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Behind My Mask
02:39
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I can't walk the streets at night, ugly face for all to see
A madman, ghoul, or zombie, doesn't really matter to me
I'm the eyes without a face, I'm a fucking disgrace with my plastic disguise in place
I've tried everything to fill this void, all I need is rubber shaped like a face
And I know I can't take it with me, but I don't want to leave it here
Because behind my mask at least I can cause fear
In my Halloween mask, it's my only chance, the only pleasure my life grants
I'm a five and dime atrocity without a murder spree
My house is full of garbage and it stinks likes holy hell, but there's a shelf high on the wall
And upon it rests my mask enshrined by candlelight, and I don it nearly every fall
And I know I can't take it with me, but I don't want to leave it here
Because behind my mask at least I can cause fear and do it every night
I've got no blade, no butcher knife, I don't want to take your life
I just want to give someone a fright
And I know I can't take it with me, but I don't want to leave it here
Because behind my mask at least I can cause fear and do it every night
I've got no blade, no butcher knife, I don't want to take your life
I just want to give someone a fright
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If all the films have taught me right, then I will probably die tonight
The looking glass has fallen through, the futures that we looked into
Taken to the ending point, there is no everlasting joy
But it's all gone, the time has flown, the lack of everything I've known
Our futures in a cemetery decomposing with old strangers
There's no escape I guess that's fine, but then again why even try?
I'll just drink and watch TV, laugh at the news of violent sprees
Fill my head with blood and gore to escape a life that's become a bore
The nerves cause sanity to fray, the worries stay not go away
The good turns bleak, the bleak remains and all I dream are could have been days
If every decision I have made has brought me to this goddamn place
Can't help but wonder what's the point, it's "oh, the places you will go"!
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He Came Home...
03:50
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As she saw his face through her dirty window pane
Couldn't help but wonder "What goes on in his fucking brain"?
When glow of moonlight cloaks this town, two souls are cursed
This tale so tragic for his face she don't know, but he holds dear hers
And in this alley, and on this night,
It's a heart he once knew, and he wants just to hold it again
Will he ever know he's in the wrong
It's the night that he came home and now no one will come home
As she saw his face pressed against her window pane
All she screamed was "Please, get me out of your fucking brain"!
Now he's gifted her torment, and he's gifted her dread
And she don't know how it started, all she wants is it to end
And on this night, and in her worst dreams
He's come back once again, and she listens to hear him breathe
She doesn't deserve the devil's eyes watching
It's the night he came home and now no one will come home
It's the night that he came home, and now no one comes home
It's the night that he came home, and now no one comes home
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Cocytus
03:44
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Relic of the Past
02:41
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You know I don't want to die
I want to last for quite awhile
Preservation is the style
Don't want to make nobody cry
So, I dress myself in white
And fill my veins, formaldehyde
Self-embalmed to forever last
Life's a relic of the past
Drain my blood from deep within
In an attempt at permanence
Now I no longer can bleed
And in that way I have been freed
The undertaker's word I heed
So, in this coffin now I rest
Surely this art has been my best
And now I wait for you my guest
Self-embalmed to forever last
Life's a relic of the past
Drain my blood from deep within
In an attempt at permanence
I've sewed my eyes shut and my lips are sealed with glue
Just trying to make myself last forever for you
So pale and cold I sit here with nothing I can do
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Creeping Nun Toledo, Ohio
PUNK from Toledo, OH. For fans of beer, terror, nihilism, and songs that bounce from pop to punishing at the blink of an eye.
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