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Asylum for Souls
07:53
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“Subject number 18 06 15, Major depressive disorder and psychotic episodes, self-destruction obsession and identity crisis, 14 suicide attempts in records, extremely dangerous, do not release it to free society”
Please believe me; I don’t have a mental illness
It’s just my soul that is too damaged to go on
Please Doctor you have to help me; I’m not fine at all
Can you fix me? Can you fix the spirits inside me?
But please Doctor; don’t destroy the remains of my mind
“It’s fucking hurting me, please make it stop!”
Soon all your childhood memories will disappear
Take it easy boy, this is just a routine
Relax; everything is going to be fine
Soon you will wake up, as a productive member of the free society
THERE IS NO SCAPE
I’m going crazy?
Unfortunately I think you’re crazy, please take your…
Anti-depressive pills for breakfast
An electroconvulsive therapy for lunch
And for dinner, an delicious anesthesia just for sleep
My personal psychotherapy
Medicate me [x2]
Let me live in my own world of illusions
“The essence of the iron in the blood obsesses me, and it’s better when the blood comes from my own veins; I know that I’ll never going to leave this place, the silence in your answers forces me to abandon any hope, but this is the hell after all and this is my penalty, all my life I’ve learned to be a righteous person but someday everything changed, It gives me pleasure break all the rules and taste all the things that will going to kill me, but the greatest pleasure is break the ultimate rule of all, the life itself; I just want to die but the people I love don’t let me kill myself; I’m condemned to live this life in a love jail build by the people I love, I’m a fucking slave that wants to be free, I’m the life’s slave, I just want to die alone…”
Scorch my head and alter my soul
Love, can you make me normal again?
I don’t want to live in this fucking hell for another day
I can’t remember when everything turned this grim
I can’t just run away from this odd suffering
I am crazy [x2]
You can’t be treated; this is your eternal curse
Wander the hallways of this institution until you die
But please take your…
Anti-depressive pills for breakfast
An electroconvulsive therapy for lunch
And for dinner, an delicious anesthesia just for sleep
My personal psychotherapy
Medicate me [x2]
Let me live in my own world of illusions
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2. |
Please, forget me...
05:16
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Since the sunrise till the sundown
Your toxic memories infest my mind
You still poison the lakes of my hope
With your unnecessary presence
The existence of your remembers in my brain
This lost foundation is pointless
But no matter how hard I try
You’ll never going to leave me
Because you love my pain
Since the sunrise till the sundown
Your toxic memory
Haunted by your ghost
Insomnia embraces me with shame
Just make my dream come true
And cut my neck and drink my blood
JUST GET OUT OF MY MIND
What is the purpose to live this empty life?
When everything and everyone decline with the years
Fuck the smile face of the rest
I hate your fucking happiness
Today and tomorrow are just like the yesterday
Just potential memories that will crush me
New theoretic scars in my old skin
THIS LIFE AIN'T WORTH LIVING
What do you feel when you see the reflection of the sun in your window?
Do you feel the warmness of the shining sun?
Or do you feel repulsion by the blindness light?
Close your eyes and pretend to be the corpse that will never wake up
Since the sunrise till the sundown
Your toxic memory
Keeps end and end and end
All my sanity is near to be crushed
By your fucking ghost inside of my head
And the sun round and round and round
Breaking every bond between the life and the death
We are separate by the two sides of the mirror
Of the two absolute states of the nature of this reality that we own
This is our unstoppable and unavoidable tragic
Since the sunrise till the sundown
Your toxic memory
Keeps end and end and end
All my sanity is near to be crushed
By your fucking ghost inside of my head
And the sun round and round and round
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Acolyte of Pain
05:32
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Pray for pain, pray for agony
To burn this world
When hers icy corpse just be there for us
When this numb obsession…
…freezes as cold as the moon
Leave me with this appetite
Just walk this way
If you’re waiting for darkness
And not for the light
To see the final meaning of my own
A great crowd in the center of the pentagram
I left my soul into a trashcan
I don’t need it anymore
I’m the acolyte of pain
I am the server of the discomfort ones
Memento mei, in aeternum
Meus dilectus demissionem
(Remember me forever
My beloved depression)
Come closer and watch
The doorstep of the edge of this fucking earth
I have addiction for pain and for life
I’m in love with the past
Life is pain, pain is life
Perpetual bleeding from the dark
Negate me if you are ready to leave
The realm of misery
But you’ll never learn…
…how is the true way to be really corrupt
Madness is by my side
I left my soul into a trashcan
I don’t need it anymore
I’m the acolyte of pain
I am the server of the discomfort ones
Memento mei, in aeternum
Meus dilectus demissionem
(Remember me forever
My beloved depression)
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Under the Glass
05:05
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How could I see the light at the end of a tunnel?
When I'm surrounded by shadows
Seeking shelter, a little human contact
A bit of warmth from others
But I meet a cesspool of worthless societies
Where really am I?
Like fools we clap and categorize
Those who believe are bigger than us
But under the glass you’re naked and cold
In the convergence of all the views, nothing can be hided
You’re mask is falling down
Redemption, the way that I am trying to walk
Renunciation, of this marked path with the traces of god
Resignation, of all of us, there is nothing left
Resurrection, the resurrection of the moth
The sickest
The most putrid thing
The most infested with malicious
People just like you
Only the most urged screams for attention
Yelling their problems and their shortcomings
All of us are trying to look for a second aside
Bad intentions are camouflaged with color
We are artificial rainbows
Just a little human connection, is what we all seek
Why we don’t say the truth like it is, turn down the rainbow
Break all the mirrors with their black phantasmagorias
Cut off your wings the sky isn’t your home anymore
And then rise up to the glass and look inside you
Deep inside of your inner fears
Look the demon face to face
Who are you? What are you?
We are under the glass
We are liars for nature; we live only for the carrion
The last human who stands in the middle of the glass will survive
We do not tell the truth and we decorate this with a harlot pinky dress
We are resigned to live this translucence hell; the only truth is there is nothing left…
…but the moth
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5. |
P A I N
02:32
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[Instrumental]
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Our Tortuous Prospects
03:55
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En mis pensamientos más profundos
Puedo encerrarme por semanas completas
Imaginando mil escenarios diferentes
En los que estamos tú y yo completamente solos
Solo tú estás conmigo, y yo estoy aquí a tu lado
Quitándome la vida lentamente una vez más
Una sonrisa cubierta de miedos de un lado del árbol
Y una sonrisa invertida que no se puede transformar
Experiencias y sueños trágicos me han traído a este lugar
Donde ruego por un poco de simpatía ajena para que al final
NO ME QUEDE NADA MÁS
Solo los ecos me han acompañado desde el primer día
Demonios pequeños que con los años se volvieron gigantes
Su aura de oscuridad me da calor y compañía por las noches
Y mientras más trato de acércame a los demás
Al final todo resulta contraproducente
Y veo con atención nuestros tortuosos prospectos
Que trazamos con tanta ingenuidad
En mis pensamientos más profundos
Puedo encerrarme por semanas completas
Imaginando mil escenarios diferentes
En los que estamos tú y yo completamente solos
Solo tú estás conmigo, y en silencio mientras observas
Como atravieso mi pecho con un cuchillo
Buscando un corazón para darte
Pero yo no encuentro nada
No tengo nada que entregar a ti
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7. |
Lustful Ethanol
03:41
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Your ghost strips for me
Sex without consent
Kiss me with your razorblade lips
Fuck me with your naked soul
The flavor of the alcohol is better from your body
No love here, just lust, just desire
The cigarettes cauterize my wounds
Burn my skin and leave a crevice in my heart
Hit me with your hate
You’re the inspiration of my inner rage
I hate you, I fucking hate you
Hit me, you scum
With all my hate
I want to tell you
FUCK YOU
Just fuck you and fuck your delusions of grandeur
You are just another filthy human being
I don’t want your pain
I want your death
Kill yourself
Now, please kill yourself now
My suicide Creed
Hit me harder alcohol
Touch me harder my love
If dying by excess of ethanol…
…is the only way to feel your skin again
Fill my glass; I’m prepare to die
Die by Lustful Ethanol Overdose
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8. |
Hollow Spaces
03:44
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[Instrumental]
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