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still we consume
02:45
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Round up the willing once again
It's time for a sacrifice
Tasting the sweetness of their trust
You'll never find a finer fare
Severed heads talking nonsense
It's time for a sacrifice
Legions lined up to be victimized
You'll never find a finer fare
We all expected something better than grinding ourselves to the bone
What else could be as useless as working just to live
Join the banquet and eat your fill
Bathe in excess on endless suffering
Limitless supply of influence
A people none the wiser
No need to fear any threat of change
Served on a plate so long ago
We found our truth when all was lost
After all, I’m still here
Consuming
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headless
03:32
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Waving weapons, swaying side to side
Malcontented, sniveling and starved
New land, no hope, headless
Empty headed
Scorn for savagery, clinging to a creed
A bleached canvas, red underneath
New land , no hope, headless
Empty headed, set adrift
New land, no hope, headless
Empty headed
A severed tie in the soul
A broken bond with the dirt
No treasured tool can repair
A rotting hole from within
Scorn for savagery, clinging to a creed
A bleached canvas, red underneath
New land , no hope, headless
Empty headed, set adrift
New land, no hope, headless
Empty headed Wanderer
Forlorn, feast on your own
Crossing humanity
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terror
02:41
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Such disdain for your flesh and blood
When faced with your inadequacy
We all agree to this decree
To burn the earth and blame the meek
A terror looms, its flowers bloom
To drag us down among the flames
Terror pulling us down. Terror calls.
Stake your claim without reverence
Each step you take, this land rejects and recoils
Take it back with reddened hands
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oakmother
03:42
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We forget there was once something shared between us
A flame we turned around and used in spite
Axe in hand, swinging recklessly
Turn your backs, on preservation
I walk these woods in search of solace
She cares not for an ephemeral heart
Tossed aside, deforested love
An old flame still longing to burn you down
I walk these woods in search of solace
She cares not for a treacherous heart
Her many limbs reach, farther than any device
Her thoughts rooted deeper, than our cabled mind
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the gardener
02:52
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Like falling leaves and rotting wood
You always seem to come back stronger
The ones whose love you needed cut you down instead
So break the ax and cultivate your heart
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6. |
mantis god
03:32
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I know deep down inside there’s nothing to hope for
Each day we set our dreams aside
To brave another nightmare
and roll the fated die
And always come up short
This world was taken away by ink and quill
Our lives repurposed
Our blood for zeros
The claws attack from every side
The mantis god approaches and lifts the veil
Save yourself, and go back to sleep
The savage beast approaches and tips the scales
Lay back down, and just close your eyes
Close your eyes and retreat in silence
Close your eyes, there is nothing left to see
It’s not what you’ve become
It’s what you’ve always been
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7. |
feathered narcotics
03:39
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There's no denying we've got the itch
Feathered narcotics have taken hold
Cooked for the masses and priced to sell
You've got the symptoms. We've got the drug
There's no denying we've got it bad
Feathered narcotics have taken hold
The sensation of disdain
A desirable decay
What is this high of constant hate
We inject toxic malice every day
World without end
I’ve seen a lot of faces
Expressionless and scared
We exist just to be consumed
We’ve shed so many tears
What is this high of constant hate
We inject toxic malice every day
World without end
There's no denying we've got the itch
Feathered narcotics have taken hold
You can make everything and still fail prosperity
A tiny class abounds while millions fall
Cooked for the masses and priced to sell
You've got the symptoms. We've got the drug
There's no denying we've got it bad
Feathered narcotics have taken hold
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QWOP
04:37
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To dissolve within loss
What is held beyond touch
A lifeless limb bent and biting
To a destined death forever lost
Submerged flame
Weeps and reshapes
The swaying lantern begs
To engulf tar soaked fields
Dissecting threads
Without end
Familiar silhouettes
In the distance
Burdened embrace held in haste
Through flooded hills of ash
Cold wind calms
Seeps in skin
Wavering stars
Bleed their last light
Sheltered in shadow
Silencing frail paths
With gentle grace
Gathered
Kindling breath
Held again
Focused
Mending visions unsung
Tethered impressions become consoling remains
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cinder
03:19
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Prepare the fire to re-ignite
Burn away the pain
Covered in ash
The past erased but never healed
Plastic trees, insulated life, curated death
Perfection
You take away the struggle so nothing evolves
Perfection
You'll save the world by doing away with death
A coward’s vow to look the other way
Rekindled flame, Its purpose vain
Perfect world preserved
Covered in ash
The past erased but never healed
I accept this fate
A wound I will not heal
Burning brightly, into a new dawn
Never mind the horrors, our pride’s creations
We’ll stare into the flames, to find our crutch
With every new beginning, old wounds deepen and rot
But we know this way is better, for who wants to toil for truth
so alls well that ends, burning at the stake
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PDX post-hardcore
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