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EVERYTHING EXPLODES
05:50
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1. EVERYTHING EXPLODES
Seven times the continents they shift beneath our feet
Seven are the deadly sins unless you’re on the street
Seven for the luck that you imagine it to be
Seven for the troubled waters linking every sea
When the first weapons came to be
Everything from gunpowder to tnt
Tribes may live by different codes
In the end it all explodes
When the first weapons came to be
Everything from gunpowder to tnt
Tribes? They live by different codes
In the end it all explodes
Carvings mark the death tolls
Scribes committing to the scrolls
Languages become unknown
Smoke from the rosetta stone
From the first quill to sharpened bone
Deadly blows that one must hone
All in name of progress, but still done at their behest
Even Christian gOD took the seventh day to rest
Pitiful the god who lets his creations destroy
Mightier the warfare that the fearsome gods deploy
Pitiful the god who lets his creations destroy
Your god did not create you and the earth is not your toy
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COMFORT MAN
05:36
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2. COMFORT MAN
Never phased by male gaze
The next step could go both ways
Misandry could be dandy if you keep it in the family
Treat them this last meal
Ground beneath your heal
Unsure what to feel
Kneel
Comfort man is at it again
Trickles down the length of his chin
Comfort man must pay for his skin
Comfort man’s original sin
Comfort man can struggle he can gasp for his breath
Drinking life’s blood keeping one step from his death
Fearing castration not the litmus test
For the main course at the victory fest
Laying so still just sitting at the feet
Head can rise and it’s meeting the knees
Open mouth and close your eyes
Imbibe of your crimson demise
When you run with scissors someone’s sure to get cut
You can call me mommy you can call me a cunt
Hit it from the back became suck it from the front
It’s a new day and guess who’s on the hunt?
When you run with scissors everybody gets cut
I am not your mommy, but I’ve got the perfect cunt
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IGNORANCE IS BLISS
05:54
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3. IGNORANCE IS BLISS
Ignorance is bliss, here’s a good night kiss
Dreamer can’t see that there’s something amiss
Ignorance is bliss, come and get your kiss
Liar’s forked tongue, you can hear the hiss
Ignorance is bliss, how about that kiss?
Times of reason, how we reminisce
Ignorance is bliss, we were meant to kiss
Intellect drains to the final abyss
Ignorance is bliss, now I get my kiss
Best served cold, it’s my favorite dish
Ignorance is bliss, I would be remiss
Standing neutral, and emotional Swiss
Ignorance is bliss, but you can’t dismiss
Blind leading blind, it’s my dying wish
Ignorance is bliss, here’s a good night kiss
Drowning from lies in the deepest abyss
Nothing in this world ever coming from chance
Choose your partner because it’s time for the dance
Refusing to acknowledge any circumstance
Maybe just a story that you’re trying to enhance
Everything is certain when you’re at the first glance
Taking a chance leads to a hypnotic trance
Recognize formation of demonic plans
Take it easy now, we’re just holding hands
Easy to accept not believing in fate
Better mind your manners when you’re on the first date
Secret cabal that’s controlling it all
No time to hesitate, no time to stall
Filled with fury when this action’s required
Blood boils over as the engine is fired
Possessing secret knowledge hid from us all
Find recognition at the center of the brawl
When this ignorance has consumed us all
When no one is left standing tall
When we eat from the apple again
Adam just moans and we repeat our sin
Live by the sword and killed by the horde
Taken to term, but eaten by the worm
It is written, but it can’t be told
It doesn’t matter when your soul is sold
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4. |
BLOOD QUILL
01:19
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DEATH POEM
05:55
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4. DEATH POEMS
Upon the finest parchment or clawed on common stone
Trying to find solace, but no way I’m planning to atone
Choose your words carefully, for they will be your last
Embrace your role as creature of the past
Fleeting are your days formed as humanoid
Debase contaminants body alloyed
Get to the end so the journey can begin
Days are finite walking among men
Noble as the wise man guiding you
Purer than a simple drop of morning dew
Peaceful as the sea never meeting the sand
Virgin as the last patch of untilled land
Every day my death poem writes another verse
Liquor on the breath of man driving my hearse
Deep down in cave and you are the canary
Can I get a quote for your obituary?
Measuring your corpse with a quick glance of the eye
Coffin maker’s customer because you’re going to die
Circle means the universe and circle means the void
Burning up in atmosphere like and asteroid
Fleeting are your days formed as humanoid
Debased contaminants body alloyed
Circle is your universe and circle is your void
You will burn in atmosphere falling asteroid
Separating man from neanderthal
One was not so vain seeing future in this all
Both had seen the light and both had heard the call
Sketches of a dying being left in bloody scrawls
Step into the circle, step into the void walls
Crafting fina; scripture eternal night falls
Step out of the universe step into the void squalls
Hell does not exist and Valharra’s empty halls
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LIVES OF KNIVES
05:26
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5. LIVES OF KNIVES
The moon’s too bright
The chain’s too tight
Crawl to you baby fall at your feet
Claw at your heart and I’d tear your sheet
Never dreamed I’d be this lost in the dismay
Wicked game you play makes me feel this way
World’s on fire no one saves me but you
Strange what desire makes foolish people do
You’ll find it happens and it’s all of the time
When I see you out it’s just such a crime
It is not unusual to see me cry
It is not unusual I want to die
Someday when I’m awfully low
Someday soon when the world is cold
Don’t ever change keep that breathless charm
Never cover needle marks I can see your arm
They tell me life is an empty scene
It is just an avenue of broken dreams
Isn’t good night life, but it’s better than the knife
Too tight, too bright
Just an empty scene
All those broken dreams
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SEDATION DAMNATION
06:54
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