1. |
Sorely Missed
00:53
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Breathing.
Lying.
Fear subsiding.
Weak.
Cold.
Breathless.
Dying.
Loved-ones crying.
Dead.
Old.
Cold.
Weak.
Cold.
Dead.
Old.
Sorely missed.
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2. |
Everything At Once
02:10
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Not nothing.
Nor something.
But...
But everything at once.
Let the letting of blood and pleasure commence.
Vibrations in your head so vigorous you can barely see.
Let your fingers rattle and your tendons seize.
Spasms linger.
And heaven's in sight.
Fleeting joy and pain.
Exit from whence you came.
Not nothing.
Nor something.
But...
But everything at once.
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3. |
Stripping Life Together
02:05
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Feeding on the lives of others.
Tearing the warmth from their yielding bodies.
The maths, the method, the means of death.
The man, the woman, together the monster.
Love, the passion, to kill, to strip life together.
Killing for pleasure, pleasure manifests in the infliction of pain.
Unable to measure, unable to comprehend the true extent of their disdain for life.
Murder for fun, final seconds counted down staring straight into the barrel of a gun.
Staring hopeless at the barrel of a gun.
Killing for pleasure, pleasure manifests in the infliction of pain.
Unable to measure, unable to comprehend the true extent of their disdain for life.
No joy, no pleasure, without despair.
This pain inflicted callously upon the rest.
Need, the passion, the drive to strip life together.
Forever.
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4. |
Watch It All Closely
01:49
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Resurgence of ignorance and pain.
Our god has cursed us again.
Faith in man slowly starts to wain.
Worship the chicken scratchings of the insane.
Watch it all closely.
Watch it all rot.
Love thy neighbour, but keep them in your sight.
What do they get up to at night?
It's all coming on down.
Panicking, shuffling but not getting anywhere.
The rocks are all a-tumbling down.
Shuddering and shivering on the dry, cracked ground.
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5. |
The Lords Of Change
05:07
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The lords of change.
Start again.
Start from the end.
Say the word.
To begin again.
A porcelain smile.
Comes from within.
Within the crooked jaw.
With castrated meaning.
These words we implore.
Broken keys to broken key holes.
Try to lock the door please someone quick...
Lock the door.
Staring up at the sun with the sun staring back at him.
In the pepper fields lies a man with no hands.
His son yet alive was born with nothing left at all.
Of the mother we don't speak but to her name the people lie.
They say she was banished to the cave but never telling why.
To fear and to revere are now one and the same.
A man of Abraham left behind toiling the lands.
Resenting the indifferent with his arms outstretched.
The lords beast used his remains to fertilise the lands.
The badge of the sword still pinned to his chest.
As the lord's beast screamed.
And cursed the sacred names.
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