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Drenched And Open
04:17
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drenched and open drag me down name far from father what have you done instilled this ritual sickness perversion pitchforked tongue speaks seduction speak seduction send carouseling child torn to the shape of hell pale innocence to twisted pale wicked weathered soul set touched the side forgiving sent carouseling down but in my dreams I crawl suffering I crawl pull head hangs heavy suffering I crawl.
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Name By Number
02:06
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not by name not by number not by martyr not by maker this is not how I choose to live if so I refuse not by country not by cross not by track not by trial name of numbers strips identity no longer living beings I'll never be a slave to man not now not ever time has nothing to be consumed rip free I'll never be a slave to man not now not ever.
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Fatalistic Course
03:06
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sudden hunger to drive addiction suffocating plight I'd give myself just to kill myself end an endless life cycle systematic fatal injection in void reaction seething through me shavings remnants memories inter forcefully I've torn apart myself searching digging through myself for a small piece of nothing never again one thousand reasons embody my fight eyes burn from the light shavings remnants memories inter so forcefully die living body filter to surface air intake to non living body filter to surface air intake to none forced followed resurgence.
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Word To Bleed
06:20
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neck twists tightens distorted figure forms skin screams release distorted figure forming masochistic pleasures linger pain light cast shadow let me die spine chills rips skin abdomen explodes petrified existence torment seething reassurance dies once more whore a small voice whispers slivers into my head again and again cold wire cuts skin face freezes from isolation cracked window shows a face split from the inside out distorted figure forms and rip this fucking heart out peel away the flesh escape the flesh escape the soul three words cast in stone I've seen your face before nothing has ever changes burying my head from concentration amplified breathing shrieks in my ear eyes can't shut tight enough breath burns my skin chills my face alone I've never lived I've died a lifetime such shivering wakes my body dead my scars breed these images but never enough to break this moment scars bleed images again and again captive in a memory separate from instinct back arched high praying to be killed bone cracked backwards clawing at the coil asphyxiation leading I'll never walk again wash away sickness back burns raw witness to the slaughter watching from above three words cast in stone isolation blocked out thirty years nothing has ever changed bastard last breath his name.
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Inhuman Likeness
03:58
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poems of sickening salvation make in the mold of perfection wood carved hands hold faith choking on word as law choke greed fucker formed in the shape of his likeness his own nemesis set on destroying himself an inhuman likeness uncountable corpses cry piled design burnt in the shape of a cross in the name of a god the smell of bodies to please the call staring into the face of a savior starting into the field of the dead suffer in silence of sound echoing voice in my head shadowing idols cast over the lies fearing forever alone decaying image of christ selfishness damning digging you closer to home you've prayed time away time buried compassion you've killed compassion you've killed creation mouth tastes tainted in this threshold scold nothing to hold until tomorrow senseless ramblings carved in my chest make no sense of verses said you've creation for whom you thought your god.
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Such Simple Machines
04:31
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blessed one lesser one a tool for a godhead game eyes tell something forever gone held through what never ends not the only one kill the lonely one staring down upon this offering word is gone mercy in spite of shallow convictions drown in your fervor I've cried life away again I forgive myself for what you've done emotion is your prostitution I am the alone hollow I am the alone addiction driven afflicted driven broken saviour deliverance driven down consume manifestation swallowing away crawling pure intention to obscurity I cry solemn goodbye to alter affection feel me slipping sinking closer to you leave me cold blind succedent crowdings of imperfections gone infinite stare ending all resurrection comes when never ends.
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7. |
Inhuman Likeness (1997)
03:59
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poems of sickening salvation make in the mold of perfection wood carved hands hold faith choking on word as law choke greed fucker formed in the shape of his likeness his own nemesis set on destroying himself an inhuman likeness uncountable corpses cry piled design burnt in the shape of a cross in the name of a god the smell of bodies to please the call staring into the face of a savior starting into the field of the dead suffer in silence of sound echoing voice in my head shadowing idols cast over the lies fearing forever alone decaying image of christ selfishness damning digging you closer to home you've prayed time away time buried compassion you've killed compassion you've killed creation mouth tastes tainted in this threshold scold nothing to hold until tomorrow senseless ramblings carved in my chest make no sense of verses said you've creation for whom you thought your god.
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8. |
Lord Of The Flies
03:52
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Build it up to burn it down until blood is water. and bone is tool. the pain of the desperate cures us blind. i can't pretend to breathe when the air is on fire. selling us a soul. sending us sedation. a living sacrifice. call it achievement. human advancement. the misconception of evolution. tied down, i won't believe. behind the flag a splintered smile. don't take the blame. this is not an exit. we are not a cure. give him fire. give him god. give him something to destroy. call it the angel. call it the sun. before the archetype it was one. increase the building and burning down. the stench of flesh has made us numb to dying.
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Most Bitter Gift
03:52
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Heart in hand. i hate myself. killing the consciousness. old hope dies to new will as the consequence withers away. needle tipped fingers show me the face of your love. deceit walking on it's own recklessly following. born of what you are into what you've become. shut mouth spit broken words. feelings confined masking the hideous. done nothing to you but true. soft subtle silhouette. slowly sink into a burning backdrop. speaking to you in stares across a shrinking room. never hearing. the blood tastes bitter when given as a gift. pulling skin back and mothered in the chest. a painted portrait of you. holding hands empty. I parade this carcass like a prize. I stand buried alone again. monolith of the unloved. correspondence killing colors. silence never settles minds. dying eyes don't lie. don't fade away.
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Swallowing Razors
02:52
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Wasted days of the most precious smiles. hiding the hurt. swallowing razors in hopes to cut the pain from a sullen broken heart. heart pounding. striving to redesign the love. gathered worth. loss of sense by design and un-giving humble home is your box of dead things. numb. I can't feel myself. numb. how can i begin to believe. when dreams fall apart you die and I betrayed the motion. investing everything and with honest intention. with all sincerity. all the real. motionless. profane sanctioned. wading momentless. profane sanctioned. waiting.
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11. |
The Werther Effect
02:39
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From one to zero. and i know nothing saves. no one can cure us all. to kill the urge. its in my head again. such a familiar sound. i know i've heard it before. its in my head again such a familiar sound. its in my head again. it never dies. it never dies. i made this war. to kill the crave. i need this war. a nameless face. a faceless shame. to kill the urge. an apparition. kill the instinct. execute the apparition. or not to be. i made this war. to kill the crave. i need this war. a nameless face. a faceless shame. or not to be. it never dies. you could never feel this.
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12. |
Kill The Dogs
03:38
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He won't reach us. teach us nothing. "kill the dogs. the conspirators" kill them. kill them all!" we rest assured. reduced to nothing. "kill them. kill them all!" in the sand. fingers bleed from trying to write. i lie. dreaming a reason. dreaming of prayers. i abhor you. i despise you. kill them. kill them all.
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Baton Rouge
04:36
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The rich texture, complex and pure i see through you eyes of strength. courage flowed with grace and elegance spirit. undying trying not to show agony. you nobly endured the day that we parted. anger filled my sullen heart instead of celebrating the beauty of your love we listened to a jackal whose intent was to atone. a deity whose vanity overshadowed your honesty. on the day we parted a beast gave the testimony there is a fallacy.
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May 20th
02:35
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The rich texture, complex and pure i see through you eyes of strength. courage flowed with grace and elegance spirit. undying trying not to show agony. you nobly endured the day that we parted. anger filled my sullen heart instead of celebrating the beauty of your love we listened to a jackal whose intent was to atone. a deity whose vanity overshadowed your honesty. on the day we parted a beast gave the testimony there is a fallacy.
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Welcomed Cadence
04:26
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We welcome cadence with open arms and empty eyes. until the silence lets us know that we are alone. nothings wrong at all. i need myself to help escape and you can't just let them tell me, everything i never wanted to know. we welcome cadence with open arms and empty eyes.
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16. |
A Game Of You
02:58
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Erase my name for now. the title is so confining, head constricting five years of indecision has made a game of you. walking away, from behind sweet gesture sank its teeth into my spine. i hadn't seen it before, but im not the only one. the hardest thing ever done, was cut the strings. never are we the weak do we leave a dream to die. its not polite to kill a lady or say a thousand useless goodbyes. killing my faith, killing my hope never to kill the caring im not the only one.
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Trading Skin
02:37
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It won't just disappear. hostage to the humility. insatiable careening to the underside. sing the theme of a new cradle song as the chant and the epitome of the end. it won't just disappear -instrumentation: a pathos chorus of inequitude- sing along sing along staring up at feet (2x)- from the underside from the underneath he prays and he prays from the underneath he preys and he still prays -stay the unseen (4x)- this time season killed the preacher sing the theme of a new cradle song as the chant the epitome of the end.
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text book of fucking lies declaration speaks with a dollar sign let us decide unequal since the day we were born let us decide go! one nation under god your god your lies one nation under god your god your denial we have nothing to fear but ourselves let us decide to buy the lie.
*some lyrics respectfully borrowed from DOWNCAST and INTENT
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20. |
Wicker (Clutch Cover)
03:21
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Cero
03:27
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taste the kiss of conscience breathe from blood and bone taste the kiss of conscience lest your eyes be sewn you are alpha you are omega you are nothing nonexistent break the back of nescience calculate unknown break the back of nescience lest your eyes be sewn
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Navigator
02:56
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sleep split the lifeline drop watch the last breath drain secure the bleeder this feast a blanket to maintain the set course navigator splice the difference and in these bodies infest navigator splice the difference parasitic success track locate the feeder grip crack to slipneck watch observe the twitching this number a count of the dead in the wake this is the first day this is the last day systolic movements sleep this life down such reductions have become vital for this way of life for this way of death sensory receptions become numb to knee-jerk survival once known as carnage a system composed for symphonic viral functions is headed by a single navigator resistance to such a system is futile ingestion is evident you will succumb you will succumb.
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Jettison
03:55
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impotent victim awaits lovely ecstasy such temptation the connection draws you deep precious agony passion thy bane immolation of the essence of desire immolation of the essence of desire venom see venom seed this fortune shall mar your soul this suffering eternal desolation is incessant repercussions irreversible warmth will not find you caring will never find you benevolence and humanity have turned their heads and walked away.
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Possession
03:16
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I am your everything trust my scorched hands take up in cold conviction shed uncertainty dogma swallowed cerebration futile vision tainted from asphyxiation sterile sterile sterile sterile your tribulation my bliss quenching my deepest thirst total possession total possession.
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Intrinsic
03:18
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leatherback carapace son of instinct underface endless molting adding girth the hideous giving birth swallow headlong warm embrace bleeding insight founding base ever-present human trait rising up sealing fate pure intrinsic humanness unrelenting aggressiveness blind intentions spewing mouth simple cycle turning out rise from within splitting skin rise bleeding out bleeding out rise from within from within in this the blackest season no man will resist his senses dead now is the age of reason it's what we are it's human it's flesh it's genetic generation after generation it becomes more evident that the human instinct is our nemesis these reigns contain man these reigns contain man.
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