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INVOCATION
03:41
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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
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PANOPTICON
02:03
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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
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CRAWLING CHRIST
02:44
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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.
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THANATOS
03:17
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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
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PRIMITIVE WAR RITUAL
03:23
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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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