1. |
Mise En Scène
01:27
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2. |
Lake Of Ash And Sand
04:01
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This path
reveals a lifeless desert,
an anachronism made of fermented concrete and bile.
The streets are paved with vomit and broken spines.
A death rattle spilling spent marrow through dried up veins.
A diatribe, an effigy, a prophet hanging
from a plastic tree.
Decades spent on concepts,
ideal coffins in unmarked graves
As we’ve heard a million times,
we are but slaves
I’d like my violently
wasted days back please.
And you said you’d welcome change
All progress turned into a lake of ash and sand. All progress, now dust...
Now awakened,
the wheel turns anew
Along the same circle,
a wasteland of rehashed trash
Lake of boiling ash
Flattened mockery of life.
Near faint,
traces of a past,
that might h
ave been
worth it once,
Acid rain, roads unturned,
a fly trap, only for us.
So sweet is the lure of defeat.
A toast to the last of days
and the fake embrace
of disgraceful tastes.
A sullen epitaph
Weighed down by the sands
of centuries gone by
An angel of flame
took the path less traveled
I saw her,
Unjustly obsolete through time’s ceaseless grind.
Forever trapped behind pale walls,
Before and behind dark dream glass.
Ceaseless watcher
hopeless in the face of progress,
silent in the face of time.
Crippled riposte
Of fallen days
Tearing through my chest
more than I could take
more than deserved
for all our follies.
And when I remember her,
I can feel that sometimes
In the same old holes
the same old ashes stir.
Everything burnt out of me.
Trickling sand my legacy.
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3. |
Warrens Of Thought
02:55
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Mar the body
Share the body
Never think of recess
Form the lies
Break the ties
Never let the truth stand
Premise
Positive
Posit no dissent
The warrens of thought
Reveal our futures
Many as one
As above now below
Same as always
Thoughts control
Complacency
(order)
Shape the world
Break the world
All the fragments leering
Last divide
Questions life
Pushing down the poison
Brittle minds
Brittle
heights
Planning rude awakenings
Never trust the lenient smiles
Of broken mirrors
One as many
A uniform pattern
Repeating trite memory
Clamoring for deliverance.
And you feel nervous now
Though you can’t quite tell why, can you?
When the chorus beckons
To grind you down to size
Anemic symphonies Stink
Of desperate life
Words to hear
Cower in fear
The setbacks of ingress
No way out Poisoned route
Malice, not success
We are one –
depressing truth
made manifest
What would have you believe
In just about anything?
A single frame,
a subliminal stress
An echo chamber
of self-
fulfilling prophecy
Forked tongues and dread,
gnashing teeth.
What are we now, but mouths to feed?
One as many,
many as one,
the curvature of forlorn
hopes
stringing you along,
One as many,
many as one,
knitting a web of lies
and death to come...
Many as one....
One as many,
many as one...
The end goal was always the cosmic junkyard
Made of discarded dreams,
of distinctions and memories
All meaningless
before the eyes of many,
Just scraps dangling from the maw
Of success.
Many as one, one as many...
one as many, many as one...
one as many, many as one...
one as many, many as one...
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4. |
Children Of The Rat
03:37
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We long for desolation
below the surface
always waiting
all the wonders you can't see
whatever is our purpose
whatever you pretend to be
this will end in misery
All the limp catastrophes
your limbs strung in bonemade trees
The children of destruction wait
at the bottom of the well
And they sing so joyfully
chittering at death's ecstasy
Eternally.
Rot-faced fate smiling at you
as you walk down the stairs
no freedom will be waiting there
but our very own.
A purge of quantities unknown.
Come see the world through these eyes
feral and vacant
swim down the river of refuse
a deluge flowing into a cesspool
the pride of our kind
spawning from the wreckage
we shall inherit all.
Abandon all false idols.
The final saviors have returned.
Ruin, our gods are ruin.
The wretched crevices
spilling out verminous tides
the everlasting doom
our fate's finally aligned.
Clawing through the sockets
of futures unwritten
compulsive procreation
infesting the foolish purveyors
of this dying civilizatiom
The killing of all that ever was
Gnawing at the roots
til the foundation fucking rots
The children of rats
The last begotten ones
Feasting on your trite remains
A species so untamed
Unburdened by your weakness
And foolish morality
The children of rats
The last begotten ones
The children of rats
Visions of purest dread
We were among you before you could walk
and we'll be there when all extermination has been
wrought.
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5. |
Blood In The Water
03:05
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Perfect rows of teeth
Regrown into infinity
The world is darkness
And life is blood in the water
And in our mouths,
Devouring or devoured.
Who cares for faith in pity,
Barely staving off inevitability?
Chum juddering in nets deprived of lungs
And we’re alone when the sharks come.2x
All hail the red wake.
Now all I see is the blood that pools
Across a world of wraiths and bones
Pale memories and the water that turns,
Tears through the black mass
The veil is lost by every eye
A chortling scream, an unheard cry
This is what it must mean, to be alive.
Can you honestly say you would be fine?
Can you honestly say you wouldn’t take a bite my friend?
Keep your thoughts clean, but your mouth wide,
And you will find that this is what it does mean, to be alive.
Cut the threads unseen,
Unblinking soul of greed.
Where my nightmares live,
your new life begins.
A wretched symphony
of slaves and cartilage,
Stuck between your teeth.
You’re the promise of the golden dawn.
And I’ll be blood in the water.
All hail the red wake.
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6. |
Short History Of Failure
03:47
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Skies made of scars,
black fields nurtured,
by the blood of a million men,
rotten corpses painting the horizon
stagnation eclipsed by war fervor
flesh boiled off of bones the tired wartorn chique
Histories of righteous light
proven wrong by indifference.
Kill everything that doesn’t kill it’s all they know. 2x
You can try to see the light but you’ll only find the maw.
You can try to see the light but you’ll only find the maw staring back.
Finally the means to end all beginnings.
The strain counts the last emissions from your face,
Counts the stains of centuries misplaced,
This hollow fabric tears, in abject failure.
Itemized and sterilized, callous cries and lies lies lies. 2x
Cauterized and civilized, 2x
callous cries and nothing but lies.
They fall like rain from every orifice
Disformed doors emerge fate’s crooked teeth.
These days fear is a bygone dream it’s been burnt out of me. 2x
Whipped into function from a life that knew none,
Stasis and inhibition, to waste and segregate.
It all crumbles.
Built on ruins and skeletons.
Our histories of incessant failure.
All is dust.
All...
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7. |
Decimation Spiral
03:09
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All along the spiral fate unfolds
This world a silent prison
Tired visions manifest
Contented with obliteration
All the corruption that’s been conjured up
We carry out in turn
Dead end cycle only fit
To live in accordance
with their heart’s contempt
The wasteful prodigies have Prospects
to deliver
to the towers
Seat of graves and malice for the flesh slaves
The sacred band,
crushed to pieces by a tenth
Decimation Spiral, forever after
sterile symmetries and dreams
Make the pagesshiver and bleed
Andbeat a tenth to death
As long as there’s any feelings left
The tape clicks indifference
Poisoning allwords and visions
Soon they’ll be
a record of perdition
All along the spiral blackened pyres
Drench the world in coal and ash
All the voices never quite heard
screaming centuries of agony
The tape may roar indifference
The eye has unlearned sympathy.
Decimation is the fate of these days.
Coiling blackened suns and imagined catastrophe
every record grinds towards completion
No more need for mercy.
A capacity
Useless
In a world of jaded gods
longing for a thrill.
The eye can learn again,
To let history be history.
The eye has unlearned sympathy.
Every record grinds toward completion
Building up to one truth perhaps
All is flux and all will be dust.
The decision of what shall live,
what shall die...
Choices
beaten senseless by the passage of time.
Legacies of a tenth of decline.
Choices beaten senseless by the passage of time.
Legacies of a tenth of decline.
Building up to one truth perhaps
All is flux
and
all will be dust.
The touch of decimation until there’s nothing more to grasp.
A grand display of tranquility
neatly organized
While the dark creeps inside,
drowns out the taste of light.
The tape goes click..click..click...
And mercifully runs out.
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8. |
The Horror
04:05
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Come join the fiends these nights all dressed to kill ready for their fill
The way you smell I can tell you ain't never left your property, how nice that must have been
Always the smart choice to stay within the white picket fences outlined on the grass where the jet white kids prepare for their hollow dances every fucking night
It's a super happy funtime for all of us who never cared to love
It's a super happy funtime and you're the one it all revolves around
This masquerade's your one chance out here
you might loose track of all the atrocities, we love our pretense here
It might not show but the terror hides behind the mask we wear
What do you know about our fucked up fantasies and fucked up past with just one glance?
Well, nothing as it stands, baby.
You see what you want to believe and they're not going to pop that balloon just now.
What will you do?
Everything goes in sick suburban homes.
What will you do, when your lovely neighbors come for you?
You'll be wishing for slow poison death, razors and an escape from certain mutilation.
Don't look to me for answers, I can't help what I've become, I'm just as fucked up as everyone.
The one thing nobody ever tells you, the one thing you'll have to find out for yourself,
This world’s a fucking terrifying place
It’s way worse than they tell you.
It's a super happy funtime for all of us who never cared to love
It's a super happy funtime and you're the one it all revolves around
This masquerade's your one chance out here
you might loose track of all the atrocities buried beneath the astro turf.
The horror, the monsters, the grief, the carved up flesh is everyone you know. it's everyone you'll ever meet.
So join this masquerade.
Everything goes in sick suburban homes.
The horror, the horror, the horror, is everyone you know, and soon
you'll be just as fucked as that from which you grew.
This world’s more fucked up than they tell you.
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9. |
Tapeworm
04:26
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Never strived for greatness
Sullen and blind, wasting
Away in the belly of a concrete hive,
Thoughts metastasizing to give meaning
to the rotten filth churned out in pieces
A blind husk descends,
From all expectations exempt,
No way to take this in stride
Fragments scattered on a turnpike
And the endless question why
Dissolves into a sigh,
The deathless howl fed your thoughts to the void
The parasite that slowly dies,
The meaning of your life,
In every step a death by a thousand cuts.
Your skin Bleeds splinters tired and rough (now) 2x
(Slumber is all that’s left in the wake, the inevitable fall.
The tale of moths and the flame,
The light never touches this soil.) 2x
Sucking the marrow you mustered alone,
Only content When your flesh turned to
bone.
Never meant for greatness
Apathy is sacred
Black hearts with holes in all the wrong places
Never took notice of what it all means
An endless cycle of ever more dull dreams
Laugh at the prospect of death while you live
Parasitic matter all encompassing
Laughing at your hubris,
Your misplaced dirge.
And the endless question why
Dissolves into a sigh,
The deathless howl fed your thoughts to the void
You’ll hear from me again,
I’ll be in every step never taken. 4x
Slumber is all that’s left in the wake,
The inevitable fall,
The tale of moths and the flame
The light never touches this soil.
Hopes of ending a cycle bereft of all liveliness.
Quivering and convulsing in the death throes of desire.
The thing I never want to see again this pallid face,
Yours and mine.
Living in this world is like feeding a tapeworm.
Eggs hatching in the ruins of grace.
Living in this world is like feeding a fucking tapeworm.
Pointless.
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10. |
Mushed Into Mush
03:17
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Lest we stand on the precipice
Longitudinal streams of life-like imminence
Ground up flesh and mush in a conquest
For cancerous growths.
At last
At our behest
Drown in fallacies and capillaries,
Venomous strains left to decipher
Rotten fruit.
We all will be mushed to mush (now) 2x
Hold your tongue, safe a last,
But not of dreams of joyous pasts
It passed, and fretfully, surreptitiously,
The serpents lay
Above meandering
The fate of myriads of cells carrying aeons of death.
Late love at last, late love at last...
Lard and regress is the fate of sloths which is all we are.
Pink softened grease carrying lust,
Scions become the graves of torn off ancestry, immortal fear
Imprisoned in my mind is the answer to the questions never asked
As if you could even fucking conceive
(hahahahahahaha etc)
We become, lest we endure (now) mush and motherfucking manure. 2x
Drown (3x) leave the bucket half full.
Lard and regress is the fate of sloths which is all we are (pink softened misu-misu)
Scions become the graves of torn off ancestry, immortal fear
Imprisoned in my mind is the answer to the questions never asked
As if you could even fucking conceive
(hahahahahahaha etc)
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11. |
Lessons Of Failure
04:00
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What time has sown upon your flesh,
Ashen, lifeless pale in the hollow light of day
Fretful spreading of supple wings
As of yet merely dark design,
Fleeting shadow of things to come.
Angels and demons,
Mirror image sheen
beyond good
and evil
What is fear now?
Cigarettes and the faint hope for death,
Permanence and ash.
The caress of silence.
I trace my fingers through remains and wires,
Infinitely trace.
I see now.
What does failure have
left to teach?
The tenure of the mammals had ceased
and there were no more hopes and fears to sate.
The waterfronts lay long abandoned, all that was left was parking space.
And I stood contemplating fate, perched atop a bridge that oversaw
the masses,
or nothing
in particular.
Dying embers
traced the dead roads,
rotten streams
dried out.
This river took the night to arrive.
What I’ve learned is that failure spells the end.
(Always in the back of my head.)
Suffering is not enticing.
These days
Stagnant waters only decay.
Only when you give up failing
will the light leave your bones.
Flow like the river
I am none, I am all.
The very nature of change, advance without end.
We all fall, but we do not remain.
We all fall, but we do not remain.
Find, You’ll find...
What failure has
left to teach
is that it never ends
without a lesson.
(always in the back of my head)
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12. |
Hydra
03:32
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The serpent lays its head to rest,
Coiling to pay the price.
Lie down before the altar of your decrepit needs.
Come the tithe we pry the life from wounded soil.
Remake this graven image,
the carcass of masters lost.
But their loss was absolution.
The blood of gods drips
Through slit open throats.
And all darkness seems beyond reproach.
The idle stirrings
Of false beginnings.
Tastes of light shall part the darkened head from my shoulders.
And I will grin in defeat.
And I shall rise,
More alive than
I could ever hope before.
All I carry now is disrespect for the logic of severed heads.
Ragged breaths moaning for reprieve
Did warrant my defeat.
But now I know the truth
Of what I am.
My fate is fate no more.
I shall pry from life
what was denied,
Twice the thing I was before.
Lashes and collars fit like a noose
They took their powers born from abuse
Pry, rise, survive, thrive
No pity for the weak,
Their favorite failing
But we were never as weak as they thought.
Pry, rise, survive, thrive
Strike where you’re least expected, begin to love the multitudes.
Pry, rise, survive, thrive
Stamp out the blackened flames
That made the sorrow manifest
Come morning we shall dance,
Free from burdens that drowned,
All that was decent,
Regrowth of sweetness and light.
We shall give ourselves to life twice more,
This hydra bows to no one, now and forevermore. 3x
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13. |
Carthage
04:42
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The calls came from the sea
That they would raze all we built
As my world burned,
I wished for nothing but
to burn alongside
that which I held dear
Now I am the last
of an indulgence we revered.
A trickle in the bloodstream,
The song of devastation.
Echoes of empires of echoes and death
Empires of indifference.
Teasing shadows loom beyond the stale life.
Now we’re not minds,
but threads to be woven.
And the weave
is prone to fallacy,
Disjointed memory.
Of a place I revered,
but
was I
sincere
in my adoration?
And should reason still sleep after our city’s death
I will live
past hopes and regret,
Rebuild the places by the sea.
Reclaim what lies beyond bloody destiny.
In a world that won’t let me,
I will dream.
More fiercely than I could
in a world that met ash,
I will dream.
Let the walls fall
The testaments to cowardice
Let the walls fall
To recompense
the needs that died
Let the walls fall
So our city may stretch towards infinity
Let the walls fall
Once more unto the breach, dear friends...
So our dreams may never fall to them,
die as make belief.
In a world of failing possibility,
I will tread no path deemed possible.
So our dreams may never die...
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