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Crimes Against Nature
04:50
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our wedding of ashes
rustled in the frigid breeze
you never bled
but i know you loved me
holo mother and father
it’s their turn to suffer
so it’s not my fault, you see
it was cruelty
you blamed me for loving you
so it’s not my fault, you see
it was cruelty
the holo crowds flutter
as i brush past
winding through a desert of rapture
the holo crowds flutter
as winter's chill descends
i recall what really happened
and still i am afraid
spent so long trying to erase
it all, for nothing
and still i am possessed
by your revenge, a failure of mercy
i wish you would have let your mother
saw her hands off that night
you helped her to survive
and your punishment thrived
your revenge, a failure of mercy
a lie to comfort the weak
i’m no longer afraid to fail
so thank you for giving up on me
thank you for setting me free
holo mother and father
it’s their turn to suffer
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2. |
Das Man
04:40
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tell me, tell me, be honest,
your true desires
a lie, a lie to say i’m whole i confess,
tell me your fears and i’ll make them real
to be honest, i’m a liar with no desires, the burden of proof
falls upon you
to make certain that i suffer
truth be told,
i’m a liar with no advantage,
i’ll sell You a tale of a creep with no desire
but i’ve just lost my taste for abuse
yet under my breath move to shatter the glass beneath us, dream to fall slit, precipitous and bleeding
thru forests of uncertainty
the burden of proof falls upon
the seeker of validation
your predatory leer of retribution
so just in breadth, vicious in execution
tell me, tell me, be honest
your true desires
i confess - tell me your fears
and they shall manifest
necrotized dreams awake into twisted corridors of doubt
conniving to mislead us
if the loss never ceases,
will we cease to notice?
a dream awakes to die
necrotized in manifest light
a dream awakes to die
necrotized in manfest light
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3. |
Thanatos Pilot
04:26
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what’s fair for the fair of heart
failure imagined
in the throes of ecstasy
static locked in your gaze
never cared for action anyway,
just promise you'll stay
we had too much fun
now it's time to transcend our memories.
veiled and debased
erase my own face in the mirror
don’t worry honey
have a little faith
i awake but the nightmare
keeps smoldering, vacuum of loss imploding my chest, suffocated limbs
shaved off in my ascent into this
claustrophobic aperture
of neverending sin
promise me this will never end
never had much faith,
but now there's only hate
erase my face, veil my memories
to kill the sensation you're waiting
behind every fragment of time
you were so sad when i became a wraith,
but don't worry honey,
have a little faith
wanna be your baby at the end of time
a front row seat to the end of mankind
everything will be ok
but not for the body
trust in the flesh?
id rather die
everything will be ok
but not for the body
wanna be your baby at the end of time
a front row seat to the end of mankind
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it's time to choose sides,
yet you waver
how could i trust you
after i discovered we were already dead?
you lied to keep yourself fed
you said i wanted this
that’s madness
what i wanted was to care
for you, our harmony of anguish
we never got along
with the other prey
when the confusion waned
i thought we’d be safe again
tried to wake up and shatter these chains
but this narrow rood’s just the slipping edge
of a circling drain
and i’m increasingly afraid of the rain
that daily threatens to wash us away
it’s time to choose sides,
yet you waver
such anger for acquisitions degraded,
feigned naiveté,
you know just as well as i
that no body lasts forever
subtle colony consuming silently
toxic spores infesting us with frailty
revel with me now in debased
paradise, in freedom unclean
a prophecy of rejection fulfilled
but you won't step outside
you won't raise a glass
to anything but fear
no body lasts forever
nor civilized temperaments
there’s no bottom
in a void.
so give me two of everything
subsumed by the frailty of machines
we lied to keep ourselves fed.
suspended and vacillating between love and hate
a litany of disgrace
subtle colony consuming silently
toxic spores infesting us with frailty
silver moon brighter
than waking light
shining through the slivered canopy
see you in my dreams,
punctuated by incubating howls
piercing the verdant walls
of our vacant dynasty,
already crumbling
hyperfloration consuming
the bones of civilization
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6. |
Poseur's Funeral
05:36
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