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Bellowing, force-fed metanoia
A bitter shadow cast over salvaged memories
By and by a product of precarity
If iron sharpens iron, why do sparks of revulsion fly?
Exhausted of light, blinded by blight, artificial shine
Unbalanced and unkept, pushing through foundations
The undergrowth consumes and collects
Beneath my skull
Its taunting my skin, growing so thin
Callouses heal, encompass chaotic dread
Piercing the skin of grief
One layer deep
Questioning emptiness, counting every breath, unsolved pleading cries, plagued by ancient lies
Burning stomach, toss and turning, up in ether, brain is curdling
Miles of regret, steady dreaming death, chained by compromise, plagued by ancient lies
Lacerating
piercing the skin of grief
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Dolmen
03:23
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Sprung from reality focus inward return to ash
Carrying idle memory to the rocks of Carnac
Eye opened, torches, dagger cold as ice
Ritualistic isolation carries the promise of peace
Leave neglectful to burrow their cavernous tombs
fear of failure, a curse on beholders name
What can we decipher without experience?
silence isn’t an invitation for your insecure projected traits
Pitiful maledictions overheard
Pull away from these dead
The dead yearn for relevance, admiration, they fear the cold truth
Fuck who they know, and the memories of their precious youth
Adorn the fields of your mind with stone
A grave for every fool, every pretentious rat, every clone
Cut the throat of every neck, paint with crimson
Drain the veins of every essence
Bleed every ounce for yourself
Seal shut the door
Bleed every ounce for yourself
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Hatred's Wings
03:08
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Roll and relish in the fetish
Imprisoned in a dense labyrinth
Constructed of weakened bone and rotting marrow
A fragile ego will shatter into nothingness
Under the weight of cowardice
Breeding thoughts of contempt
Lapping up pools of drudgery
Generations of enablement littered with debt
devoured by pride, an echo through time, fuel for the deranged
Watch how the buzzards soar
Aspiring eagles with a perverted lore
Licking the carcasses dry
A famine of wisdom in these suffocating skies
There is fault in hatred's wings
There is a wriggling agony, pulled from the depths of this hollow disease
Was blind but now I see x2
Slither and slide from the Neolithic age, primitive brain
Was blind but now I see
Refusing to change, refilling the seine, a primitive pain
Was blind but now I see
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L.C.D.
05:10
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Mirror of souls, divine gift or fortuitous?
Mirror of the soul, I beg for purpose
Entering a state lethargic and numb
Writhing for days, melancholic hum
The days blending together, rejecting the sun
Getting bored yet?
Yapping for months behind a fucking screen
Over and over reoccurring fever dream
The ways of LCD
Path of LCD
Immense knowledge at a finger's tip
cast aside, embody selfishness
Premeditated anomaly, passionless grub
Revolting and hungry, a thirst for reaction
Never unfurled, never quite quenched
Never blooming
Mirror of souls, habitually pious
Mirror of souls, we're begging for purpose
Dreary lives spent emulating extravagance
All hail the digital ledger, carve onto its cave walls
Docile waste congeals
Docile waste congeals
Echo chamber chapels
Never the problem, always the solution
Inconvenience a new cardinal sin
Always the solution
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