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Mouthless
02:07
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Integration
Speak through languished, absent moral sets
Echoing in the awe of the addled and crude
Volitions will collapse, rendered nil
Speak through languished, absent morals
Cope through them, a life of quarrels
Breathe me in, invasive structure
Perishing as the metastatic tumors are clustering
Pain as a covenant
The backbone dilapidated
Pain as a covenant
The backbone dilapidated
Your current is mouthless
Your body will invigorate the river
Your current is mouthless
Our bodies will overflow the river
Integrating flesh and funds as one measureless fucking rapid fount
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A Radiant Mass
01:13
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Entropy
Rose from the death of me
A procreation of foul indiscreet radiant mass
Plastered with confidence, groundless
What a fucking waste of skin and waste of breath
Abate to contradict yourself
The blight of living inherent
Extinction should expedite itself
Open all the exits
Cauterize the exit wounds
Lacerating tissue
Cauterize the exit wounds
Foul indiscreet mass
Trapped in the cogs of redemptions wheel
Internal conflict as the organs abstrict
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Ligature
00:56
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Analogic threads bound from end to end
Vessels echoing their emptiness, with dry walls
Confined, the openings choked
Revolving around their axis
Chaos of hyphae and strata
Bending hollow structures turning inwards
Segregation will collapse
Malady embodied in an organic turbulence
Cancerous dominion
In retrospect I should've known I was ever so fucked
As the ligatures tighten
Eyesight blurred and dim
As the ligatures tighten
Fixing the seams and sutures, it's useless, I egress
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Towing Heads
02:10
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Towing their heads through the aisle
A bag of scorn, wreaking quiet grins
Towing their heads, bastard locusts
Free of all guilt, free of all mockery
Towing their heads past the idle
Leering the prey, like the scavengers they are
Towing their heads, envying them
Free of all guilt, free of all
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Dialects
02:44
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The frightened bawl for help is nothing but a distant peal
I see your mouth transform like a pile of quiet snakes
Random vowels blending to the muddle of noise
I couldn't comprehend a single clause even if I tried to
Dialects
Your useless language is a shrine ransacked by change
The ache of the voyage was merely a glimpse
Your greatest faux pas was to trust on your own survival
I can't understand what you say so you must be a threat
Dialects
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6. |
Marrow Compound
00:48
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Heart in stillness
Body burnt to ashen mess
A marrow compound
Contain us, helpless
Soul confined, understated
Tainted every fucking life
Restless sleeper
Keen and anxious
Dismissed every fucking time
Ceaseless hunger unbroken
Heart in stillness
Defunct flutter
Slit and blotted
Absorbing
A marrow compound
Helpless
Ashen mess
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A Dim Locus
01:10
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Opaque
All light omitted
Battered, carefree of caution
Cloaked and strictly bound
Draped in motes of dirt
Feverish bastard heritage of murky waters flown to squalid ground
The delectation requires a substantial toll
Far off from might
The view to mind's all too clear to overhaul
Hope extinguished
Revere the sick scolding the fucking peasants to constantly outperform
A dim locus
Which cove will be mine?
Feverish bastard heritage
Climbing the boughs
Clinging by their teeth
Damned fucking brutes and their exquisite god given rights
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8. |
Grit Bones and Tar
01:29
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Feral, seething
Crowned in ash and bone
Wasted mind
Based soul
Lying in wait
Virulent beast
Subjugated to mastery
Doomed to relive
Over and over
In a temple matted with blood and skin
Screams of the fallen
Rip through the sky
Lyrics by Andrew Hawkins
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Languor
02:01
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Send them, precious ghouls
Send them to the abattoir
Flensed of their guilt and flaws
I am the weight on the apse
Equipped with moral daggers
That resonate forever throughout the glutton mass
As I orate and drone
Twitching tongues fawning motionless bodies
Atrociously squirm
While their tongues still entwine their bodies
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Light aches through a black maw
Holler in anguish
Thrusting a knife forged from pitch
Heartfelt lunge, stab and curse
A bruising bite results in rent skin
Lunge, stab and curse
Trek through a black maw
Explore a vacant aisle
Vigour and cognition subjugated
Paralyzing limbs
Everything is turning into a labyrinthine mess
Reverting to a slow mull
Comfortless rogation
False perception of finding ease in your evaporating warmth
The colourless walls of flesh or arbitrary coils of veins serve no guard
Expedition, circulation
Revolving in circles
Everything is now a fucking mess
Desolate disposable husk
Trespassing a vestal body
Clenching the pure soul by its throat
Thrusting a knife forged from pitch
Trek through a black maw
Light aches
"I could barely stand up
I'd like to say that I pulled myself together, but I didn't, I couldn't
I took my bag, took whatever supplies I found lying around him, and dragged myself onwards,
It was only later on that I realized how I cherished this moment, since it was the most insignificant of the horrors I encountered on the coming suns,
And to think that of all the days I spent there
This took place during the second
All I could hear was my own pulse
And the thrum of Darwin Falls in the distance"
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Desperate flock pining back to their precious homes
All of which were burnt down years ago
With their belongings, their children and their wives
Lower to feed on the skin of the acolyte
It's already tattered, just tear off a bite
With murder as a second nature this should not be a challenge
But more of a delight - Sever the head with smirk and with might
This is a mere hue on the palette of smiles on your rescuer
Awarded and venerated for his contribution and sacrifice
Stretch the pelt over the boughs
Soaked in blood and bits that are no longer warm
Unrecognizable figure glancing back from the puddle
Infused with aberrations, this is who you are
Anomalies in the breathing sequence
Phasing in and out of consciousness
Dualistic excuse of a human being
Infused with aberrations
"I came across another knave, sobbing and croaking
He had fallen off of his horse, only to be crushed by it a second later
On his way down through an unfortunately located heap of brushwood, his right ear got torn off almost completely and he bit off half of his tongue
I tried to speak to him, ask him if he had any rope in his saddlebag, or even water for that matter
What I could tell from the indistinct moaning, was that he couldn't feel his legs, the rest stayed unanswered
His lower body was completely engulfed by the carcass of his deceased companion
I knew it was useless to even try to help him, so I just sat there and stared him
He blatted and made noise for awhile, then quieted down, now just panting, gasping
I took my bag, lifted it over his face, and pressed it down as hard as I possibly could
My fingers were spasming, I bawled
He didn't resist at all, and I'm glad he didn't"
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A quiet mongrel caught in a forest fire
A quiet mongrel caught in a forest fire
Dripping thick muddy fluids
Oozing from it's belly
Bloodless fractures
In from the stomach, glide right through
Rapid stream on a paved downhill
Gyrating lifeless, nearing the thrum
Throbbing lungs, pant and gasp
A quiet mongrel
Oozing from it's belly
In from the stomach, out through the backbone
Tufts of fur on the tips of the branches
Composing a colossal arch
The waters here are acrid
The food here is rotten
A pile of carrion
"And that's when I knew I had to leave
I dragged myself forwards,
My body bruised, my palms and soles covered in ulcers
Blood and shit clinging to my skin like a reeking coating
Light ached, I felt irrelevant
Towing a bag which contents I'd rather not speak of
Past the occasional piles of carrion, my thoughts drowned to the thrum of Darwin Falls in the distance"
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Cursed to abide loose morals
As the mouth of serpents
Thrive without consequence
Oblique mirth enthralls another prophet
Blurred veracities
Existence is an endless sermon
Preaching by the pound
Prone to the lust of corruption
As the mouths of serpents grow greater
To engulf this strain
Our ascetic and callous nest
Teethless masses fed with mindless bullshit
Beaten to submission
Consume chaos
Tongueless conjuring
Teethless masses fed with mindless bullshit
Constrain consent
Tongueless
Echo in history
The plague will find a way to flourish and persist
Perish by it's choking grasp
I am the lichen - I am the soil
And I breathe no more
Wash away my being - Into bone
Wash away my body - My cracking skin
Toss me into the river, watch my life desist and move on
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