05. THE SICKNESS SOCIAL CLUB — VÆR | FROM THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR | Paradoxa Records

VÆR — THE SICKNESS SOCIAL CLUB BACK FROM THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR | 2009 Welcome to the Sickness Social Club. Where corruption wears expensive suits, morality is just another dirty joke, and everyone has something to hide. Behind the polished smiles and impeccable manners lies a world of beautiful decay, hypocrisy, lust and carefully disguised depravity. THE SICKNESS SOCIAL CLUB is a filthy, provocative modern metal anthem driven by crushing guitars, relentless grooves, subtle industrial undertones and Elias Mercer's raw, unmistakable vocals. A twisted invitation into a place where everyone is guilty, nobody is innocent, and the only person worth escaping with might be the most dangerous one in the room. But there's one little problem. You can't escape a place you've been carrying inside yourself all along. “My dear... This is YOUR life.” Welcome to your pretty wicked life. And please, keep your shoes on. The floor has a pulse. THE SICKNESS SOCIAL CLUB — LYRICS Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Please keep your shoes on. The floor has a pulse. We used to have standards here. Then you cunts started showing up! The chandelier is sweating wax The velvet walls are turning black Madame has pearls around her throat And something crawling in her coat The chairman wipes his greasy chin And asks which charity he's in The silver smells of yesterday They call it class and look away Pull up a chair, adjust your tie We've got a cure for being kind Raise your glass, ignore the stain The house adores a well-dressed shame! WELCOME TO THE SICKNESS SOCIAL CLUB! SILK ON THE SKIN AND ROT IN THE GUT! EVERYBODY LOOKS SO FUCKING WELL WITH A PRETTY LITTLE MOUTH FULL OF HELL! WELCOME TO THE SICKNESS SOCIAL CLUB! WE POLISH THE BONES, WE PERFUME THE MUD! IF THE SMELL GETS STRONG, JUST CALL IT LOVE! THAT'S HOW WE DO IT AT THE SICKNESS SOCIAL CLUB! The preacher buys a stranger's sin Then sells it back with interest The judge chews lace between his teeth And rules the stench a masterpiece The waitress serves you something sweet It squirms for years beneath your ribs Of all the monsters you could meet She's the only one you'd leave here with! Dab your mouth, contain your cough There's something in the walls that breathes! WELCOME TO THE SICKNESS SOCIAL CLUB! SILK ON THE SKIN AND ROT IN THE GUT! IF THE SMELL GETS STRONG, JUST CALL IT LOVE! THAT'S HOW WE DO IT AT THE SICKNESS SOCIAL CLUB! You've been awfully quiet. Is there something you don't like? There's a portrait by the stairs. Your face. Your suit. Your vacant stare. My dear... This is YOUR life. YOU BUILT THESE WALLS! YOU PAID THE RENT! YOU CHOSE THE MENU! AND EVERY FUCKING GUEST! WELCOME TO THE SICKNESS SOCIAL CLUB! SILK ON YOUR SKIN, BLACK ROT IN YOUR BLOOD! KISS THE RING, THEN LICK THE RUST! CALL IT HOLY WHEN IT'S ONLY LUST! WELCOME TO YOUR PRETTY WICKED LIFE! SWEET PERFUME AND A MOUTH FULL OF MUD! YOU PAID FOR THE VICE! YOU PERFUMED THE SHAME! NOW EVERY ROTTEN MOUTH IS SCREAMING YOUR NAME! YOUR NAME! YOUR NAME! EVERY FILTHY TONGUE KNOWS YOUR NAME! We saved your seat. You never left. Goodnight and see you tomorrow. VÆR — BACK FROM THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR (2009) PARADOXA RECORDS ⚠️ Explicit lyrics. Questionable morals. Excellent company. #VAER #TheSicknessSocialClub #ModernMetal #Indu