1. |
[Do]n't Look
03:38
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I know what I saw
My doubts have been erased
The rumours are true and there’s no time left to wonder
I saw this coming
But I didn’t think you’d be such fucking losers
They’ve taken position
I know where we can go
Lined up on the prairies
We're only biding time before they drop the ball
Before they drop the ball
We better move fast if we want to survive
Because they’ll never fucking stop
Until they’ve taken your life
There’s no time to doddle about
I’m a sick son of a bitch
If I ever submit
This is it
I’m going in and I’m not stopping now
We are not your property
Live with uncertainty
So push up all of your strength
The men are marching to the bay
Show them what you hate
And if this is how it ends
I’ll be here to take them with me
I don’t expect you to see the same
But I can’t stand another day in this open air prison
When this is over we will dance on their graves
But for now don’t look away
It’s fucking time to be brave
A fragile hole in the centre of their hearts
Made by irrational fear
No justice
No peace
A sickness that must be wiped out
If you’re dragging me down
Then I’m taking you with me
If you’re gonna take me out
I’m gonna drag you down to hell
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2. |
Death Diva
04:42
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I, a fallen figure
Irreplaceable
Wrought a psychopathic champion
Me, a beauty standard
I’ve seen the light
And I know you haven’t
Follow before you’re educated
So naive
Manipulated
An adversary
A fucking running wheel of misfortune to destroy
It’s so easy
You’re all bark but you can’t bite
Teeth to the pavement
All beings
We rot and fall into nothing
So seething
Among the rest of the damned
All beings
Is it us or them
We've been deemed unworthy of truth
Inexplicable
Disinfected truths bottle fed to the masses
You are far too gone
So naive in thinking that you’ll be the best
Incapacitate
Overconfident
You’re not able to breathe
Your brainwashed little minds are no match for me
I will not rest until the end
Death diva
Now you’re fucking finished
It’s time to rot
Enveloped in the fire
Wrought with malice
Keep believing
So deceiving
Feeling hopeless and in danger
Retch at the violence we’ve created
You’ll follow me
Silence is the only way
Keep on fighting and fighting
Without an ounce of a clue
Guess what
You’re next in the fucking queue
Follow
Your path’s been predetermined
Suffer
Dig ‘em a fucking grave
Silent breed
Inexplicable
Disinfected truths bottle fed to the masses
You are far too gone
So naive in thinking that you’ll be the best
Incapacitate
Overconfident
You’re not able to breathe
Your brainwashed little minds are no match for me
I will not rest until the end
I will not rest until the end
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3. |
Progenial Martyrdom
03:35
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My subconscious state of being
Fused with the horrors of which my eyes perceive
When does tomorrow begin
When the hurt of yesterday has yet to leave
The smallest likelihood of seeing tomorrow
The desecration of all those who flee
A violent detrimental time for our species
We cannot run
Walls are black
Sanctuary of sleep hasn’t found its way
Obfuscated state of mind
This nightmare
Not confined to night
My brothers and my sisters painfully stripped of their essence
Their bones become shrouded in smoke
Making martyrs of the young
As the ash coats my lungs
Over my shoulder
They rain from above
Love will prevail
But no love will ever undo this hell
But no love will ever undo this hell
Level the lands
Carpet bomb the sands
No one gets out
Blood will soak all hands
Progeny be damned
Bloodline complete
Killing the weak
Cull the meek
There is no saviour on the path you seek
Indiscriminate
Hate
You’re far too late
You’d better pray they open the gates
As I kiss the seal on your fate
Well, you know
The victor writes the story
The victor writes the story
Tomorrow’s youth will celebrate
If a bomb drops in a forest
Does it make a sound
A sound only the dead will know
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4. |
Ladder of the Former
03:19
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Rung over rung
Some flayed
Some hung
Rung over rung
Let the stench flood your lungs
Let the stench flood your lungs
A ladder of the former
Organic lattice of horror
A ladder of the former
Putrid tree of dead fucking whores
A ladder of interlaced web of rotting corpse
A ladder of the former
You might ask what I did this for
You’ll see why this hate, it burns within me
You’ll know when you’ve seen what I’ve seen
Is it the latter or the former
Gore or a work of art
A use for their still beating heart
A display of perverse divinity
A painting of a plague ridden society
Society
Every victim a perpetrator
And each body a choice
You’ll learn when not to speak
When I’ve ripped your throat of its voice
Far from being painless
I'm drowning in my anguish
Feel what God intended
For he was far too demented
Become what you have hated
Until your need is sated
See what I created
See what I see
Maggot
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5. |
Your Celestial Drift
03:40
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Love is a contract
To love is to die
To wonder why
Devotion to the bodies floating in the sky
To mourn is to thrive
To realize that each and every day is the reason why
Inevitable grief
Secondary reprieve
Writhing
Isolation defeats
Conversation succeeds
And I now see that you were the best of me
Memories reconcile the act of letting go
Agitated
Growing jaded
Becoming everything I once fucking hated
Now we dwell in the grief
The deepest reaches of the caverns of me
In these chasms I bereave
We knew that one of us had to leave
To love is to die
To wonder why
Devotion to the bodies floating in the sky
One of us had to leave
One of us had to leave
Agitated
Growing jaded
Becoming what I once fucking hated
Memories unfaded
Love is a contract
One of us had to leave
Selfishness hoped it was me
This is the price we pay for learning how to love
We know that one day one must depart
But each tear reminds us it was always worth it
Worth it to feel your beating heart
Worth it to see you grow into someone
Worth it to see you though you’re gone
I know I’ll see you in the stars
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6. |
The Kirkland Signature
03:15
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No witnesses
No fucking closure
I found the cure for your disorder
A dose between the ribs
And a shot between the eyes
A body your family won’t recognize
I’ll take this saw to your teeth
And grind them into dust
The air reeks of iron
Your throat curdles with blood
The records won’t match
Cause there’s no teeth left to find
You’re in their veins as I snort your bones in lines
You have done what you cannot atone
But you could start by carving your wrist from bone
The tolerance paradox on full display
Violence begets even and you’ll have no say
There can only be true peace when you snuff out the hate
But I won’t stop there
Decimate
I want you to feel what it’s like to be burned alive
You’d have killed yourself if you knew
Surgical precision to keep you alive
See how it changes your whole point of view
Laceration penetration
Involuntary blood donation
Mutilation mastication
Total fucking domination
The tolerance paradox on full display
Violence begets even and you’ll have no say
There can only be true peace when we've snuffed out the hate
No witnesses
No closure
No place for fascists in a world of order
A flame to your prints
A blade down the thighs
A body no God could recognize
No witnesses
No closure
Unholy act of righteous murder
Only once you’ve felt it all
Eat shit and die
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7. |
Bear Bell
04:25
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A decade of experience once placed upon my shoulders
Unsure I’d make it to understand once I was older
Terrified to seek a day end’s weary rest
With the incessant urge to carve a fucking hole in my chest
Bear bell
Night dwells
Somnambulate as the mind swells
Bear bell
Death knells
Why would God bind a child to hell
In the corner of the room
A lamp in the shape of a noose
Hallucination
Mind’s invention
Which body forms the truth
A war of attrition with suicidal visions
When will it conclude
It lurks in the iris
My own divine abuse
My own divine abuse
An inch west of the sternum
The hunting knife finds its home
The rope slips around my collar
And the chair finds the floor
Quick
Painless
Fleeting
Aimless
A knock sounds at the door
Sick
Tainted
Fleeing
Nameless
Fists beckoning for more
He enters the room of his son
His soul is to make no return
Where do you turn when all love comes undone
When your kin lays in an urn
No
There must be something else
There must be something else
In the corner of the room
A path on which to choose
Hallucination
Mind’s invention
I’ve got nothing left to lose
A war of attrition with suicidal visions
I will see it through
I will see it through
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