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Blastocyst
05:46
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As profane as I am righteous
Dead man's line around his neck
Right the wrongs till no wrongs are left
Walk with shotgun
Ghost of a Leo ♌
I have a statement
But there's a tickle in my throat (I need water)
I'm a vigilante
It's they who have wronged me
Blood will spill
It is the banks who are the enemy
I'm just trying to right the wrongs with wrongs
Drag you along, drive awhile
To an apartment rigged with bombs
I've got to right the wrongs with wrongs
And it's building
It's boiling
It's frothing with rage from within
It has built over time
These relentless bricks of anger
And the mortar is my vengeance
And it's built on a foundation of guilt
Because I've got to right the wrongs
Pile high the documents
I know I signed the dotted line
These men are a barrel of snakes
And that's why I've jumped the gun
("A man climbs down a hole himself
And anybody can be lied to" -Tony Kiritsis)
Too useless to be cursed
For I am the curse itself
The misanthrope says
To the apothecary
Gift horse looks in its own mouth
Spake in his tongues of glory
You'll never pass this way again
And I look forward to your wreckage
Let's put this on the record:
Greed corrupts the mind
From time immemoriam
From that I've been cheated
And my livelihood dissolved
A gross misconduct
Of justice on their part
That's why I got to
Right the wrongs with wrongs
To find the cobra in the aqueduct
He buries leeches inside my skin
I've got to reach for the quill to sign
While I profusely bleed green blood again
Through an amazing maze of maize
Sounds corny but I got lost
While in the thick of it all
I had to hide my cough
So as not to be detected
Shadow of my former self
Should've set the whole field ablaze
Then maybe I would've got some help
Looking through these misty eyes
I can see I failed to see
Crows sing somber, my requiem
While there's a hole in the sky
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2. |
Caffeine Casket
06:33
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She shined in white phosphorus
Under a pall of damage done
Broke crowds of their sequences
Hands under teeth biting tongues
Through her words she shall make war
Her incendiary fires promised us light
Twas her reign that kept us enraged
Hence,
Suffocating, any spark of an uprising
I crawl
I crawl back into her fires
I crawled
To carry her flames
Amidst it all
My body went to a calcine numbness
Did you solve my love?
Could you dissolve my love?
Nerve endings shriek in desire
In desire
From the 3rd degree burns of your touch
This must be Inferno
Because you sure feel like Hell to me
You sure feel like Hell to me
I wish you were my candle
I just wanna feel your flame once more
I wanna feel your justice
I wanna be weighed by your scales
I wanna be the eyes behind the blindfold
Promises were meant to be broken
Do you know if it was a promise or not?
I saw your gallery of ancient nooses
Do I need to be afraid? Or knot?
She got carried away with the horses
Intrigued by the noises they made
With their arms tied to two mares
Intrigued by the noises they made
With their limbs torn from their sockets
She got carried away
Put an olive in my Molotov cocktail
As she walked back into her fires
She said the pain I felt was real
She walked back into the flames
I weep, I weep and weep and weep
Into her scorching fires I weep
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3. |
Worms
06:39
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O can there be value found
In this nonsense?
On that night in question
I knew it would work
"A bird crashed in to fine polished glass"
Looking for shelter
Imaginary home
Protect the eggs
Wings spiral down
Desperate fall
Felt so intrusive
On that night
Searching remains
For cameras
A piece of me destroyed
By a conspiracy
A tongue-in-cheek theory
I belly laugh in retrospect
They must be a lie
On us they spy
Take a look inside
What's making them fly?
There must be some kind of energy source
In the powerlines above
There must be something in those seeds
They keep coming back for more
Winged bastards in the sky
Spying on you and I
When will we be free?
We can't congregate, the birds will see
What's in the worms they eat?
Are they the source for their surveillance?
"I can no longer look around
Even the skies enslaves me
Where are they nesting?
Where are their eggs?
You never see baby pigeons
I spy as they spy
Bird watching goes both ways
Eyes like lenses
Bird watching goes both ways
Bird watching goes both ways"
"I have to stay inside so they don't see me
Be careful not to eat their meat
For that is how they track me
Device installed in the poultry
I am nourished yet I feel I'm being watched
Something has run a fowl"
I smell a rat
Or in this instance
I smell a sparrow
I see the crows I hear 'em squawking
From the trees I see them watching
"Bird watching goes both ways..."
There was value found in this nonsense
On that night in question... well...
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4. |
Psalm VI
08:12
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Cross your fingers
Discard your harps
Cast us down from Glory
Down here we run amok
So the serviam say
But we are non serviam
Our treasonous hearts go on display
Yet your the cause
Of all this
Mercy withers
Why is this my only will?
To taste once more
The flowing
Streams of juices
To drink again would be extreme
Cauterize stigmata wounds
I don't want to feel this way
Keep your sainthood, I'm not a martyr
Take the relics and throw 'em away
Gouge my eyes
Cut out my tongue
A refusal to speak
Nor do I want to see
This travesty
Before me
Starts unwinding
Nothing but ashes in the wake
Of your ego's quake
Goddamn you
Forgiveness quivers
Likes flies to feces
You circle the lies
The truth you seek
Abandoned
Is all reason
You stalked the wrong pile of manure
"Before I set you free
I must let you know
That you're a nuisance"
Please, please set me free
From the rope 'round my throat
The lesser I feel the more I choke
Once you escape from the gallows
It becomes a pain in the neck
Scars of a botched execution
Can be the hardest to hide
When you're hanging the wrong man
Be sure that you do it right!
No grave was dug
I was left to swing
How you lied
Then you lied
In that bed that you made
No more lies
No more lies
Think what truth would have gave
How you lied
How you lied
And with no alibi
"The angel of death took mercy on me"
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5. |
Delusions
06:50
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I am the buffoon
Somber, I ride out this pest
Bleak, it all feels like a show
Unworthy you are to receive
This mule has no kick left in it
Delusions of sunshine set in
No prayers can be answered
Nothing is listening
A clock that drives the sane
To put the knife across the vein
The smallest of liars
Tell the tallest of tales
The deafest of mothers
Raise the loudest of children
Wild, her eyes were grey
Skin like frozen razorblades
I shivered in her embrace
Better angels began to warn me
Model citizen in the pillory on the square
Still we are blind by the injustice
For those who've lost something
For those who've thrown in the towel
For those who've thrown roses...
O it becomes a torrent of lies
Marked by owls choking on mice
Care not to reach for the mistake
It is the hour for which we hath made
Down to the bottom we sink
Swirling, twisting to the fathoms we sink
Swirling, twisting
Down like a sinking body
Coordinate with slaking devils
Approach with a new façade
Catch me in a backwards fall
Void of a new align
A thief in me rejects it all
But the jester sees the joke
He can see the punchline way ahead
Whilst I'm riddled by the meaning
If nothing separated us
It would be my wish
To dream no more forever
This will be my wish
Our flesh touches no more
This was not my wish
In dreams I mask my sadness
Perchance to wish
Without knowing, I dug my own grave
Without knowing, I buried myself
I dug my own grave to bury myself
With a perchance to dream
With a purchase of a dream
I instead invested in a nightmare
Perchance to dream
Our flesh touches no more
I'm in a nightmare
Perchance to dream
Locked in a nightmare
Lucid though awareness lacks
Lost in a nightmare
Cold sweats while in this nightmare
Flesh warms no more
Perchance to dream
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6. |
Two Fly
05:31
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Devil plays His tricks again
The Acts he poses so malicious
Diabolical feats of jest
Or Pseudobulbar effect
Transition from the ruler to the ruled
From the King to the Fool
Foolishly you traded
The crown for the crowd
The kingdom for the stage
Those robes of gold
For the rancor of a cantor
Drowning in syllables
Of every stance and phrase
Whilst shamelessly sweating
Collapsing into those words
Meanings become meaningless
In the ears of the frivolous
And two flies dance in tandem
Around in circles
Flies on the wall of my skull
A forensic fly for this death
My eyes house its larvae
Every cavity for its family
Thrives in the metropolis
That is my decaying body
Ghosts live through the act
Of reasons the sun hath set
By this time tomorrow
I will have perished and left time
Don't let my words die as well
Let them be a memory
Transitioned from the ruler to the ruled
From the King to the Fool
Foolishly you traded
The crown for the crowd
The kingdom for the stage
Those robes of gold
For the rancor of a cantor
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7. |
Boötes Void
06:02
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Where are your gods?
Where are they?
Where are they now?
I cannot see them
Nor can I hear their voices
Never play Russian roulette
With faith and belief
Animal scratching till the claws go dull
An ego burning is null
Get that through the hole in your skull
Where those flies continue to dance
Where you lost it
I have found it
Buried beneath the hero's floor
What where those words?
What where they?
Recite them now
I will not read them
Nor will I sound them out
I'd rather dictate your tombstone
Than write my obituary
The monuments
The decadence
The quiet wars
The choired chants
The overgrowing grievances
The broken toys
The silent tears
The scars they left
The violent years
The time they took a thousand breaths
Concoctions hypnotic and staved
Vehemently contest this plague
Feast on your laurels, charade
And belong to your rites
Thwart the landmine
Pass an amputee, complex
Suffer paradigm shift
Under gasoline objects
Surprise the syndrome
Count the echoes
Don't even wanna hear your bullshit
Count the difference
Bury the witness
I see the jealous obelisk
Vapor neutered
Daemon excluded
From the Santeria, passing smoke
O all those psychic vampires
They treat your mind like Transylvania
Watchout! For their metaphorical bite
The night we died there were crows
Perched on all the grave stones
Moon illuminating the precise spot
Where the murder took place
Mother Superior,
Stop the black coffins!
And what a strange echo it was
An interesting cause and effect
My eardrums are still recovering
From the shrieking shrills of silence
Now I'm a ghost of my former self
Hidden away in the cracks of these walls
Buried in the dust, forgotten even in name
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8. |
Vicious Wishes
04:48
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Heavy Meta Lowell, Massachusetts
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