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Ignis Fatuus
01:22
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hallelujah look what man has done god bless them and their shining guns standard issue with a shining chrome finish defending to death their sacred parish may their aim be true and their judgement swift as the right hand of god gets cut off at the wrist for there must be room for the battalions to stand soldiers of god fighting for the fall of man
a spiritual war but more literal and a bigger death toll the divine the unknown things humans can't control disregard your diluted tastes of faith and put your faith in a fucking grave
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Human Resources
02:14
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following the rules disregarding the canard he ignores his dreams feeling dashed feeling marred no thoughts given to the colors caged inside of his head he's just the man inside the machine a fuel source burning out left to decay falling apart with his dreams
bloodshot eyes with a blink of disbelief this feels too real something changing underneath and now he cant breathe a smile cemented on his face a life spent dying now lined up to be replaced lungs full of dead skin and this is what they take severance pay and a sloppy handshake glazed over eyes seeing drops of red the man in the machine is dead
screaming wide awake and covered in blood drowning in feelings that come like a flood and strangling every bit of life that he can with his hands and he's squeezing hard because the dead can wake up.
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I Select Cases 3:1-8
02:03
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we are the victims of our own device
so claustrophobic such worthless life
we tread on soil with twisted heels
we rot and wait as time reveals
for i've seen the sun and the gifts it leaves
and i've seen death and the air it breathes
time's beating the life out of me because time's a beast
and it wont wait for anyone
so we wait until its done
till then i wait for my descent
till then i don't dear consequence
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Costumes
02:39
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i've seen bodies burning
from an epidemic in people's heads
i want them dead
cut the masks from their petty heads
i've got my own fire i need to feed
i've got my fire
burning masks and the flames are getting high
and i can't stop this i'll never stop
make the flames reach into the sky
make the flames reach up and burn your deities eyes
i'm burning masks but getting fucked from the fumes
there's too much to clean up but i can't move
too many choices so i wont chose
too many choices so we wont choose
i put on a new face and line up right behind you
carefully watching everything you do
cause i taught myself suspicion with everything accrued
i taught myself to learn it before i burn it
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Roads Over Graves
02:33
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who let you behind my eyes?
control of fingers, actions mind?
who let me lay down and die?
who stole my rotting mask of flies?
who whispered to me a story thats been told a million times?
staring blank in deep reflection my face decays to lines
these lines decay to bone
these bones decay to black
grounded in a wasteland as broken thoughts come rushing back
black eye strain survive the night
red eyes in light grey morning decay
deathbed years with rusted gears
breathing deep exhaling cobweb fumes
bathed in white and covered in thread
dead sleep, believer, rest heavy head
no more pain no more guilt
tear down the house that sad hands build
constantly picking, scratching the wound
healing in time but not anytime soon
a gift from a ghost unholy host
every thought you live then die through haunted days
we watch as we grow we watch as we shed
breathe deep new breath for the long road ahead
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Fight Or Flight
04:41
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their cursed imagination conjures thoughts too grim to bear
lusus naturae in the shadows ten thousand eyes stare
instinct teaches to fear the things the mind cannot see
so they fear invisible beasts they fear unreachable dreams
choking on past regrets getting wasted by time
losing self respect the chest feels confined
the breath becomes short the breath becomes baited
a grim atmosphere leading to instant death is awaited
but ghosts cover their fear as denial provides
courage from the things they fear most inside
how long till they wake up how long must they hide?
will their fears disappear if they open their eyes?
fear just wants you to open your eyes
fear just wants you to open your mind.
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Dead Body
02:38
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lost in population breathless you scratched the inside raw
something wrong with mom and dad no healthy pink bourgeois
alpha male your broken mind's too sick for my attention
your every word and action my reaction : detestation white sky in one eye and death in the other
pitting hunter against mother against souther
catching a scent for the keeping
trying to control the bleeding
exhausted already cut, crippled and weak
biting through the tongue so it never reaches the cheek
disgusted with everything just about to divide
cutting yourself open just to see what's inside
a lack of self respect and afraid to break his own trust
breathing in deep tasting dried blood and dust
because this is how the machine runs.
and it runs:
spending too much time measuring obsessed
self defeat is pleasuring so you don't get depressed
colors bend and change before they leak through broken skin
handled rough with careless hands not knowing where they've been
nature killing nature machines vs. machines
people killing people killing everything in between
totally obsessed with the miserable
sick with dead minds and the pitiful
but i couldn't ask for more
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