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No One Expects An Inquisition

by Illusion of Joy

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Triangle 04:28
Lust, call it as it lays I trust you feel the same way Desire or a sense of shame By now it’s one and the same How you tease and torture me It’s easy to relate I can not leave the serpent be We spread our dirty fantasies I feed you with my guilt and it likewise smothers me Chorus: Step right up, step right in The time I die, is it the time that we’re finished? Step right up, step right in The time I die isn’t the time that we’re finished I long for you Sing your siren song to me Shipwrecked, we knew ecstasy Refrain, no big finish now Loose tongues and voices so loud Compose and play inside my head A song, we three, the band would be so big in bed You twist a song of different keys But I’ll puzzle you out as you sing a game of me Chorus We were lonely, you and I, we came about How the magnetism pull shuffled off doubt Bitter were the puritans and acrid were their condescending tongues Bitter were those lonely days but now those lonely days are all long gone And if we are but a disgrace Then you can leave a mark upon my pretty face Chorus
Impact 04:08
Are you staring at the precipice, is the wind whipping at your limbs? Do you fear that you might fall? Does it no longer matter? Packed your bags, paid the price, you left, you’ve come so very far Now you stagnate at the edge and dare someone to push you She tied her heart to a tree like a ribbon saying, “please come home” The yellow and red bled into another season She held her hopes out for the whole world to ridicule Until a letter of regret and an engagement ring So cry until tomorrow It’s a piteous sound, such a piteous sound you make Drown yourself in sorrow But don’t visit the grave Chorus: There is no way out of here On the radio, loud and clear The anguished voices of a thousand lost souls crying out in fear Burning up in the atmosphere Crash land and disappear The anguished voices of a thousand lost souls crying out in fear Steal your time; it’s how they steal your life and the hunt’s on until death Do you depart from the world? Do you make one final stand here? Pick a fight, pick a time, pick a place, claw out of this ennui Though you’re battered through and through, well, I guess the bleeding is a life sign Chorus Cry until tomorrow It’s a piteous sound, such a piteous sound you make Drown yourself in sorrow But don’t dig up the grave Chorus
Take the makeup off your face Please remove your mask, show the truth underneath Take your costume, hang it up There’s no need to prove a thing to the world Set your flowers on the floor Withered roses cry to kiss you no more Stop the music, quell the angst Take one final bow and exit the stage “He will love me in the end He’ll pack up his life, come back again He can’t just leave me behind He’ll return to me, the scene of the crime” Chorus: It’s over, you can’t pretend Don’t think about what might have been We both knew it’d end this way So let those dreams fade away Take your clichés, pack them up All of your little toys, knick-knacks and trifles Place your hand upon your heart Open up the door and please show me out “I will go and visit him I’ll pack up my life, he’ll let me in We shall be forevermore With just him and me, we’ll be so happy” Chorus “How could you leave me behind? Dove in deep enough to turn the tide Were not we forevermore? Love is misery, I’m so unhappy” Chorus
Vertical 04:28
I am moving to Michigan I have made a new friend there I’ve packed my bags, said my goodbyes And I doubt I’ll come ’round here anymore For the lovers come and go They all have run dry So I’ll stand in burdened judgement I shall bring the gavel down I can’t afford to waste my time Being smart is moving forward I can not be held behind Yet I don’t want to learn to fly You will never learn to fly Pretty faces, pretty movies A revolving door club house But this club is quite exclusive And you never know just when your time is running out Feel the excitement wax and wane I should probably be moving on When did life become so boring? Why do people disappoint? Can’t I afford some better highs? Being smart is being heartless Pick the fruit and squeeze it dry Well, you will never learn to fly Ha! I don’t want to learn to fly Raise your hands to the dark orange sky Lay down in the dirty night Raise your hands!
Amnestyville 03:05
Chorus: Four days in Amnestyville Four days on the wrong side of the conflict Four days in a box and they’re taking me home I’ve got a will and I’ve got a way Got my soapbox and I’ve something to say That is right, throw my hat in the fight; I’m in it to win it I won’t give in – yes, I’ve got some nerve And what you want, we do not deserve All is fair; shoot the words through the air to counter the barrage Chorus I don’t recall when the field went strange The pieces moved and the rules were changed And I’m not sure when everyone else started playing a new game Now dim the lights in this crowded room I’ve got my script, my lips start to move Unify, get so high, reach the sky; strange, this feels like a gang rape Chorus
Retribution 03:10
You’d better watch your ass, kid – you’d better watch your step The fact that you’re still moving means I’m not through with you yet A high of paranoia won’t serve you all too well Despite your efforts, I will drag you with me straight to hell There’s too many self-absorbed cunts in this town Too many special snowflakes snorting up entitlement There’s an awful dearth of self-flagellation But spoiled children tend to become self-absorbed adults Chorus: I’ll get you back I’ll get you back You’ll never see it coming I’ll get you back I’ll get you back Somehow, I’ll think of something The name you read is “Beldam,” the thought simply, “drop dead” You twitch and writhe, feel sick and despite it you take a step I hold an air of poison: a choking radius You don the mask but still you gasp all vertigo and dust There’s too many adult babies in the play room They make a mess and think that someone else should clean it up There’s a huge surplus on pitching a tantrum Blaming others for your woe is the easiest way out Chorus
Resolution 03:29
I see your blood flow in my dreams And it is beautiful I see your skull slowly cave in And it is beautiful No doubt that I will be caught No doubt that I will be caught It is beautiful Beautiful…beautiful…beautiful… I lay you in a shallow grave And it is beautiful Arrange the stones to keep you safe I make it beautiful No doubt that I will be caught No doubt that I will be caught No doubt that I will be caught No doubt that I will be caught Know that it is beautiful Beautiful…beautiful…beautiful…oh no…
Lungless 06:23
That is a good plan That’s where we’ll go You plot a course there And I’ll work below Chorus: Drowning on the beach A victim of low tide Forever within reach As the pain subsides We sail the rough seas We rue the tide Dawn of misfortune Morning’s red sky Short time for writing Send your regards Bottles away now Godspeed to your hearts Chorus Washed up on gold sand Wet parchment unrolled Ink and saltwater No story was told When our bodies followed They held not a clue A group of head shakers Asking, “well, who are these people?” That was a good plan So we set forth Sailed to the edge and We fell overboard There is no writing We have no names Intent and ambition We took to the grave Chorus
One scene, now cut The camera points A different direction Curtain, not here We can still bow A standing ovation Once you were the leading man and I the lady at your side But fortunes change; the silver screen has died Chorus: I’ll never fall in love again I’ll never fall in love again I’ll never fall in love again I wish this pain was killing me I’ll never fall in love again I’ll never fall in love again I’ll never fall in love again, it’s true There is a space between me and you Once seen, now blind The party is dead No more champagne wishes Concrete, worn shoes An alleyway At knifepoint and vicious Time I was the glamour queen and you my one superhero Will I be found? Will anybody know? Chorus
I just want a simple life God, guns and government Out so far as to be nonexistent I’ll take death if not liberty This is not a cry for anarchy Because I intend to die wealthy Chorus: Hey, supermurderman: raise your cup, it’s a tea party! Tears of joy when a bridge should fall A vulgar monument to socialism Build a boat, learn to swim; boy, it’s time to be self-sufficient Dog eat dog and I won’t be a bitch I’ll do it all by myself, I’ll do it all for myself Because an ego is the one religion Chorus


released November 8, 2011


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Illusion of Joy Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Illusion of Joy is the duo of musicians Seth Warren and Maresa Whitehead based out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Influenced by a plethora of alternative 1980s musicians including The Cure, Public Image Ltd. and The Bolshoi, the retro aesthetic of Illusion of Joy is balanced by lyrics that alternate between contemporary and timeless. ... more

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