1. |
Starve
02:15
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Bite the hand that won't fucking feed
Slipping through holes in our foundation
how long will we let our own starve
(I stand at the mouth of the beast
42 months turn to 241 years
“who is the beast” no longer the question
who can wage war against it?
It is we who must cut the tongue from the mouth of the beast)
Starve
War feeds fear
Fear feeds war
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2. |
Thrive
02:21
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the land of the free
to weak kneed phrenetics
pride over progress
its fucking pathetic
rise from your knees
The leaves fall from the olive branch
A blatant betrayal of trust
The institutions designed to secure our “freedoms”
Become ripe with the stench of greed
They reek of iron and rot
rise
It is they who are biting the hand that feeds
We are slaves to a gaping maw
Shouting commands and snapping at will
Seal the maw and watch it sicken and shrivel
Seal the maw and watch us flourish
(Watch us thrive)
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3. |
Bleed to Me
02:02
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Castrate the primitive, tear the fingers from thieves
Blood for blood for blood for blood
Avenge the wrongly accused to rectify the bereaved
Justice will be served for once
I wipe the blood, spilt to me
From my hands
Forgive me all of my
Transgressions
Tear the jaw from the con man cut the tongues from deceivers
Break the cadence of the wardrum of every misleader
Cut the heads off politicians afraid to make a change
A bullet in the brain of every pig who feels the same
God’s work, my hands
Bleed to me
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4. |
Static
02:19
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Weight on my skull
White noise
White meat
A deep fog
Clouds my thought
Vision blurred
I smell the rot
Digging deep
Getting nothing
Losing years
Incessant buzzing
Everything all at once
Sedated. Atomized
Lay there, paralyzed
is it always like this?
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5. |
Runaway
05:00
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I see you run
Hole away inside yourself
You push and push
A silent cry for help
I see you run
Far away from all of this
I see you run
What from?
Vacant
Vagrant
At arms length
Nowhere to run
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6. |
Void
01:40
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Mind, body, consciousness
Throw it to the wolves
Breathe soundless light
Are you free?
Are you you?
Your skin feels fake
Lay down your body
Disintegrate
Blood on my hands
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7. |
Second Seal
02:52
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Mind, body, consciousness
Throw it to the wolves
Breathe soundless light
Are you free?
Are you you?
Your skin feels fake
Lay down your body
Disintegrate
Blood on my hands
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8. |
Smear
01:03
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Food for thought, no thought for food
Lucrative lies for the cheap
Feed the machine, stay sluggish and sick
Pills to help fall to sleep
Too many sheep with the bloodlust of wolves
Thoughtless pantomiming drones
Simpleton fucks with mouths like a megaphone
The weak minded rally in droves
I see them peddle filth spray painted in gold
No innocence in ignorance excuses getting old
Tired rhetoric
Primitive schools of thought
Pseudoscience
Crock of shit
I can't fuckin take it anymore
Drugs wont fry you if you do them right
And your diet will kill you but you pay no mind
Im sick im sick
Im fuckin sick
Im sick and tired of the taste of shit
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9. |
Bliss
09:29
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Cold snap
Washes over
What once would be perceived as I
Now communal
The me that only I know now free
Free to repeat the process
Free to repeat
In this body I am burdened
Tethered to the evident
Lose my sight but not my vision
Separate my self from skin
Embrace the silence out and in
Cold snap
Washes over
Familiar form
It looks like I did
But I no longer look that way
I no longer look at all
I feel at peace in constant motion
I no longer feel
My self released from myself
Separate, break down, and return
I give back what I took
Guide me through the middling
Subtler minds become manifest
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