From Bethlehem To Oblivion
- Released
- 2013
- Catalog
- R2W004
- Label
- Razor to Wrist
From Bethlehem To Oblivion by Polkadot Cadaver. Released in 2013 on Razor to Wrist.
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From Bethlehem To Oblivion by Polkadot Cadaver on Razor to Wrist.
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TRACK LIST.
- You Don’t Deserve a Goddamn Thing For Christmas
- Christmas Angel
- Blue Christmas
- Sad Christmas Clown
- Worship the Sun
- 12 Days of Christmas, Repent!
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LYRICS.
Placeholder lyrics — original demo text, not the artist’s lyrics.
Demo song — Static in the walls
We put the daylight in a drawer
And nailed our names above the door
The ceiling hums a crooked tune
The meter feeds on borrowed moons
No grand escape, no clean disguise
Just sparks behind our tired eyes
We turn the broken signal high
And teach the quiet how to die
And nailed our names above the door
The ceiling hums a crooked tune
The meter feeds on borrowed moons
No grand escape, no clean disguise
Just sparks behind our tired eyes
We turn the broken signal high
And teach the quiet how to die
Demo song — Last shift underground
Clock out beneath the cemetery sign
The night shift owes us overtime
A paper crown, a rusted throne
We built a kingdom out of bones
The elevator skips our floor
So drag the thunder through the door
If morning asks where we have been
Tell it the basement let us in
The night shift owes us overtime
A paper crown, a rusted throne
We built a kingdom out of bones
The elevator skips our floor
So drag the thunder through the door
If morning asks where we have been
Tell it the basement let us in
Demo song — Dead batteries
The warning light has lost its nerve
We took a turn beyond the curve
Our shadows quit a mile ago
There is no map for moving slow
We wired the heart with scavenged thread
And kept the small red signal fed
No borrowed halo, no last prayer
Just one more sound in empty air
We took a turn beyond the curve
Our shadows quit a mile ago
There is no map for moving slow
We wired the heart with scavenged thread
And kept the small red signal fed
No borrowed halo, no last prayer
Just one more sound in empty air
