Inamorata

by Vilipend

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released 01 August 2012
Inamorata:

Guitar, bass and screaming recorded by Leon Taheny at Angles Up Studios in Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Kick, snare, toms, cymbals and lumber recorded by Leon Taheny at 6 Nassau in Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Mixing and mastering services provided by Dave Sheldon

“[erosion]” and “[apnea]” mixing courtesy of Leon Taheny

Guitar histrionics on “Meant To Be…” courtesy of Luke Roberts

Artwork by Randy Ortiz (damnthedesign.com)

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Track Name: To Impede the Healing Process
To Impede the healing process

Pride worn poorly, around her neck
Her lips taste of better days
Her lips taste of sin

“Just hang on,” she said
This hate and hurt a noose
Ever tighter it coils
Around her hope
Around her heart

A single locust in the plague
Does her part, takes pride in her work
While the night blesses those ideas
The day abhors

Cut and paste her broken thoughts
Her eyes are heavy with hate
Swallowed by the night
By a thread she hangs

Cut and paste her broken thoughts
Her eyes are heavy with hate

Used bodies using bodies
Breathing their last breaths
Alcohol erodes regret
She's heaven sent but hell-bent

Cut and paste her broken thoughts
Her eyes are heavy with hate

Heavy, her eyes are heavy with hate

There will be blood, there always is

She sees shadows creeping into her smile
She hears those whispers: “there will be blood”

She sees shadows creeping into her smile
She hears those whispers: “there will be blood”

Swallowed by the night

To impede the healing process
No heart left unscathed

To impede the healing process
No heart left unscathed
Track Name: Cutting Heartstrings [erosion]
"Cutting Heartstrings"

Cowards and whores swallow of love’s need
These days pass so quickly, aw these nights, you know, last so long

This too, this too shall pass, but it will, it’ll leave its mark

Cut her heartstrings
Fall into the abyss
Lovelorn, love-worn
Cut my heartstrings
Save me from
Myself

She can have this love; I will keep this hate
She can have this love; I’ll keep my hate

Waiting for the words to come
Searching for any meaning

Her wrists are aching
The pills are pleading
Her body’s begging
For this abuse

Her
Heart
Is
A rape scene

Her
Heart
Is
A rape scene

My heart is…
My heart is…
My heart is…
A rape scene

Excise caring like it’s cancer

Detuned, broken, cut her heart strings; she can’t hear the music
Cut her heart strings
She can’t hear the music

Detuned, broken, cut her heart strings; she can’t hear the music
Cut her heart strings
She can’t hear the music… anymore

[erosion]
Track Name: Last Stand of the Hopeless Romantic
"The Last Stand of the Hopeless Romantic"

Distance makes hearts atrophy and they die
They die
Choke it down, makes her better, makes her worse
Makes me worse

I would rather the world end than our love, than our love

Can’t stop shaking
Can’t stop taking
This solace turned so low

I would rather the world end
I would rather the world end than our love
Love

The mournings are the worst, waiting for the pills to dull her hate, round her broken thoughts

This is her heart’s last stand
This is her heart’s last stand
This is her heart’s last stand
This is her heart’s last stand... and fall