Ruiners

by Desolate

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released June 28, 2015

Thanks to Logan Beaver and Paul Dennis at Octave Audio for mixing/mastering this album as well as they did. Also, special thanks to Logan for his guest vocals on "Manson". Thanks to Steven Ekstrom for all the artwork/video work. Lastly, thanks to No. 1 Chinese for supplying us with house rocks during our 8 days of recording. Thanks Jeff, and fuck you Dave's Tools.

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Track Name: Gein
So you know where the story begins
where my lust started, and my life ends
so you know where the story begins
and this is how it ends

the first one to go, was in 1954
she was so flawless, and that I did adore
oh Mary, sweet Mary (stay awhile)
oh Mary, sweet Mary (Mary)

I carve the saw through her neck
the rigor sets in, my thoughts are in check
her eyes stare me down like she's trying to say
that I'm not a monster, or a foul stray

you never wanted this, you never wanted this
Mother help me, I always wanted this

this is my trophy, this is my prize
her head is perfect, free of lies

so you know where the story begins
where this shit started, and how it fucking ends
it doesn't matter, I got what I wished for
a body to dress and skin for decor

I am the son
I am the only one
I am the son
I am the only one

I needed a new skin, to sew myself into
I needed a new skin, to start again
GO

you never wanted this, you never wanted this
you never wanted this, I always wanted this

Stop

you never wanted this, you never wanted this
you never wanted this, I always wanted this

you never wanted this, you never wanted this
you never wanted this, I always wanted this
Track Name: Manson (ft. Eavesdropper)
Putting faith in man is something I can't do
it's asking too much, corruption through and through
yet for some it's as fucking easy as one, fucking two
and he convinced them all before they even knew

their was always a choice
you took his lead and lost your voice
you made your beds, now rot in them
no excuses, this is your death hymn

this is your death hymn

and I'm so through with this shit
I wanna hear the sound when the hammer hits
too used to shedding my skin
so sick of fitting in

all my hope is gone
so sick of fitting in

I can't take this
I can't take this anymore

I can't take this anymore
it really is a neverending downpour
friend or foe, sister or brother
we just keep on killing each other

shit

friend or foe, son or mother
we're all killing one another

we're all fucked in the head
we're all fucked in the end

putting faith in man is something I'll never do
it's asking too much, pointless through and through
yet for some it's as fucking easy as one, fucking two
I tried my hardest but can't see the point, can you?

(I can't do this, I can't do this)
(I can't do this, I can't)

I can't do this anymore

I give up on this, this hopelessness
the world isn't changing, so I'm calling it quits

SWING

this shit is getting old
follow lead, do what you're told
Manson got one thing right
we'll be the death of ourselves
we are the real plight

I can't do this anymore
I can't do this anymore
Track Name: JWG
3,2,1 GO

this is the death of me
my eyes roll back, still can't see (what I was meant to be)
this is the death of me (death of me)
my eyes roll back, still can't see (can't see)

my eyes roll back, to an empty view of an empty soul
tried to remember what I did wrong
couldn't hold back, did what felt right but was it right?
did I even make you proud?

lucky 33, lucky 33
33 dead bodies, say it with me
lucky 33, lucky 33
I've done my part now give the sentence please

WHAT

my life is covered by this cloud
did I even make you proud?
did I even, did I even...

make you proud?
did I even make you proud?

this is the death of me
my eyes roll back, still can't see
this is the death of me

YEAH, YEAH

this is the death of me
my eyes roll back, still can't see (what I was meant to be)
this is the death of me (this is the death of me)
this is the death of me
Track Name: Dahmer
I am, I am
I am the problem
I am (I am), I am (I am)
I am the fucking problem

I find myself constantly alone
keeping thoughts to myself
still hearts and bleached bone

they don't get it
their eyes are sewn (shut)
this is my reality
still hearts and bleached bone

I am a monster
just be honest with me
just be honest with me

I am a monster
just be honest with me
tell me what you see

just be honest with me
just be honest with me

I bottle this all inside
I tell myself it'll be just fine
that this is the last time
that I'll finally leave this behind

just keep living a lie
left to rot, born to die
just tell me again that I'm fine
I'm not fine, I'm not fine

I am (I am), I am (I am)
I am the fucking problem

give into the frenzy
let them slip to sleep
have my way with them
dear god I'm in too deep

my sanity leaves me here to be
and all I see...

all I see is red

all I see is red

your love to me will always stay true
even if it means just keeping a part of you

the curtain starts to close, as my vision returns
the show's fucking over, as my stomach turns
the world is burning, too bright to see
my world is burning, just be honest with me

just be honest with me

I bottle this all inside
I tell myself it'll be just fine
that this is the last time
that I'll finally leave this behind

just keep living a lie
left to rot, born to die
just tell me again that I'm fine
I'm not fine, I'm not fine

I'll never be fine
I'll never be fine

forgive me, forgive me not
forgive me, forgive me not
Track Name: Victims
We are the victims
we fall one by one
with no one left to save us
what have we done?

we are victims
to a world left in defeat
we are victims
fear yourself more than anyone you meet

fear yourself, fear yourself

FUCK

some of us can end up
like Bundy, Dahmer, or Gacy
maybe it's you, maybe it's me

take a look around, tell me what you see
every single one could be out to kill me
just waiting for the moment for a homicide
I've got one option left, and it's suicide

paranoia and anxiety plague our dreams
this fear is ever growing
it's bursting at the seams

am I the murderer
or the victim?

we are victims
to a world left in defeat
we are victims
fear yourself more than anyone you meet

fear yourself, fear yourself
fear yourself more than anyone you meet

I am a murderer

YEAH

can't control myself anymore
come crashing through the door
I just want to let it out
and forget about this doubt

we are all marked for death

we are all marked for death
doomed from birth, in hell we rest

we are the victims
consumed by thoughts in our head
we are the victims
and soon we'll all join the dead