All tracks written by Raymond Watts, except track 6 written by Raymond Watts and Karl Hyde
Raymond Watts
Steve White – guitar
Imai Hisashi – guitar (7)
Karl Hyde – guitar (6)
Carol Anne Reynolds – backing vocals (4) Anna Wildsmith – additional words
Recorded at Ranch Apocalypse, London
JVC / Nothind Reacords
__________Serial Killer Thriller__________
This is the dirt that grows the misery that you suck upon
Oh come to bedlam you will find a fist to fuck upon
This soul is itchin' to receive the taste upon your spoon
My guilt will marry me and lies are gonna be my groom
Oh silence I can hear you
Swinging slowly on the gentle rope
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Just for you
And from your bitter string I suck upon all your bitter lies
And wait with baited bitter breath upon your bridal knife
I cannot take this thing you force into my face again
I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again
A choir of flies rehearse their hymns upon my open eyes
Your devil crawls to me to give my somewhere I can hide
Oh silence I can hear you
Swinging slowly on the gentle rope
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Just for you
Oh silence I can hear you
Swinging slowly on the gentle rope
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Just for you
__________Ham Strung On The Highway__________
See the long thin shadow of the reaper
See the long thin shadow of the rope
I feel the finger of hunger
I feel the blade upon this throat
Shut the door upon my face
Stoke the boiler of this pain
Put the fuel upon this flame
I'll get a grip
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
Put the muzzle to my head
In the dark the dirt the din
Cut the carcass suck it in
I'll get a grip
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
Give me something to believe
This hope is braking and is sunk
I'll dive into this long disease
The captain of this ship drunk
The lions share of shame
Born to bear the brunt of blame
Filthy is my middle name
I'll get a grip
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
See the long thin shadow of the reaper
See the long thin shadow of the rope
I feel the finger of hunger
I feel the blade upon this throat
Give me something to believe
This hope is braking and is sunk
I'll dive into this long disease
The captain of this ship drunk
I'll get a gun
__________Golgotha__________
(instrumental)
__________The Sick__________
Don't think I can't see through you
Don't think you would ever fool me
I'll get what's coming to me
From the womb unto the tomb
The stagnant air that fills the room
Into the shrine where you have knelt
You felt the buckle now feel the belt
Your deepest cut will leave no mark
This sceptic skin will never scar
Come breathe some light into this dark
Be penitent and penetrate
Between the liquor and all these lies
See past the bruises of this hate
Come face to face and meet your fate
The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees
This sleuth hound is the Lord lies
This boiling pot will draw the flies
Write one more check before you die
The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees
Be penitent and penetrate
Between the liquor and all these lies
See past the bruises of this hate
Come face to face and meet your fate
The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees
Don't think I can't see through ya
Do ya think I'd ever fool ya
You'll get what's coming to ya
You'll get what's coming to ya
You'll get what's coming to ya
The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees
Backing vocalist Carol Anne Reynolds was Raymond's cleaning lady while he was recording the songs for Sinsation. When he called her in to have a go at the vocals, he didn't know she'd turn out to be quite as brilliant as she was
__________Painiac (Nothing Touches Me)__________
Why don't you do what I want you to do?
Why don't you see me the way that I see you?
Why don't you say what I want you to say?
Why don't you hurt me in that special way?
Come on and be my God
Come on and be my gun
One is for killing
One is for fun
Too scared to walk away
It's too scared to say
Why don't you soak me in the stain of your twisted mind?
Why don't you coat me in the blood of your broken shrine?
Why don't you cut me the way I wanna cut you?
Why don't you fuck me the way I wanna fuck you?
Come on and be my God
Come on and be my gun
One is for killing
One is for fun
Too scared to walk away
It's too scared to say
__________Shell__________
Young lips drink deeply on the bitter waters of hate
Suspicion and despair
Those lungs choked on the stale stench of poison and decay
Oh Lord don't give me what I deserve
Give me something I need
Don't give me what I deserve
Give me something I need
Oh Lord don't give me what I deserve
Give me something I need
Oh Lord don't give me what I deserve
Come give me something I need
Give me something I need
Give me something I need
Give me something I need
You take everything that you see and break it into pieces for me
Break it into pieces
Tear me piece by piece
Don't give me what I deserve
Give me something I need
Oh Lord don't give me what I deserve come give me something I need
Come give me something I need
Come give me something I need
Come give me something I need
__________Analgesia__________
(instrumental)
__________Volcano_________
And the river will rise up
And heal all the scars
On this broken skin
And drown in this cup
And the flies they will flock
And throw into the dock
And listen with a crooked ear
And they cackle and they sneer
And the river will rise up
And the river will rise up
And the matter of murder
Sits on my shoulder
And whispers to me
That I will be free
God Volcano!
Give me my self respect I plead
God Volcano!
This one thing I can believe
And the river will rise up
And in your lonely dark designs
Feel the cut and scaly rind
The malice and the wicked crimes
Of the sordid daily grind
And the river will rise up
And the words they spit with hate
Will never mitigate
Any semblance of the truth
That's broken or despised
God Volcano!
Give me my self respect I plead
God Volcano!
This one thing I can believe
God Volcano!
Bring your flesh right into me
You are the air that I can breathe
God Volcano!
Give me my self respect I plead
God Volcano!
This one thing I can believe
God Volcano!
Bring your flesh right into me
You are the air that I can breathe
__________Hot Hole__________
I never thought that it would come to this
The spike the spoon the darkening room
Holed up in my mecca of misery - motel hell
Dancing for the drunken, diseased and the doomed
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
I never thought I would confide in you
Suckled as I am by the righteous roots of envy
And I never thought that it would ever ring true
The more you help me the more I hate you
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed I'd confide in you
I never thought that it would ever ring true
That you could hurt me the way I wanna hurt you
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would it would come to this
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
__________Transceration__________
(instrumental)
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Swinging slowly on the gentle rope
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Just for you
And from your bitter string I suck upon all your bitter lies
And wait with baited bitter breath upon your bridal knife
I cannot take this thing you force into my face again
I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again
A choir of flies rehearse their hymns upon my open eyes
Your devil crawls to me to give my somewhere I can hide
Oh silence I can hear you
Swinging slowly on the gentle rope
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Just for you
Oh silence I can hear you
Swinging slowly on the gentle rope
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Sinsation
Serial killer thriller
Just for you
__________Ham Strung On The Highway__________
See the long thin shadow of the reaper
See the long thin shadow of the rope
I feel the finger of hunger
I feel the blade upon this throat
Shut the door upon my face
Stoke the boiler of this pain
Put the fuel upon this flame
I'll get a grip
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
Put the muzzle to my head
In the dark the dirt the din
Cut the carcass suck it in
I'll get a grip
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
Give me something to believe
This hope is braking and is sunk
I'll dive into this long disease
The captain of this ship drunk
The lions share of shame
Born to bear the brunt of blame
Filthy is my middle name
I'll get a grip
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
See the long thin shadow of the reaper
See the long thin shadow of the rope
I feel the finger of hunger
I feel the blade upon this throat
Give me something to believe
This hope is braking and is sunk
I'll dive into this long disease
The captain of this ship drunk
I'll get a gun
__________Golgotha__________
(instrumental)
__________The Sick__________
Don't think I can't see through you
Don't think you would ever fool me
I'll get what's coming to me
From the womb unto the tomb
The stagnant air that fills the room
Into the shrine where you have knelt
You felt the buckle now feel the belt
Your deepest cut will leave no mark
This sceptic skin will never scar
Come breathe some light into this dark
Be penitent and penetrate
Between the liquor and all these lies
See past the bruises of this hate
Come face to face and meet your fate
The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees
This sleuth hound is the Lord lies
This boiling pot will draw the flies
Write one more check before you die
The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees
Be penitent and penetrate
Between the liquor and all these lies
See past the bruises of this hate
Come face to face and meet your fate
The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees
Don't think I can't see through ya
Do ya think I'd ever fool ya
You'll get what's coming to ya
You'll get what's coming to ya
You'll get what's coming to ya
The weak will walk the sick will see
Caress my cursed soul for me
These begging hands will prey with glee
Upon your blackened fists and knees
Backing vocalist Carol Anne Reynolds was Raymond's cleaning lady while he was recording the songs for Sinsation. When he called her in to have a go at the vocals, he didn't know she'd turn out to be quite as brilliant as she was
__________Painiac (Nothing Touches Me)__________
Why don't you do what I want you to do?
Why don't you see me the way that I see you?
Why don't you say what I want you to say?
Why don't you hurt me in that special way?
Come on and be my God
Come on and be my gun
One is for killing
One is for fun
Too scared to walk away
It's too scared to say
Why don't you soak me in the stain of your twisted mind?
Why don't you coat me in the blood of your broken shrine?
Why don't you cut me the way I wanna cut you?
Why don't you fuck me the way I wanna fuck you?
Come on and be my God
Come on and be my gun
One is for killing
One is for fun
Too scared to walk away
It's too scared to say
__________Shell__________
Young lips drink deeply on the bitter waters of hate
Suspicion and despair
Those lungs choked on the stale stench of poison and decay
Oh Lord don't give me what I deserve
Give me something I need
Don't give me what I deserve
Give me something I need
Oh Lord don't give me what I deserve
Give me something I need
Oh Lord don't give me what I deserve
Come give me something I need
Give me something I need
Give me something I need
Give me something I need
You take everything that you see and break it into pieces for me
Break it into pieces
Tear me piece by piece
Don't give me what I deserve
Give me something I need
Oh Lord don't give me what I deserve come give me something I need
Come give me something I need
Come give me something I need
Come give me something I need
__________Analgesia__________
(instrumental)
__________Volcano_________
And the river will rise up
And heal all the scars
On this broken skin
And drown in this cup
And the flies they will flock
And throw into the dock
And listen with a crooked ear
And they cackle and they sneer
And the river will rise up
And the river will rise up
And the matter of murder
Sits on my shoulder
And whispers to me
That I will be free
God Volcano!
Give me my self respect I plead
God Volcano!
This one thing I can believe
And the river will rise up
And in your lonely dark designs
Feel the cut and scaly rind
The malice and the wicked crimes
Of the sordid daily grind
And the river will rise up
And the words they spit with hate
Will never mitigate
Any semblance of the truth
That's broken or despised
God Volcano!
Give me my self respect I plead
God Volcano!
This one thing I can believe
God Volcano!
Bring your flesh right into me
You are the air that I can breathe
God Volcano!
Give me my self respect I plead
God Volcano!
This one thing I can believe
God Volcano!
Bring your flesh right into me
You are the air that I can breathe
__________Hot Hole__________
I never thought that it would come to this
The spike the spoon the darkening room
Holed up in my mecca of misery - motel hell
Dancing for the drunken, diseased and the doomed
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
I never thought I would confide in you
Suckled as I am by the righteous roots of envy
And I never thought that it would ever ring true
The more you help me the more I hate you
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed I'd confide in you
I never thought that it would ever ring true
That you could hurt me the way I wanna hurt you
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would it would come to this
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
Hot hole!
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
I never dreamed it would come to this
__________Transceration__________
(instrumental)
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