Lost Faith

by Thee Samedi

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released April 26, 2014

released 26 April 2014
also recorded in tj's basement

Both songs were written by Thee Samedi:

Tj Main: Drums
Ryan Mangione-Smith: Guitar
Alex Pitts: Bass
Noah Fowler: Words

Recorded/Mixed by David Conover
Mastered by Rowdy Gleason

Special Thanks:
Friends, Family, and Ground Zero our 2nd home.



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Track Name: TV Evangelist
Believe me child, I'd rather
Be a blind house-pet than a
Stray strolling down that
Primrose path

I know that in the back of my head
You don't even exist
Fear and pleasure may lead you to god,
but i'll send even him into fits
And I scream
And I shout
And I twist my body

Listen child I will tell you no lie
Gaze at my slander
Smoke and mirror
Choke it down
And choke it down
Choke it down dry
How naive
How naive
Have I broken your pride

Non-believer, non-believer
Infect our myopic beliefs
Sinner, you sinner
Fire and brimstone will show you no grief
See error in your way

You're sufferin child
His dominion is cutthroat
Forsaken child
Forsaken child
Forsaken child
Forsaken child
I beseech you heathen
I invoke you cretin
Lord knows I won't
Lord knows I won't
Lord knows I won't
Track Name: Lukewarm
Love for me is formaldehyde
The closer you get, another piece of you dies
Hold your forked tounge and lie me on the floor
limb by limb, you watch me pallor mor

Cut me from
The tree I hang
Be your nephilim darlin
Oh, how i'll swing

Infernal, I am so
Spit me out, just spit me out
Hawk me out, Am I lukewarm
You know I am, I'm lukewarm

Scorn me baby
Burn me at the stake
Do my jaded eyes make you

Boredom fills like possesion
and takes control
Make me resent you, don't even try
Because I already know
I already know
I already know

Fistful of pills
Down your throat
There's a skull in your room
with you and your suicide note

She never ceases to disgust herself
She hates herself
Distract her senses with razerblades
Distract her senses with razerblades
Purge me up baby

I'm the moth
That eats your grease
Not their life on the line
It's yours that will soon cease
Just spit me out
Just hawk me out
Yeah, I'm lukewarm