Love Zombie
Carrion Vael Lyrics

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That's when the bones came from the flesh. To ignite the passions of this death.
Just a taste, and I savor the breast. Oh the flavors of all his perfection.
All around me, It's all that I need, I'm a demon.
Ohh, the urge to kill, won't go away.
So, I bludgeon, and beat them, and strip them consume their soul.
Why won't you come make me whole? Forever a shrine where I'm finally at home.
Zombie, Listen to them breath. Listen to them gasp. Now listen to me.
You're the shrine of the death I shall bring. Loathing, departing, you'll never leave me.

Zombie, Listen to them breath. Listen to them gasp. Now listen to me.
You're the shrine of the death I shall bring. Loathing, departing, you'll never leave me.
Oh, I know, I'm the devil for sure. But for once, I deserve to not be alone.
Secluded and cold, all I have are these bones, no medication to relieve the syndrome.
Lunatic, there's no fixing it, and It's all I have, and It's hell the stench.
And It's ripping me down, the flesh I need now. Secluded and cold, All I have are these bones.
I pray, but the gods they won't answer my call. I'm sick sick sick, no fixing this stench stench stench of these maggots.
To you, to me, It's all I can see. Consume to the death so they never leave me.
That's when the bones came from the flesh.
To ignite the passions of this death. And in a drum they rest with no protest.
To leave me alone the innocent roam, with skin smooth and tone.
The young laid to rest now their finally at home
Ohh, the urge to kill, won't go away.
So, I bludgeon, and beat them, and strip them consume their soul.
Why won't you come make me whole? Forever a shrine where I'm finally at home.
I live with the horrors that I did. For the rest of my life. Soon to end at the hands of another just like me. Another just like me. All alone in the end, except with all the sin, and the gifts that my lovers did give.
Zombie, Listen to them breath. Listen to them gasp. Now listen to me.

You're the shrine of the death I shall bring. Loathing, departing, you'll never leave me.
Zombie, Listen to them breath. Listen to them gasp. Now listen to me.

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Carrion Vael’s “Love Zombie” introduce a visceral relationship between life and death, underscoring a profound longing that transcends the physical realm. The imagery of bones emerging from flesh symbolizes the decay of life and the primal passions that emerge from mortality. The singer's fixation on consuming the flesh reflects a twisted sense of desire where love is conflated with destruction. This theme continues throughout the song as the lyrics evoke a powerful hunger, not just for physical sustenance, but for an emotional connection that is both intense and destructive. The use of terms like “demon” and the language of violence establishes the singer as someone grappling with dark urges that threaten to overwhelm their humanity, turning their potential for passion into an uncontrollable urge for violence.

As the song unfolds, we see an insatiable quest for connection amid a backdrop of lifelessness and decay. The refrain beckons to a “zombie” figure, which serves as a metaphor for how the singer views their love life as an undying, but soulless endeavor. This notion of a "shrine" further emphasizes the singer's attempt to create a sacred space where their obsessions can eternally exist. Yet, there’s a stark contrast in this yearning; while the singer desires companionship and validation, it is juxtaposed against the horrific acts they commit. The repeated lines about listening to breath and gasps transform into morbid reminders that every connection comes at a price, and the thrill of the hunt is what gives the singer a sense of temporary fulfillment amid a life marked by profound loneliness.

The internal conflict continues as the song delves into themes of isolation and desperation. The singer feels trapped in a cycle of violence and sickness, lamenting their inability to escape the allure of death which they associate with beauty and solace. They describe a grotesque scene where decay and a foul stench represent both the physical manifestations of their violence and the emotional toll it takes on them. The term “lunatic” signifies a loss of control where the singer acknowledges that they are morally unhinged yet simultaneously refuses to relinquish the bonds formed through their tragic experiences. This duality of wanting intimacy while also feeling overwhelmed by their own depravity showcases a complex struggle where the lines between love, obsession, and horror converge.

Ultimately, the song culminates in a haunting acknowledgment that the singer’s existence is intertwined with the sins of their past and the inevitable fate of being consumed by those very desires that once promised fulfillment. They recognize that there will always be a part of them that is haunted by those they have harmed, suggesting a toxic partnership between love and death. The closing lines are ominous, hinting at a cyclical retribution—likely at the hands of another “just like me”—which suggests a broader commentary on how destructive behaviors echo throughout relationships, perpetuating a cycle of violence that leaves all parties involved in states of suffering and despair. Thus, “Love Zombie” captures a harrowing exploration of love intertwined with the grotesque facets of mortality, ultimately leaving the listener to ponder the dark edges of human connection and the haunting nature of desire.

Line by Line Meaning

That's when the bones came from the flesh.
This marks the moment when life has transitioned into something morbid, where the separation of vitality from mortality occurs.

To ignite the passions of this death.
This act serves to awaken intense desires and dark cravings rooted in mortality and the allure of destruction.

Just a taste, and I savor the breast.
Merely a glimpse of what was once alive, and it fills me with a profound appreciation for the beauty of life intertwined with death.

Oh the flavors of all his perfection.
The exquisite details of life are tantalizing, highlighting the allure of imperfection and the beauty found in decay.

All around me, It's all that I need, I'm a demon.
Surrounded by darkness and chaos, I find fulfillment in these morbid desires, embracing my sinister nature.

Ohh, the urge to kill, won't go away.
This relentless craving for violence and destruction persists within me, refusing to be silenced.

So, I bludgeon, and beat them, and strip them consume their soul.
I resort to brutal acts, tearing apart life itself, metaphorically devouring the essence of my victims.

Why won't you come make me whole?
I long for companionship in my darkness, yearning for someone to fulfill my emptiness that is caused by my actions.

Forever a shrine where I'm finally at home.
In this place of death and despair, I seek refuge, transforming it into a sacred space of my own twisted solace.

Zombie, Listen to them breath.
In this macabre reality, I urge the lifeless remnants to acknowledge the echoes of life that once were, inviting them into my world.

Listen to them gasp. Now listen to me.
I draw attention to the fleeting sounds of life while asserting my dominance, demanding recognition for my own existence amid chaos.

You're the shrine of the death I shall bring.
You embody a sanctum, a monument to the death I perpetuate, symbolizing my dark influence over life.

Loathing, departing, you'll never leave me.
Even in the end, the hatred and disregard I hold for life will forever remain entwined with my own existence.

Oh, I know, I'm the devil for sure.
I fully acknowledge my malevolent nature, recognizing that I embody evil in its purest form.

But for once, I deserve to not be alone.
Amidst my darkness, even I crave connection, seeking companionship to stave off perpetual solitude.

Secluded and cold, all I have are these bones,
In isolation, I find myself surrounded only by remnants of life; a stark reminder of my loneliness.

no medication to relieve the syndrome.
There is no remedy for this internal torment, and the symptoms of my dark inclinations persist unabated.

Lunatic, there's no fixing it,
I am perceived as a madman; my condition is beyond repair, a fragment of who I am that cannot be mended.

and It's all I have, and It's hell the stench.
This darkness is my sole possession, and the foul odor symbolizes the wretchedness of my existence.

And It's ripping me down, the flesh I need now.
The torment of my desires gnaws at me, a constant reminder of what I crave and what I cannot attain.

I pray, but the gods they won't answer my call.
In my desperation, I seek divine intervention, but my pleas for help fall on deaf ears, leaving me abandoned.

I'm sick sick sick, no fixing this stench stench stench of these maggots.
I am engulfed in a sickening state of decay, marked by the grotesque remnants of my life choices.

To you, to me, It's all I can see.
In this bleak reality, I am consumed by a singular vision of darkness that encompasses both you and me.

Consume to the death so they never leave me.
I strive to engulf life in death, ensuring that once they are gone, their essence remains with me forever.

That's when the bones came from the flesh.
This denotes the moment where we confront the harsh truth of existence, dissecting life from its physical form.

To ignite the passions of this death.
Herein lies the spark that fuels my morbid desires and attractions to the darker aspects of existence.

And in a drum they rest with no protest.
Here, the remains lie silently, devoid of complaint or resistance, a testament to the finality of death.

To leave me alone the innocent roam,
While the pure and innocent wander freely, I am left in solitude, highlighting the disparity of our fates.

with skin smooth and tone.
They represent life in its most vibrant form, untouched and exquisite, contrasting starkly with my own decay.

The young laid to rest now they're finally at home.
The youth who have succumbed to death find tranquility in their final rest, a grim irony that brings them solace.

Ohh, the urge to kill, won't go away.
An unending desire for violence plagues me, an insatiable thirst for destruction that cannot be quenched.

So, I bludgeon, and beat them, and strip them consume their soul.
I resort to acts of brutality and violence, stripping away their essence and integrating it into my own twisted being.

Why won't you come make me whole?
I plead for a partner in my darkness, someone who can fill the void created by my violent tendencies.

Forever a shrine where I'm finally at home.
In this darkness, I envision an eternal resting place for my soul, offering a sense of belonging amidst chaos.

I live with the horrors that I did.
I carry the weight of my past atrocities, a continuous reminder of the darkness that resides within me.

For the rest of my life.
This burden will shadow me indefinitely, tormenting me until my final breath.

Soon to end at the hands of another just like me.
My own demise is inevitable, likely to be brought forth by someone who shares my own dark nature.

Another just like me.
This cycle of darkness and violence continues, perpetuated by others who mirror my own sins and desires.

All alone in the end, except with all the sin,
In the conclusion of my journey, I face my solitude, overshadowed by the sins I've accumulated throughout my life.

and the gifts that my lovers did give.
The remnants of my relationships, tainted with darkness, serve as constant reminders of the love that has been corrupted.

Zombie, Listen to them breath.
I urge the remnants of life to acknowledge their own existence, affirming both their vitality and my dominance.

Listen to them gasp. Now listen to me.
I draw attention not only to the fleeting sounds associated with life but establish my voice as the harbinger of their demise.

You're the shrine of the death I shall bring.
You symbolize the altar upon which I perpetuate death, a vessel for my dark intentions and actions.

Loathing, departing, you'll never leave me.
Even as the life force dissipates, the bitterness and hatred I feel will always linger by my side.

Zombie, Listen to them breath.
I command the remnants of existence to recognize their own fading life forces, merging my narrative with their fate.

Listen to them gasp. Now listen to me.
I invoke the sound of their breaths as a backdrop for my proclamation, infusing authority into my grim decree.

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Trenton Limburg, Travis Lawson Purcell, Matt Behner, Al Arford, Ryan Kuder

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