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Collide a Comet
00:22
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"Collide a Comet"
Collide a comet grows limbs from a decapitated sparrow
screaming infection
through rotted talons turning
the compost beginning again and again
how the cycle must mystify
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Flora Mortis
02:57
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"Flora Mortis"
no place to be born
no place to live and die
i drowned a little bit each time
the cerebral juices are pouring
out of every hole in my head
I can't keep my neck straight
and my spine contorts the same
nor can my hands grasp any concept of light
i'll never make it back to the shore
no, not like this
not so transparent
not so disgusted
i almost drown every time
choking and blinking so hard
i can't see in retrospect
the premonitions are incalculable
only in theory and failure
no place to be born
no place to live and die
when i saw my reality rippling
my reflection was unfamiliar
i could feel every part of my being break down within me
so i questioned its true relevance
but it stalks me
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A Mild Fixation
01:22
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"A Mild Fixation"
My dear, there’s puss slithering down your legs
All the bloods ruined your best sunday dress
It taste like iodine
I thought you laughed
When I said I was going to make you wear their flesh
It was enough to make me want to stitch it to your skull
Did I mention
I’m going to dissect you
Piece by piece
And keep only the parts that I love
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"What Lurks in the Boiler Room"
You stupid fucking cunts
and your severed fucking heads
i'm hacking and hacking until i see red
I project my rage
a feast for a necrophage
my severed head collection
envokes my erection
my lust demands perfection
I string them up by their own prolapsed assholes
time to join the rotten dead
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Celestial Graveyard
04:01
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"Celestial Graveyard"
I’m camping in a celestial graveyard
Cutting like a diamond through a jugular
Suspended in an abyss
My breath bellows forth like smoke
The absence of light is enlightening
I’m camping in a celestial graveyard
There’s a cold dead angel spinning me around
Trapped in binary juxtaposition
Swelling, she struck me blind
Then her body collapsed
She burst out of her own cunt
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Croisade
02:49
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"Croisade"
dejected, consuming hell with a gluttonous fixation
mortality leaking from every pore
the vessel ruptures
disgusted this pious creature dies
the result of a celestial manifestation
mourning in heaven
atrophy in purgatory
sleeping in hell
born in a world where they still fear gods
never did they think we'd touch the stars
dreams are hemorrhaging
urgently, i climb out of this atrocity
but i've diluted my morals
with the utmost urge to murder
this abolishment of life
will be of biblical proportions
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10-29-29
02:21
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"10/29/29"
the stock market crashed
i don't feel a fucking thing
buying and trading debt
don't mean shit to me
maybe they have a monetary deity they pray to
that wretched concept doesn't exist in my eyes
if you have that pound of flesh
throw it on the fucking scale
watch it outweigh our standard of living
even your imaginary souls can't escape this war machine
what do you see
when you've climbed that mountain
and find the earth has crumbled behind your every step
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8. |
Untouched Skies
04:01
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"Untouched Skies"
Biding time I can’t articulate
Flowing through this time loop like a centrifuge
Its separating my molecules
Celebrating the same dawn and dusk
The same fucking cycle
How many times do I get to watch myself, hang myself
Bidding my time
Blinking in unstable wormholes
Tempting more than fate
These paths I've orchestrated
A rotation of existence and nonexistence
It craves exploitation
With the might of deities
I’ll use it to hide from the whole fucking world
A place I can see untouched skies
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Beaten and Prolapsed
00:04
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"Beaten and Prolapsed"
DEAD
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Zola
02:57
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"Zola"
Could this be fruition
the last stone fell
And underneath it's weight the crunching of bones
it was the soundtrack to murder
if hell burst wide open
I'd still sleep tonight
more vacancy in purgatory
cause all dead babies go to heaven
hell was never more than a landfill
psycho poisonous false prophets
lead the blind to a leap of faith
into a bottomless void
pompous fucking filthy leeches
perpetuate obsolete traditions
fuckin tyrants
everyone's got their foot on a throat
but i'll still sleep tonight
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Jupiter's Domain
08:23
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"Jupiter's Domain"
The masters sail to those white walls
dragging neptune's eye
they will conquer and kill
for that crown of gold
through and extortion
they write the sanguine tales of old
delende est cathargo
mare nostrum
breaking through the walls
the infidels all trapped
if not disease or starvation
its by blade and fire
undertakers working overtime
revenge for hannibal's scars
they bring forth
slander and extortion
send worth the cleansing squads
gather the corpses
defile them ignite
the mass funeral pyre
this is the art of empire
this is the art of extermination
flame torn, smoke death
filleted and immolated
the sea feeds
the sea annihilates
the king down to his fucking knees
offers himself as a slave
this will be jupiter's domain
wretch, traitor most effeminate of men
this fire will entomb me and my children
The masters sail to those white walls
dragging neptune's eye
they will conquer and kill
for that crown of gold
through extortion
they write the sanguine tales of old
(Outro)
Bury their history
silence the slaves
let not one bit of wisdom escape
This is empire
Lives drowned by an insipid tongue
Burn the bodies
Bury the cities
Insure there are no stones left to turn
This is empire
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