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Beg
02:00
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Rather burn than the scorn of penance,
Rather burn as the deviant ash,
Rather burn though its nihilistic,
Rather burn in the embers of time
Beg me, as you crawl to me, tasting wrath as thiugh it soothes me
Patterns that breed dancing circles on the line, only to breathe as the will resumes decline, departure of what is and was defined, to save is to kill as I confide
Rather burn than the scorn of penance,
Rather burn as the deviant ash,
Rather burn though its nihilistic,
Rather burn in the embers of time
Beg me, as you crawl to me
Tasting wrath as though it soothes me
You'd rather burn.....
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Stain
01:38
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Disdain, disintegrate, separate, cut the vein (x2)
See, diluted forms of reflection stain as I see, out of body perception drained, white knuckles clenched, skin pale and grey
Disdain, disintegrate, separate, cut the vein (x2)
I see, I bleed, I scream, without a word or sound…..
Nevermore to feel this pain, as I wash away the stain….
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Bury (ME)
02:15
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Can't let be let be, delve in the rot
twisted serpentine, and it's never coming back, minutes that sink as my time's elapsed, and it's on and on and on and on forever
So this is what it's meant to be? Closed off away from the world unseen? Like an animal caged, unable to emancipate, and this is no kind of life, this is no life of mine, but that's all gone away, and this is how it is meant to be......
One with the clay, bury it deep, one with the rot, just bury me
One with the clay, bury me deep, nothing but rot, what's become of me?
And this is no kind of life....
This is no life of mine......
One with the clay, bury it deep, one with the rot, just bury me
One with the clay, bury me deep, nothing but rot, what's become of me?
And this is no kind of life…..
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Fate (In My Hands)
02:26
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Curse these nights, nothing left to see, I'm praying from the very depths this is the end of me
Cut it out, watch it bleed, I wanna see it writhe, I wanna hear the scream
Bracing me, silencing, departures of the very thoughts holding together the seams
This is the last time I'll taste the pain, nothing more nothing more will behold in me
Pray for change, taste the rain, close the eyes say goodbye, kiss the lips of fate
This is the last time I'll taste the pain, I admit farewell shouldn't taste so sweet…..
It shouldn't taste so sweet..
No more will one dwell on this, the contingent of the ever fading pools of bliss
(Drain it out/cut it out) cut by cut I'll tear and gash it from the inside out
(Beckoning reckoning) beyond the sane form of thought that used to exist
Reasons aside, open wide, how can one reason the thoughts behind these eyes?
These eyes....
My fate in my hands, bloody again
My fate in my hands, I'm sorry I couldn't bear the weight......
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Sempiternal
01:37
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Biding off a sinner's time, as the clock has struck the 9, twitching forth at a tedious pace, erasing cost and defacing grace
Blood's pouring out and not a soul around, left me here to wonder as the lights are fading out, misunderstood placement, distressed upon implication, choices severed upon the hesitation
Fairweather/colorless: as the light changes its hue, sempiternal to coalesce, marking the grave of a chosen few.......
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Pig Thick
02:27
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And I breathe in and out, for the last go round, I chewed on glass for days, and I walked round and round......
So beyond so behind me
So beyond so behind me
So beyond so behind me
So beyond so behind......
Several days down and my thoughts give way, I'm sick inside to these thoughts I crave, callous, I'll try again and again, tell me why is the skin so pig thick
Embellished circumstance, upon death's dance, a blind eye turned away, as I silently scream .....
So beyond so behind me
So beyond so behind me
So beyond so behind me
So beyond so behind......
Several days down and the thoughts give way, I'm sick inside to these thoughts I crave, callous, I'll try again and again, tell me why is the skin so pig thick
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Heave
01:55
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Inching closer and closer, toes gripping on the edge, falling faster, and count the breathe.....
Im out of my mind, lost my head again, heaving and heaving, understanding in this suffering
Falling apart, as diamonds drip crimson red again, my mouth dry from wait and yet I can't stand the taste, over and over again
Salvation stares as I start to gasp, when the cornerstone crumbles what else is left? a sense of fear trickles down the spine, numb in decline
Is this departure? Or return? So far from benign….I see you creeping closer and understand: you're crossing the bridge as I'm holding the match…
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Cleansing
02:50
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Burden the dead of your pestilence, a necessary change, or so it's said, this is a place and a room for growth, a trite shot at redemption, as the wrist runs red…..
Eyes swelled with suspicion as they stare from across the room, let the cleansing begin......
Spread your wings, oh sweet angel of mercy, spread your wings....
I find this place neurotic as narcotic...spinning round and round...so divulged and perplexing
Let me be, left to wallow in this suffering.....just let me be
Now biding time before the rot, grant me asphyxiation as the harlot stares...
Swallow harder, delving off past the brink, as the senses tense...
This is a place and a room for growth... at least that's what they said, no understanding yet to find
Spread your wings, oh sweet angel of mercy, spread your wings....
A cleansing she brings, to wash away the pain, a cleansing she brings, to strip us of our hope and faith…..
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Crimson
02:28
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Distance aside, it's all they want, to feel the burn, and carry on, side by side, on down the line, reasons aside, they grin and hide
It's murderous and devious tto drag one to their grave.......you say it's so intrusive yet smile as they grieve, gasping for breath, what is left to say? robbed of a life as one is left to bleed
One's perception dim while the other's screaming out
Not a word said, with innocence held down, such a jealous angel, such a jealous.....
I'm beside myself off in the distance, a path I'd dare never tread, and yet you smile as though I never knew, precarious it seems the bloodshed's through
Such a jealous angel........
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