1. |
Gang Bang
02:49
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Feeling I'm lost in a gangbang
I'll push your cock in a grave man
You'll play the game in my way man
My pussy's driving the gangbang
Click on my clit you'll be well paid
You're just a dick at my command
À stack of flesh to be spanked man
Don't fuck with me I'm a hard plegue
Just wanna fuck you quickly
You just turned pale bro
À dizzy twerk I'm happy
Trickling for joy bro
You wanna talk about cash?
First make the money shot
No need to tease with a lash
(you'll come in a snap I'm no slut
Head up men like mikado
Call me the praying mantis
Beheaded by the proud widow
Slither slow for a kiss
Gang Bang, Gang Bang, Gang Bang
Make me burn, lit me up
I'll slap your ass and rip you off
Let me gloat as you crawl
I shake your rump and carry on
I love my mouth when she spits on
The cowards and pricks I lean on
I stone your face in dreamland
you'll caugh up the bills in the end
Bound from the belly with my bitches
Dribbling dickheads on their pitches
Smocking manhood to the roach
Pleasures are freed as you pchhh...
Laid on top of the foodchain
Power's a curse I can tell
Time is up keep your trap shut
Turn me on lick my doughnut
Don't be shy
Good boy
I take you to my candy shop
Gang Bang, Gang Bang, Gang Bang
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2. |
Detuned Lullaby
03:04
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My brain is shrinkin' alone in its cage
My eyes are dry and my feelings are vague
Rolling in circles I'm living as dead
Silence a freak when you living aside
Far from the pulse of a world turning mad
Working too hard have no space to hide
What can I write when I need to get high
My veins do burn in the smoke of my pain
Rising some hope for the sake of my girl
I need to bang for the sake of my soul
my bodie fades and I'm lost in the game
I miss the fever and I miss your hands
Detuned lullaby
My baby mama's sad tonight
Detuned lullaby
I cradle the hope in a sigh
I've dirtied my hands in the human mire
Her tiny feet dancing love on my scars
I am a mother and I crave for life
Struggling as all the women I've cried
Have nothing to loose by trying to beat
the heart of my peers sweeping harder than me
I'm coming alone without batting an eye
In a world made by men I'm feral and proud
My guts beaten out I'm healing the night
Wiping the dark with a pen in my hand
I'm seizing the light in the eyes of my child
And raising my voice as I'm burning out
Detuned lullaby
My baby mama's sad tonight
Detuned lullaby
I cradle the hope in a sigh
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3. |
Liquid Soul
03:37
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Skins are rising, violent grace
Sex are calling for oneness
What is man or woman kind
Trembling flesh, loving hard
Got no boundaries in my desire
Drink my venus from inside
Roll your tongue and melt both sides
[Drink my liquid soul]
Bodies like feathers in weightlessness
Undress the genders to be embraced as a whole
Let it go, hear my flesh, lick it slow
Cross the edge of our kind
Sex do cry on our scars
Breath my sigh
Love your eyes when you breach my mouth
Knead my hip, sense my hair
Nip my lip, freeze my air
Fill the space
Drink my juice as I fall
As you fall
You sink I m licking your soul
Lick my soul
Suck my wounds when I crawl
Oh you crawl
Our shadows dance on the walls
Dance on walls
Swallow my tongue as I sigh
As you sigh
You come and flare on my cries
I cry
Feeling you re burning inside
Burn inside
I'm coming loud on the night
Dark night
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4. |
Wider
02:33
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The wind has deserted
Red and cold ding the streets
Blue seems hot when you’re dead
Eyes and ears in the infinite
The sound is as black as a pale lonely night
And I’m dancing on the grave of the human blade
a door closes
my eye slowly opens
as ears’re closing like prison doors
my eye leach into the gap
Looking for someone in this trap
I’m swaying on the floor and I’m longing for
A lighted match on my cigarette but
Dreaming in the smoke of a burning hope
the world implodes
my lips slowly opens
as cities tighten like fiddle strings
my mouth hoots in the dark
A pack oh dogs on my back
I’m spinning on the ring of a dying king
As I breathe harder in the steel
You smother in a tank of gasoline
The noos tightens
My hand slowly opens
Wide
and Wider and Wider and Wider and Wider
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5. |
Give me a gun
03:40
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My body's sad
My body's mad
My body's not fine
My body's not mine
Who the fuck are you ?
Who the fuck are you ?
Don't look at me
I'll cut your balls out
You, who the fuck are you ?
Who the fuck are you ?
Don t look at me
I ll smash your smile out
You, what a woman are you ?
What a woman are you ?
Give me a gun
I'm on a run
Deep in my eye
My heart's afraid
my body's not mine
My mind's blacked out
my body's not mine
My bones are locked down
Shoot at cocks if they come in my body
Cause my body's not mine
Shoot at hands on the side of my body
Cause my body's not mine
Give me a gun
I'm on a run
Don't give a fuck
Wanna throw up
My body's my gun
Touch it you burn
You and your laws on our bodies and souls
Women do burn
Women do burn
In their smoke you ll drawn
In their smoke you ll drawn
Fuck you all
Give me a gun, give me a gun, give me a gun, give me a gun, give me a gun
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Camille Weale Brussels, Belgium
Camille Weale is a franco-british author and singer settled in Brussels.
Her poetic
writing, made of images and rough sensations, is carried by an hypnotic voice and wild live performances.
1st EP "Bad Mother" : released on April 15th, 2024.
Style : experimental and decadent pop, carried by trashy, acid and mystical lyrics.
Next concert:
April 30th PuppetMastaz openning
@Lechonova (Fr-56)
... more
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