1. |
memento mori
06:35
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stick your finger
through the hole in my head
you'll feel nothing....
wishful thinking
i'd be better off dead
than still alive with you
stick your fingers
through the hole in my side
you'll feel sorry
nervous thinking
all the times that i lied
i looked you in the eye
nothing catalyzing
vapor substance is defined
fighting temporary lunacy
wish it all away
place your vision
on this tear in my soul
you'll see stitches
selfish thinking
i am out of control
next time, it will not heal
breaking over
event horizon
the final curtain
on my disaster
running away
there's no hole in which you can hide
i will find you
rip out what's inside
counting stars determined
to know each and every one
counting on improbability
far away from here
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2. |
salt
04:19
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i see so much disease
i feel so much unease
i see so much hate
i feel so much pain
i see so much ill will
i know there's so much strain
all life is hardly worth it all
with no where left to go
please show me where to go
the world grows smaller
tension grows stronger
the world grows smaller
tension snaps the line
retaliation is coming
for your behaviour
i will be dead tomorrow
they'll drop the bomb
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3. |
bioethics
05:28
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answering the call to duty rising from inside
from mother earth i hear it screaming telling me who should die
all my life of blind devotion sealed in a second of pain
administered with no compassion, cleansing in my name
tell me you don't want to go the fear makes you a liar
to cleanse my weak society i'd set the world on fire!
i alone have been selected, i alone must act
destiny will speak to me with courage at my back
spewing insight, bioethics: discipline of need
terminating sub-existence, sublimating greed
birth defects from drug abuse
bacterial disease
why suffer when a suicide is everything you need?
i want to be healed
sluts and holes and deformations lessen the supply
heal disease, toxicity, assisted suicide
risen to the highest strata of society
nature sends its message and the choice is left to me
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4. |
soil
04:02
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crawling on the surface
with the soil in my eyes
i feel no purpose
just desire to survive
humanity lost in the ether
no more substance than air
seven days to extinction
no one's even aware
scraping terra firma
with the rocks under my skin
the fear is building
as confusion settles in
humanity i'm holding onto
when i should not care
seven days to extinction
no one's even aware
take me home i hate it here
please, take me home i hate it here
cursing for the secrets
that we wish we never knew
screaming out to jesus
how can all of this be true?
humanity a failing concept
still they would not dare?
seven days to extinction
no one's even aware
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5. |
insect
04:40
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6. |
mutation (xp mix)
03:51
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it's been two days
still can't feel my legs
the pain rips down my spine
headaches all the time
guess this is the end...
eyes are turning red
cut but never bled
cold, translucent skin
writhing from within
i wish i were dead
what's happening to me?
hungering for flesh
tearing through the mesh
ancient bloodline sings:
"time to spread your wings"
rip them all apart
changing, breathing,
forming, seething,
writhing, chilling,
tearing, killing
i cannot control it
yet i have complete control
and it is eating me alive inside
and tearing up my tortured soul
theres nothing i can do to stop it
my mutation has begun
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7. |
paraldehyde
05:18
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there is a feeling that i can remember
buried inside glowing red like an ember
carving in skin til the scar seals the pain in
suffocate, tear off the roof let the rain in
tied to this table, the terminals licking
arcing blue propecy, needle is pricking
praying cessation unconsciousness creeping
flowers of red blood thru bandages seeping
i asked for this i wanted this to feel the touch the taste the kiss of
serenity of numbing bliss
this time i get what i deserve
the punishment for blasphemy, for heresy, infidelity
this static sound of numbing bliss
this time i get what i deserve
injection in muscle the burning sedation
ice in my eyes can't betray correlation
time standing still on the brink of forever
analyze data with one final sever
silence and darkness the world is imploding
floating horizons with vistas erroding
form with no substance and shape without being
knowledge is stolen through eyes without seeing
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8. |
krome
06:04
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welcome to a place where all your dreams go unfulfilled
welcome to the world where they will watch what you do
where everything is broken, beaten down and falling through
and rusty words corrode just like that knife in your back
welcome to the room where everything is draped in black
welcome to a cell where so much pain is calling you
when justice turns a blind eye like it turns the other cheek
oppression rules the very air that chokes you when you breathe
on your feet with fists held high the underground will rise
on your back alone a bullet lodged in your spine
resisting the resistance keep it all within the law
fly the flag, salute the man, live to fight another day
victory is mine
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9. |
status quo
05:01
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eyes looking down no intention of seeing
form carved in black understanding is broken
shattered conception belying opinion
stain on convention a shame to the status quo
standards exacting a preconceived notion
appearance important denoting the status
a book by its cover no questions no answers
the difference unnerving upsetting the status quo
judge not lest ye be judged
labeled a misfit the branding recurring
to be cast aside covered up and forgotten
will not go away now the virus is spreading
exactly what's wrong the decline of the status quo
fit in a mold with no room for adjusting
restraining creation the civilized order
believe what you're told let the medicine help you
a measure of life pharmaceutical status quo
and so it goes you take a hand and lead it in the way it should go
and so it goes you take a mind and teach it everything it should know
and so it goes you take a life and bruise it where it never will show
genius mistaken and talent is censored
offensive perversion the mind's closing faster
established beliefs can't endure any straining
what's right is what's right when protecting the status quo
no, never read, never saw, never heard but
decisions are rendered with baseless foundation
challenging thought would require concession
just deviate once say goodbye to the status quo
judge me
you always fucking judge me
see me
you never even see me
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10. |
sellout
05:43
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in on the tip with the sound all around
and the trip and the feeling i'm falling, falling
face shows the dark and the change, rearrange
and the spark from the wires is calling, calling
evil is inherent
embedded in my soul
i can't meet my own eyes
'cause i know what they will hold
gold in the hand and i'm feeding the need
to expand to excess and i'm taking, taking
gleam in the eye is the flash of the cash
and cry of the friends that i'm making, making
evil is inherent
corrupted is my soul
you can't look in my eyes
'cause you know what they will hold
get up, get up, get up
all eyes on me!
i pray, you play, they pay
come sellout with me
watch me sellout
told what to do what to say for today
follow through with the sound that they're buying, buying
paid not to think or to try wonder why
there's a link to inside and it's dying, dying
evil is inherent
contaminates my soul
i tore out my own eyes
'cause i knew what they foretold
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11. |
the eris effect
05:53
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waking up, looking up from the floor
silent hands erasing all memory
tears tear at faces
as life lies in ruins
shattered pieces to connect
working toward a life of lunacy
hard as black diamond
still something cracked
and she fell apart
dissipate, dissolve, disintegrate, decay
deserted hearts lay dying
reaching down, retching down into the hole
guilty hands no feeling now so cold
white knuckles bleeding anger
nothing good will ever come of this
so much strength to wish away
wash away the tide of blinding night
steel forged in the everlasting fire
but this was stronger
and she fell apart
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12. |
the end
05:43
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once upon a time was the
last time that i thought of you and
wondered would we meet again
or would the bloodstained memory
keep me from the gates keep me
outside looking in
keep me on the dark side all alone
with the penance i deserve
it looks like this is the end
if i called your name would you
come for me if you were still alive
would you comfort me
if i had left you breathing
no more can i bear all the
guilt that's bottled up inside
no more can i stand all the
holes that you have left behind
it looks like this is the end
see me rise
see me fall
see me take a life
see me end it all
what comes after the final call: the end
what's left when you've seen it all: the end
when it's over anyhow, the end
sorrow tells you take a bow, the end
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13. |
wilt (version 2)
06:18
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i wilt i wallow in despair
we never will grow wiser
i scream and rip out all my hair
prepare the tranquilizer
it's the only way to keep me silent,
the only way they keep me here
don't back away i'm rarely violent
undo those straps and watch me disappear
i wilt i wallow in denial
i smell the desperation
we're walking down that final mile
in ignorant sedation
"it's the only way to keep them quiet
the only way to keep them sane
a little war, a friendly riot
and pump some more tv into the brain"
standing in your shadow i wilt
eclipsed by your existence i wilt
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14. |
emperial
05:01
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if only you would go
and stay away from me
no haunting, no heaven
no anything
if only you would go
and take this memory
no feeling, no breathing
just watch me drown
sometimes i wonder if there's any meaning left to what i see
sometimes i wonder if there's someone else controlling me
if only you would go
my eyes can't see
no presence, no spirit
follow me down
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