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Nuchal Cord
01:58
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Newborn infants shriek at birth
Apart from when they’re strangled
The link that grew to start their life
Has now found them entangled
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2. |
Ancestral Perplexities
07:46
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Before countless spiraling suns
I call upon he who rules our sleeping thoughts.
Dream Lord, let your sands fall through those pale fingers
And put me to sleep
for I need your guidance.
It was at that moment I collapsed
& Continued to drift off into the realm
Dream Lord, let your sands fall through those pale fingers
And put me to sleep (x 2)
The experience was frightening
but the knowledge is essential to predict what is to come of the…
Crimson race of alien freaks
suck them dry
take their sleep
away from them
make them rot
Do you think that I forgot?
About the six thousand years of pain
That ravaged on the Martian plains
You rats of red will scurry no more
I promise you king
your race…is done for
I awoke from that nightmare,
& knew that we were through.
Hues of black creeping evenly
Around the bend and back to you
This talisman of emerald green
Handed down to me
By predecessors of ancient blood
Glows in my cold hands
This green jewel endured the
Vast mazes of time and possibility,
Guided by concealed law,
While watching the great red ball dissolve behind us
Phobos & Deimos stand silent (x 2)
The vast dead planet floats on…
God of red dust,
former glory looking upon with
dead nostalgia at his sister earth
Atop Olympus, an empty throne
observes memories of this extinct
empire.
Creatures of foresight
Admiring the blossoming
(just a stones throw away...)
We will plant our seed of life
And pack down the soil
The Martian tree will grow on earth
But the people will never know,
Of their true origin
Or how they came to be,
All humans are Martians
All Martians are Humans
It’s all the same to me.
All humans are Martian
All Martians are Human
It’s all the same to me.
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3. |
The Gynecic Curse
03:42
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Fake faces fill up a room,
A seemingly genuine succubus smiles.
Drooling lies, just for a fuck,
Left naked, in your filth and bile.
She-wolf howls one last rhyme,
At the constant falling sands of time,
All beauty fades, replaced with age,
That fishwife tramp will take her stage
The gynecic curse!!!
Before you realize your face is dripping away like an icicle,
Maybe you’ll regret using it as a crutch
She-wolf howls one last rhyme,
At the constant falling sands of time,
All beauty fades, replaced with age,
That fishwife tramp will take her stage
The eye watches you,
The mind thinks about me
When is this different?
How couldn’t I see
through your web of silk
that wrapped around my will
and pulled my mouth to silence?
You’re just a drone, an empty shell bitch.
Doomed to burn from the very first day
Why did I think this feeling would stay?
You’re diseased with the gynecic curse,
How does it feel knowing it can’t be reversed?
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4. |
Combaticus
08:27
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I want to go back to Pamalonia:
The bloodshed city.
Who were we but open vessels for you to corrupt?
Are you happy?
Who am I kidding?
It worked flawlessly.
And I’m not mad,
I daydream constantly.
About what happens in the ring,
In the place where violent things
Go down, just like rain falls…
And I’d give anything; I’d leave it all,
To gaze upon it one last time.
Before I take this life and die.
Before I spiral down my drain.
Before I finally kill this brain.
There’s one thing that I wish to see:
COMBATICUS in his full majesty.
There’s one place that I wish to be:
If you can hear me please set me free.
I call upon your conscience,
By it’s ancient god-like name,
COMBATICUS, cleanse my soul with carnage
Free me from your game.
House of perverted bloodlust,
Taken away from me…
Swallowed by the earth, it was
For our blasphemy
Pillars and temples fell
A city sucked to hell
Some say the fighting still goes on
But it’s so hard to tell
I won’t hold back any longer.
To meet cruelty, I must be cruel
Dissolving inhibitions…
Learn to love my cutting tool
Ripping & cutting & slashing & tearing
Terrifying all I see…
Where is my fucking recognition?
No one would ever guess
Why I did the things that I did
He wants to be alone
With my teacher, with my brother,
Count every kill, obey the father
Who does he think he is?
I think I am the end itself
He has the itch inside
To my mentor, to my instructor,
Its all for you… this glorious hell on earth
His will has been done.
I can finally rest…
For I see him before me
Taking the acid test
He doesn’t speak,
But he doesn’t have to
Because I already know
what I came here to do
Time to let go...
Die by bushido.
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5. |
Minutia
00:54
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Embedded in the minutia
To you, it’s justified
Appeased by bread and circuses
Superficially gratified…
Blood vessels burst
As I watch you shove your face
With scraps and bones
How does it taste?
(Never got your fill)
Same old fucking thing
Constantly starving
A bottomless pit…
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I must tear down these walls between us all
So I may see them rebuilt in my name.
It’s a visceral sort of thing,
But I don’t even want to try and change
Cause I know it would be useless
So I continue to subscribe…
Letters are lines and nothing more
People seem to truly adore
Putting labels on things they don’t understand
In a bullshit attempt to expand their brand
But when everything’s labeled,
No one likes to get along
I can’t find my way
Hence, my dismay…
The human animal has no sense, no reason
Just a flock of sheep in wolf’s clothing
Ooh I wanna feel something..
Ooh I wanna feel something now..
And when I hear them screaming
I’ll know the something’s been found
My eyes pour holy sludge upon burning flesh
Snap crackle pop
I would have it no other way
Ooh I need to feel something..
Ooh I need to feel something now..
And when I see them bleeding
I’ll know the something’s been found
Evil is everywhere
Evil is real
Its everywhere you don’t look
It’s everywhere you do
If you don’t fucking believe it
Well that’s a bad mistake
But it doesn’t really matter
Because you’ll find out soon enough
Look at me and tell me something real
Before the hope is killed
I know the place were all the popes are built
Look at me and tell me something real
Before the hope is killed
Original sin: the sprouting seed of guilt.
Sick from narcissistic fever
I can feel the evil like a breeze
Calling each other non-believers
Watching the great deku bleed
As I wait on the edge of the earth,
I can see the walls being torn down again
Only to be rebuilt in another name,
On a different day.
What?
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7. |
Mer/ka/ba
05:09
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Why this infatuation for discontent?
{Currently unknown.}
When will we learn to live free from lament?
{We won’t.}
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8. |
Fail Science!
01:49
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9. |
Charlie Guiteau
03:42
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A set of mutilated feet
Rotting gums underneath
Yellow teeth
Soiled in my only clothes
Echo in the alley
A voice on the holy throne
"Slay Garfield, The Ungrateful"
How should I be remembered?
By Bulldog handles and Ivory triggers
My defense I recite to you
In epic rhyme, 'tis true.
Doctors killed the President
My bullet did not make it through
The circus of newspaper lunatics
You are slovenly folk
Entertained by tricks
The Lord be pleased
I have done its deed
You will all see
Defense lawyers made whores
When I’m president in 84’
When I am president in 1884
You’ll see
And you’ll agree,
It’s the act to beat
Bigger than me:
This is history
The Lord be pleased
I have done its deed
The lord be pleased…right now
"I saved my party and my land;
I will weep no more
I see the most glorious things
I am with the Lord."
He saw the most glorious things…
Through psychopathic eyes
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10. |
Joint Ventures
03:39
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Vaporous specters conjured.
They circle around me like vultures…
Sirens of potent beauty,
Speak sweet words and familiar phrases
Their hound of mental anguish
1 head, 4 eyes, no jaw
I gaze in unfiltered awe
Transfixed from a dose of truth
Indulge my sick desires.
Things I’ve always wanted
But never confronted,
My ego is dragged from its den
Held up for all to see
Empowered and ashamed, again and again,
Conflicts taking hold within me
Vaporous specters conjured.
They circle around me like vultures…
Sirens of potent beauty,
Speak sweet words and familiar phrases
Their hound of mental anguish
1 head, 4 eyes, no jaw
Transfixed from a dose of truth
I gaze in unfiltered awe
Indulge my sick desires.
Things I’ve always wanted
But never confronted,
My ego is dragged from its den
Held up for all to see
Again and again and again
AND AGAIN!!!
Haunted by subconscious grime:
The price we pay for all our crimes
For if we do not get in line
We’re set up with fines and threatened with jail time
Reliant on the ventures that we pursue
(We’re all just) Living day to day…
These days: not to many people following through
(We’re all just) waiting to betray…
It all makes a distorted kind of sense upstairs
Puzzle pieces that shouldn't fit together
They’re making a portrait, a crooked reflection
(I’m) looking back in, and I'm as light as a feather
Aww shit.
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11. |
Houses of Stone
09:46
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Does any one know what I’m supposed to do?
I just don’t know what were coming to
This fucking planet makes me sick
And even worse, I’m a part of it
I did so many idiotic things
Things I still have yet to truly learn from
But at the end of my life
I know I’ll know nothing
And I’ve accepted the fact that we are
Bred to keep this illusion intact
Try to find something tangible
In this world of smoke and mirrors
When you figure it out
Come let me know
If you find an answer
Please bring it to me
‘Cause I’ve been searching my whole life
And many ages beyond
For every epiphany, another question
Fuel for the internal fire
What could be in store for me?
I guess I’ll just have to wait and see
Just another thing that breathes
I’ll let my thoughts go instinctively
Does anyone know who I’m supposed to be?
If I don’t is something wrong with me?
One thing you should know- I really could care less
About you pompous-ass, whiny, Porsche-driving prick
And then I spit on your grave
First I’ll dig up your body
And then I’ll kick it around
(Kick it around)
I have come to love the sound
Of a man begging for his life
First I’ll dig up your body
And then I’ll kick it around
(Kick it around)
Nothing compares to the sound
Of a human begging for its life
Begging for its life
Begging for its precious life
Its precious life
Our houses of stone:
Indisputable
Now teeth from the rain
Gnaw them away
In each hand rests a brain
Two names for one being
Polar opposites interconnected
A dividing line for safe keeps
I have seen many things I should probably be concerned about
But the world I was raised in taught me to distract myself
What a laugh... (x 2)
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