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CRAWLING CHRIST

by BURIAL RITES

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1.
INVOCATION 03:41
I saw the man He was looking at me Riding slowly down the hill He made the angels cry and sing The river of blood overflows And stains the lamb a rusty shade of red Such kind eyes But inside He looks like everyone I know Seeds without garden will never grow The River of blood overflows And stains the lamb a rusty shade of red I reach my cold hands into my future Grabbing onto wire Holding on until my fingers are raw One thing is for sure Pain runs through his body so pure Time will never cure All the dents and cracks left behind by pressure Crawl inside And let it die: Hope for better things to come There’s nothing left for me I’m done And I doubt you’ll care
2.
PANOPTICON 02:03
I process my reality And fail to see the truth Focus on the pain And let it gently pass through you Grinding down my teeth Until there’s nothing fucking left Promises of mass destruction Total fucking death Empty Narratives Guide the wounded sheep They storm through fields of the innocent Preying on the weak Systematically Poisoning the Earth No trace that we were ever here Justified by hurt Shaving off my fingertips Sheet by sheet by sheet Each layer sheds a vile part of my identity I crawl upon the alter And get down upon one knee A self-fulfilling prophecy A tangled mess of shit Panopticon Keeps an eye on you
Inscribing self-inflicted wounds In soft and supple skin Empty Narratives Guide the wounded sheep They storm through fields of the innocent Preying on the weak
3.
Carry Your Burden through arid lands Swallow Your ego, your judgments, your pride Fall to your knees Listen To the hymn of broken calls Utter No words, no sounds, no cries Fall to your knees I saw the look upon your face Pushing through the pillars of salt and brambles Total degradation of a holy cause Desecrated covered in acid I licked the wounds that rot and bleed Your world languished you perish and crumble Fall to your knees Crawling A savior reduced to a slave Nothing Can ever be the same.
4.
THANATOS 03:17
Sucking on the nectar Sweet poisonous flowers I offer my body Undo the future Return me to the soil Denying assimilation Nothing comes from creation So I bleed myself dry Fisted by false prophets In the name of their children (My existence is marked as a cum stain on the cloth of humanity. Anti-fertile, anti-phallic, anti-social— desocialization and looking beyond compulsory compassion, beyond the future which ensnares culture is the only possible answer to the question and search for a means to dismantle and repudiate the ugly responsibility for a better tomorrow. I am a symbol of freedom from pathological motivation on a radical level of selflessness no allegory ever redeems, and for this society is incapable of withstanding me.) I spray my resistance In the caves of my brothers Solidarity in isolation
5.
I can feel the surface cracking under pressure Our only hope is to flee [Climate rising in the wake of fear Growing numbers of the opposition Rising up from the depths of hell Spewing hatred from their filthy mouths "Purge the weak" their leader calls "Crush the hordes" screams the opposition the rebel force meets the evil pack fight with no remorse we must survive.] Do you really trust your protector? You must attack, crush, destroy your oppressor From the state our ties we must sever under the veil of death you’ll find your only shelter Controlled like a puppet caught in a game a war on truth to cast the blame a primitive call  demands the truth The climate rises reject the abuse

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released April 20, 2019

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