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Rat Jaws
04:36
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Embark upon the left hand trail.
Exhume your sacred family burial.
Weeded out, removed and forgotten.
Discarded, a mind completely rotten.
Left to burn upon your acrid pyre.
Entombed in shame and burning tyres.
Wrapped and bound in rusting wire.
Rat jaws fill the vermin choir.
Eyes within the back of the head.
Seeing all the bones rattling inside.
Teeth pierce the skin.
Clasp hard on the tendon.
Disease hits the brain.
Tear and scratch at the welts.
Ulcered and burning.
Constantly turning.
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2. |
Thalassophobia
01:29
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As you writhe in the ocean.
Painless bliss of agony.
Boneless husk.
Floating away.
Frantic panic.
Drowning fanatic.
Swallowed to the depths.
To the thrum of giants.
Inhaled and exhaled.
Without a cough or even notice.
Torn to ribbons.
Blood for brining blood.
The primordial soup.
Fills your distended belly.
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3. |
The Alabaster Man
01:33
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Storms roll into the forest.
Hear the screams of the lost.
Worm blood slicks the stone.
Another night of unrest.
Lie awake watching.
Another night of unrest.
Through the windows he’s staring.
Another night of unrest.
Rain drops creep through the ceiling.
Let him in, he is waiting.
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4. |
Fathomless Night
03:17
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Lost in a sea of undying light.
The coast is the edge of the fathomless night.
Burnt by the sun and stung by the spray.
Waves of despair rip all comfort away.
Wretched and hungry, spirit in tatters.
Eyes stare at nothing as the heart cracks then shatters.
What is left to you?
What point left in living?
Questions never answered.
But if no reason to be remains to you,
How then would you end it?
How then will you finally end it?
Emptiness.
Drowning in light, gestating doubt.
Fathomless.
Emptiness within and little else without.
Hate aimed at the self with little else to turn it on.
Light all around, nothing else surrounds.
Only your death.
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5. |
Iron Bull
01:11
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Clutching pain, unable to do anything else.
Your stomach glows and swells.
Like a cast iron bull put to the flame.
Truly and helplessly the most docile of game.
As you're burning up inside.
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6. |
A Tithe In Blood
03:33
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Rest on the stone.
With restless bones.
They twist and writhe.
A tithe in blood.
An unholy flood.
All eyes are on you.
The teeth of the willing.
They fall and shatter.
The sky turns dark and hopelessly sour.
Swelling and cracking with endless power.
Crushed by the weight of the soil you stand upon.
The tithe in blood will go on and on.
Dance in the brine, simmer and boil.
A waltz to the death off the mortal coil.
With coin in hand you soon ignite.
Taken from us, swallowed in light.
Crushed by the weight of the soil you stand on.
An unholy flood.
The tithe in blood will go on and on.
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Lungs Pierced In Scorn
01:17
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Tongues dragging in the heap.
Eyes made to weep.
See the cliff walls crumble and fall.
Sundered bonds which once were deep.
See the church lights scatter.
Eyes see nothing.
Tongues lie then stutter then halt.
Then ask does nothing else matter?
I see nothing.
I believe in the dust.
Feel it crawl over your skin.
Coating every piece of this barren husk.
Breathe, believe, inhale, release.
Collapse, faith lost, no god, no cause.
Hit back, collapse, give in, collapse.
Die.
Swallow tongues of the weak.
Sit above the rest.
Deflated lungs pierced in scorn.
Old bonds no longer borne.
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Crude oil spills from the wounds of the dead.
The sacred pines bend and sway with dread.
Eyes constantly rolling within the head.
Fuming from the mouth of the freshly fed.
The wrecking ball swings as the blood is spilled.
The crowds step aside as another is killed.
This is not the end any other had willed.
As they drain away and the great chalice is filled.
Blood.
Decay feeding death.
Fuel.
Harvest for the great machine.
Lifeless colours of the oncoming light.
Chased away by the cold, by the cold of the night.
Trees churned up to pamper the flames.
None left to wonder how to stake their claim.
As the fed feed those who feed the great machine.
Insatiable engine, the end of which remains unseen.
Decay feeding death.
Harvest for the great machine.
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