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The Haunting

from 60 Volts Demo by The Truants

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lyrics

My body's not a temple, it's a House of Leaves
A cosmic aberration, my unique disease
An uncanny valley full of skeletal trees
The epicenter of your unease

And the scars and the seams
And the stories that they tell
And the blood as it streams
And the secrets in my cells

It's a labyrinth, it's a catacomb
It's a mausoleum of moss-eaten stone

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!
There's nowhere to run, but so much to fear
When every door opens to the unknown
But this is my haven, and I dwell here alone

My body is the prison that contains the beast
A sinister cathedral with a black-robed priest
This ground is unhallowed and the structure condemned
The old house is haunted and has always been

And the creaking of the stairs
And the rotting of the wood
And the strange face in the mirror
And the faucet dripping blood

Oh can you hear the scream that echoes through your head?
I may be unquiet but I'm not yet dead

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!
There's nowhere to run, but so much to fear
When every door opens to the unknown
But this is my haven, and I dwell here alone

My body will remember what I try to forget
The ticking in my head, and my fingers on the frets
The weight of his body, and the smell of his breath
The passing of the years, the approach of death

And the grinding of my teeth
And the clenching of my jaw
And the tension in my shoulders
And my wrists rubbed raw
And the aching of my heart
And the ever-present strain
And the twisting of my gut
And the instincts born of pain

My body is a circle in a cyclical hell
My body is a shrine wherein all demons dwell

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!
There's nowhere to run, but so much to fear
When every door opens to the unknown
But this is my haven, and I dwell here alone

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from 60 Volts Demo, released January 13, 2014
Lyrics and music: Johnny Truant
Arrangement: The Truants

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The Truants San Francisco, California

The Truants are:
Guitar: Khalil Sullivan
Drums: Estaybahn
Bass & vocals: Johnny Truant

Rock n roll should be cathartic and subversive-- and that's the way we play it. We flirt with genres promiscuously and refuse to commit to a category. Our music comes with a healthy dose of queerness and a side of androgyny.

This is post-traumatic post-punk. ... more

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