March 10, 2014

Recorded and produced by Fred Forsberg and Murderofcrows.
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Cover and merch designed by Daniel Liljedahl.
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Thanks to Million Thoughts Entertainment for helping us out with merch printing.
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Murderofcrows Gothenburg, Sweden

2014 - 2019

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2020-01-10

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