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Modern Crypts

by Cold Comfort

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Oh it's necessary for you to feel some adrenaline So life got a surprise for you and it's not an amphetamine Steel glitters, seems sharp like a razorblade Jagged and sinister, come put your head into Soaked in piss and sweating like hell On your knees, waiting for a fatal drop The edge falls and gonna make an orifice But it ain't leave a single cut, it ain't leave a single cut You stand up disturbed, confused Feeling alive through mandatory trial Fake guillotine haunts man for a lifetime Fake guillotine haunts man for a lifetime.
2.
Frolic 04:28
It's midnight, I'm waiting, excited For you to join me in our frolic A nervous look at watch You are a bit late to rendezvous But nevermind, take my hand Onward to our quest We rushed to the roofs, I'm opening the bottle of wine Let's drink some blood of christ Then through the cemetary to downtown Our shades are moving in dusk between the crosses Eventually, we are Crushing into the back alley My hands are getting naughty I'm teasing you Bodies are merged Into a swirling mass Kiss kiss bang bang.
3.
Caged Tiger 04:32
Relentless and intolerant The young ones are Growling, twitching Like a caged tiger Running from bar to bar of a social cell Searching for the gap to absolute freedom There is no such crack But he doesn't suspects it Society will crush anyone Who dares to oppose the stream Distressed, futile The young ones are Growing, pushing themselves Through the dismal reality A desperate roar from a gaping mouth A sound of a tiger who gives up the dream A perception that comes with aging A knowledge of a worthless youth fantasy.
4.
Harvest 02:02
Gifts are given to young and old The ticket to a joyful nothingness But there is no time for its own repose There is no even a spare minute A terrible doom A restless existence Engulfed with own labor The death knows no rest The death knows no rest Infinite harvest of souls Of recently deceased Infinite harvest of souls And there is no way To give up this authority.
5.
One year closer, one step to death The clock is ticking, we are writhing inside Billion cells born and billion others are dead Celebration, celebration of our demise Happy birthday, happy doomsday to you Call some people who are willing to mature with you We are drinking, our eyes are sinking in booze We are feasting, we are feasting on our dismay We are obedient to time And there is nothing that can be done Soon we shall descend to our graves To our graves beneath the ground And we are singing our ode To praise frailty of living things.
6.
Wax 04:32
The candle is burning, emitting the light The wax is dripping, sticking to a surface Illumination, shadows fall back And the items below are unveiled Another candle's on fire, spitting its own wax Mixed up, they're falling together to a surface All the beds and cars and spoons and swords Walls and shields are covered with it The fuse is burnt down, no emitting of light The wax is still remaining, stick it to the items.

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The first EP of a post-punk/darkwave band Cold Comfort from Rivne, Ukraine. Written and produced in 2013 by CC. Artwork by dismolotov.

Artist: Cold Comfort
Title: Modern Crypts
Format: Cassette
Edition: 60 copies on yellow tapes
Catalogue Number: SAD048
Release Date: 02.07.2014
Price: 150rub / 3 EUR

Tracklist:
A1. Guillotine Fake
A2. Frolic
A3. Caged Tiger
B1. Harvest
B2. One Year Closer
B3. Wax

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released July 2, 2014

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