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Damocles
05:56
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Winter contigency won't account for
Acid rain from the sky above
Nuclear consideration is a must
But as for our planet, no one gives a fuck
Humanity begins to notice hell
The empty ocean, humorous for now
Call it a virus, call the kettle black
The earth's antibodies won't cut any slack
The earth's body is an ecosystem
And we have spliced the web it thrives on
Humanity will die on the throne
The Sword of Damocles, a prophecy
From the cradle to the coffin
The earth shall be our grave
We dig the pits that our bodies fall in
We sow the ash upon the land
Gut the titan by his neck
Lay that bloated corpse to rest
Cut the breath before it's drawn
It's easy as it seems
WOOH!
Drifting
Into the void
Deep abyss
Scrabbling
Man shall die
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Eyelid
06:51
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I'm just a bit fed up
With being tossed around
My life feels like a mandela
I've been removed
I'm just a little forsaken
Feel like I don't belong here
In all the wrong places
Anywhere and anyhow I
And If you try to explain
I'll say I dont need your advice
Cause I'm a modern day warrior
Expose weakness
Don't you try to debate
I only believe in what I can see
The universe is everything
Within without open the eyelid
Every world within a world
Is blind to all the other life
Existing in an infinite
Save for those who cross between
In every supersonic boom
The vibrations bring damage to
The inner ear, it cracks but does not break
In every supernova star
Humans think they've come so far
But never reaching to the place
Where ego dies, where people cry
In every ocean current felt
An ecosystem goes unseen
Every lifeform in disguise
As consciousness, it moves from being to being
If you could see your inner self
You would not see a single thing
Without your thoughts embodied
You are nothing
Every soul that is now walking
Knows that there is little time
When all at once the promised few
Have turned their backs on everyone
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Facades
06:18
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Inching
Closer
Dread comes
Nothing like
Crawling
Clawing
Hurt comes
Pulling you down
The lies you told
Inflaming all
The world is not your home
To save your soul
The fractured whole
It must be burned away
Your dead facade
Your hollow eyes
Can't see the truth behind
The veil of death
The portent vision
I consummate evil in my mind
Nascent
Abuse
Foretell
Nothing but
Hatred
Imbued
System
Crumbling down
The children of your dead empire
Have come to claim your life
The lamb you slaughter, the sons you've slain
Have come to take the throne
You're selling freedom, to chained men walking
You dig our graves with a smile
Until the end, you still deny
The surrogate disease in my mind
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Hypochondria
06:59
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Sulfate paraben monotryglicerin
I am the refuse of your drugs just
Bring me, to the clinical I'll shoot it up and we're on our way to an
Orchard porous tortured forest
spray me in the dead crop fields
Empty, this shriveled husk and I'll scream my name as you dry me up
I'm sick, and I'm tired
But I'm burning with desire
They love me, but they all know
I'm an ill-suit for life
I'm nicotine, I'm a GMO
I'm an omnific joke
New policy, our history
I'll always be the same
Cowshed altar, force-fed slaughter,
Slice my gut and drain my blood
Bring me, to the butcher shop, scrub me clean and apportion me to the
Selfish glutton, glorified mutton
I am the product of your lust just
Fuck me, with your fork and knife and I'll scream your name as you carve me up
You're sick, and you're tired
But you're burning with desire
You love me, but I know
You won't eat what's insane
I'm spinal cord, I'm CJD
and you're omnivorous
New colonies, our misery
Will always be, always be the same
It felt good when the needle pushed inside my skin
But have I gone too far to be felt within…
Is this working, am I hurting, doctor am I lying to myself believe me
I can't even tell if I am breathing...
Am I speaking to you in this nightmare you call my dreams
I can't even think about a way out
There's no doubt that I'm damned inside my feeble brain
(All you know, all you feel)
But can I know where my heart is, oh can I know you? Can I feel you? you, you you...
(Is there anything)
Is there anything I can trust behind your eyes?
(Oh no, oh no...)
I'd rather feel the cold embrace of the ground below me
(return to the earth in time)
I'll be autonomous as my body returns to the earth
Return, return, return, return
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