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Joy
03:15
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The joy of taking your life
When it never began
Even death may die
Your stagnance in limbo
Abused by petty demands
Back so easily bent
But its the strength of your hands
I feel them writhe as you recognize
This is the end
This is the end
I rip it from you
I fill it will it with pieces of what is left
Until there is nothing
You will wait there for me
I rip it from you
I fill it will it with pieces of what is left
Until there is nothing
You will wait there for me
The joy of taking your life
All of circumstance
Aren't you a victim, product of the system, a lifetime so bland?
You've taken all this shit
They leer and smear it on your face
Abused rejected disgraced
Spineless disgrace
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2. |
Strife
06:00
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Exaltation of strife
Are we losing our minds?
When is it time
To organize thoughts after crucifixion bound with treachery
Break us lord
Judas Iscariot bound to a tree
He could never watch you weep
Exaltation of strife
Placed on this pedestal our spiritual demise
Are we losing our minds?
Like an old abused dog, deaf, going blind
A transcription of life
Redrafted manifesto, symbol of time
On a pillar of lies
Deceiving me
Contorting me
Our mother beckons our end
We trail like children of Hamelin
Our father is calling
The angels are falling down
See swine in the face of man
We are void of conviction
On his knees
She will take him out
Then lay herself to sleep
Variables to be controlled
Each one is tested
Then placed in a stacked deck
Variables
Tactics by masters obsessed with numbers
Traumatized
Flayed to death
Prove your pain
Bartholemeu's plight
Proof of pain
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3. |
Rage
02:33
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Trudge
Stuck in the mud
Sink in to muck
Once more the tide turns
Rage takes its place
While begging for differentia
Fear fades rage takes its place
As all waves that differ end up the same
Ancient history has become present tense
Peeling back a twisted cap
Is there a reason to fix this?
Tiptoe in depression
Descend into madness
Claw for an escape
Deadweight
Crippled by agora all my life
Trudge
Stuck in the mud
Sink into muck
Seeking a lesson that doesn't exist
Biding your time to chop off a limb
Terrified of what is asked to grow
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4. |
Dismal Nitch
04:01
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Looming
Death
Consuming
Dismal Nitch
The earth takes what is hers
Shale churns and liquifies
Agony needs a partner
And nothing refuses to dance on the
Floor of plausibility
Names you will not know
Divided up conned by fancy tropes as they're given dope this slaughterhouse no hope they float about
In this serene beautiful place
Serene beautful place
Waiting for the big one
To swallow them whole
Is all they know
Waiting for the big one to swallow them whole
Dismal nitch
Abysmal ditch
Prawns on the coast
Prawns on the coast
Names you will not know
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5. |
Altar of Pigs
03:21
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Early Cuyler's destiny
Cognition is fried with a false sense of pride
It makes no sense to me
What is there to be proud of here?
Oblivious fear
Placating machines that never stop
Pay no mind unless it's your head it wants
You worship at the altar of pigs
One will justify chewing on a turd sandwich if they sit in an echo chamber long enough
Has it been long enough?
Take a bite you will like it
Sprinkled with fun catchprases all of them likeminded
All of them likeminded
Locked in a cage, societal drop
Placating machines that never stop
Wearing a monocle perched at the top
Pay no mind unless it's your head it wants
Withdrawn and afraid, a trembling lip
You dig and you dig and you dig and you dig
So you can worship at the altar of pigs
You dig and you dig and you dig and you dig
Pigs
Pigs
Pigs
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6. |
Ollie's Song
03:50
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Time
Ponder what it is as a passer by
Took your ears
Took your eyes
Took your spine
Warped your mind
Why do we go? And in the end are we forgiven?
One thing is constant
We all come tumbling down
It is life
It is death
It is impermanence
That creates a void which we fill with existential meaning
As one checks in the other checks out
It is a nod, a wink, a tip of the hat
Finality of departure is realized
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7. |
Instrointro
01:14
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8. |
Time Has Come
04:51
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Never resonate
Time has come
Scribes with no scroll
What's left of a soul will be crushed
Never resonate
Time has come
Drag it along until one of us gives up the ghost
Facing what we know as inevitable
Losing touch with what was once was paint on canvas
Each shade more caustic than the last
Glorified ink blots
Symbols forcing themselves
Nothing more nothing less
A kin to St Pablo, the fractured friar transcends while scooping his dog's poop
Nothing more nothing less
Scooping his dog's poop
While it's better to be an honest street sweeper than a dishonest king
Imposters naturally dance with compromise
Perpetual depression has consumed the spirit of everything
Perpetual depression has consumed the spirit of everything
Vicious cycle of enabling
In still air, seeking winds of inspiration
Recycled streams are all that is left
Wide eyed futile gasp for breath
Find brotherhood in denialism
Solace in nihilism
Brotherhood in denial
Never resonate
Time has come
Weak attempts of relevance is begging for this to end
Never resonate
Time has come
Drag it along until one of us gives up the ghost
Inevitable
Art looks into the mirror
The world stares back
Once being valued at man's convenience
It will be valued by dearness
As it should be
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9. |
Trance
04:45
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Trancelike state
Cathartic comatose atmosphere
If doubt feeds the soul it will be robbed of everything here
Left alone
Refuse to deliver
Cellular texts that breath but don't mean a thing
Trancelike state
A perfect equilibrium
Left alone
It never meant a thing
Back to disillusion
A land of only black and white
Left alone
Preach to choirs or fall on deaf ears
Trancelike state
A perfect equilibrium
Left alone
Refuse to deliver these texts that don't mean a thing
They never meant a thing
Sarcastic smiles
Brothers bound by skins, strings and thousands of miles
I'd die there grinning
With white knuckles around that reminiscense
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10. |
Maw of Tarrare
03:18
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Maw of Tarrare
Maw of Tarrare
Crunching bone
Marrow is rotten no matter to me
I lean my head back and I pick my teeth
to show them
Maw of Tarrare
Children flee
I am gluttony
Children flee
Wheezing dazed and confused
Limping through plumes of smoke
Step aside frothing cyclones of excrement
This is my home
Caustic breath billows
Traversing a sandpaper tongue
Claw and scratch as syphilitic sores spit back
It brings me glee to know that they know that I feast on them
It brings me glee to know that they know that I feast on them
I feast on them
Maw of Tarrare
Maw of Tarrare
Pus spews out my ass
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11. |
Sanctum Defiled
06:51
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Sanctum defiled
Contorting the home once known as a child
I slept our bed burned
We crept and recanted
To give God prayers of malice
Infinite shapes of blasphemy imprison minds
Infinite shapes of blasphemy imprison minds
Hands are crossed upon thy breast
Come sweet death come blessed rest
Lay myself to final sleep
Pray the Lord my soul to reap
Try to clear the esophagus
Of apathy and lack of foresight
Nostradamic conclusions appear after trauma
Things once good are now synonymous with turbulence
Infinite shapes of blasphemy imprison minds
We're built to ostracize
The generalist will be the one who inherits the earth
Just to drown in mountains of plastic
Nature abhors a vacuum
And demands simplication
Sweeping away the specialists
Creator
Lifemaker
Creator
Lifetaker
Sanctum defiled
Contorted, sinews snap but still must follow that which cannot lie
To the racks, our hands are tied
Infinite shapes of blasphemy imprison minds
We're built to ostracize
The generalist will be the one who inherits the earth
Just to drown in mountains of plastic
Drown in plastic
Displacement of the body disassociation of the mind
We're built to ostracize
To the rack our hands are tied
Displacement of the body disassociation of the mind
Sanctum defiled
Sanctum defiled
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