1. |
Apocalypse Teeth
02:13
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Horsemen are booted and saddled
Dogs of doom are howling more
Time again proves relentless
As the hourglass heeds the call
Numbers illuminated
In flagrant graphic depiction
Out of sequence and out of time
Circle the drain as you leave your mind
With aimless precision
Drag the knife to score
And ride it down into the deepest blue
Infect the water with dissent
Bury me at sea
I’d sooner fill my lungs and drown in peace
[I wanna be sedated]
The horsemen are riding with fury
White, red and black, judgement in hand
Time again proves relentless
The pale horse brings famine and plague
Numbers illuminated
In dire panicked affliction
Out of sequence and out of time
Call forth the dread as you forfeit your mind
Clothe me in black and cuff me to this gilded cage
I’ll watch the sun go down through the cracks
Of this prison cell
And you can count your blessings
While I carve this beating heart
Straight out of my rib cage
And on to the cold gray floor
I’ll cover it in fragments of bone
From my fucking skull
Picture me like this
Picture me like this
Spitting shards of glass through broken teeth
Picture me like this
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2. |
Conditional Crucifixion
02:11
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I am my father’s son
So let the exorcism begin
Board the windows
And seal the cracks
Where any light might shine in
Extol his holiness
And bathe me in sin
Rid me of all that bears your name
Shedding skin
I’ll carve an X on my fucking head
And pound the nails in your wrists
With my own bare hands
Pry open eyes that have failed to see
Lo I hear them sing
The son of god is a fucking thief
Stolen consciousness
For hollow rhetoric
The self imprisonment
Of a love you never could give
All we ever wanted
Overshadowed by a work of fiction
All we ever wanted
Was love without condition
If I am my father’s son
Bitter is the fruit that falls far from the tree
Left to rot in sun and soil
Begging I scream
That you might hear
An ounce of truth not tied to some creed
I’m on my knees, no sword
No lord and no savior
Can’t you fucking see?
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3. |
Still Potential
01:35
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Crawling beneath the skin
Teeming with apathy
The slowing of the bloodstream
Writhing from within
Let it penetrate me
Through each and every vein
Like a slow acting poison
Usher in the pain
Pain
Dry my mouth and still my tongue
Dry my mouth and still my tongue
Compartmentalize each thought
Into columns and rows
Of straight fucking lines
I know all too well
Rather lie and wait
In this hell I've razed
Succumb to weakening limbs
I clench my fucking teeth
I'd rather die on my feet
But I'm on my fucking knees
I want to feel it sink
I want it empty and hollow
Even with the antidote
Perfectly in reach
Dry my mouth and still my tongue
Straight fucking lines
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4. |
Bloodwork
02:35
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So if I suffer through the madness
And keep myself from slipping under
If I learn to best the sadness
Is it really enough?
Could the rush feed on blood of the dead?
Like tire tracks in dirt
Or the snake that sheds its skin
Calm before the storm
Or dare I say dust in the fucking wind
Mistakes repeated like patterns in pavement
On shifting landscapes, fleeting motivation
I am the thorn that draws blood from your vein
(Blood from your vein)
I am the altered reflection
(Reflection)
I am the father and son of sin
I always scream like I’m dying
So if I suffer through the madness
And gravitate to the pull
Can I claw my way through blackness
And pull myself out of this void
Never quite knew
What it was you were trying to say
All those words and turns of phrase
Buried in texture
Now lying uncovered, alone and exposed
A testament to our living will to come undone
And now I finally see the thread
Woven through these tired songs of salvation and apathy
Wear your crown of woe and sorrow
Let the rush feed on blood
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5. |
A Headless Mantra
02:02
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[Into the night without sound
Without sight
Voiceless, it rides
Coordinates of a conscious mind]
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6. |
Stranger Still
01:58
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Hypnotized by the flow
While basking in that glow
Only aware of what we are not
Oblivious of the current lot
Expressionless clones
Proximity unknown
Surroundings ill told
Ripped wide open raw materials exposed
Are we still basking in that glow?
Deny the fire despite the smoke
Reject the answers to questions
Immune to power of suggestion
Thou must keep it together
While it perpetually falls apart
Cracks in the skin of Sisyphus hands
Give way to a lifetime of dead ends
Comfort me with color and sound
In moving pictures, to the floor we are bound
Feed me lies and distraction
Then on the beach
With gun in hand
Kiss it goodbye
All these false empires built on
Built on sand
If you should open your eyes
To meet the glare of the sun
Empires built on sand
Take its life and fire blind
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7. |
Mortar & Pestle
01:41
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On the promise of elimination
I give unto you
Perfectly packaged and processed
Undeniably true
Cup your hands to receive
Sweet prophetic relief
Taste your god, swallow with spit
The ritual is stronger than reason
Allow yourself to believe
Wouldn’t you wanna know?
I want you to take it
I want you to taste it
Now form those lines of divine intervention
I want you to take it
Fear
Taste the fear
Taste the lies
Swallow it down for Jesus Christ
Little blue pills
Laced with rejection
Grind em down
Blinding obsession
Love lost in the wake
Of the lives you’ve left behind
Swallow your lord and savior
Swallow those magic pills
Love lost in the wake
Of the lives you’ve left behind
But I won’t swallow
No I won’t swallow
I’d rather choke on the bit
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8. |
A Capacity for Denial
02:30
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No synthesis of words could bring to light
That which lives in plain darkness
And in that one still second before the very thought implodes
Imagine your lowest common form
Feel the swift rush of air as the blade drops
And let the bloodstains spell it out
Beneath the rust that corrodes
Pathogens born and exposed
A spore that spawns a culture of malignant minds
Lines of hate prey on dividing lines
Malleable, predisposed
Malleable, predisposed
A ritual performed in white light
Always thrusting with best leg of three
Amenable, amenable
On the notion these cages are built to last
Unaccountable, count of all
Heads are down no questions asked
Unaccountable, take the fall
A routine beheading by ceremonial sword
These cages won’t last forever
On the count of all
Watch carefully as it flows
From the mouths of power like water
To be ingested and absorbed
With the resonance of a common chord
Carnivore, carnivore
Carrion will rot between bars of cages
While their teeth sink into power
Stolen lives for rising statistics
Behind the mask closed eyes won’t see
Rebranded slavery
Subliminal marketing
Eradicated autopsies
Inundation of mind
Accumulation of bodies
Behind the cloak the dagger cuts
Through the facade of the American spirit
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9. |
Worship II
02:30
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As the salt stains take shape
Tearing away, silt permeates every pore
Weather these bones
Accept this sacrifice
It’s eating away
Deteriorate, extinguish this mortal soul
In my time of dying
I offer no exaltation
To the old gods or the new
I’ve taken no cross
Forgone blood of the chalice
Carve this heart out of my chest
Hollow these eyes
Until there’s nothing fucking left
I’ll spit in the face (spit in the face)
And deny his holy name
Sins of the father
Sins of the highest order
(Bleed) bleeding away
Extinguish this mortal soul
In my time of dying
I worship only in the dirt, dust and soil
Bear your cross
Bearer of crosses, I sing to thee
I will submit to powers greater than I
Still I reject your fucking ghost in the sky
Open the earth and swallow me whole
To the mother, my one true savior
I give my blackened soul
From sea to summit
Of sun and stone
Worship at the altar of ash and bone
I worship at her feet
Ash and bone
I worship ash and bone
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10. |
Hour Lines
02:54
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Crush my soul
Pour the salt in the wound
There is nothing
Nothing
Nothing that I could’ve said
Nothing to prove
Take my soul, take it all
Give myself to the sun in the sky
To the sun, to the sun
Lift the dread from the back
Of my faltering mind
Lift it high
In the frame of the all seeing eye
We are one, we are nothing
To the sun in the darkest of skies
I am yours
Crushing, crushing, crushing
Crushing our souls into dust
We are nothing
Nothing
Nothing at all if not dust
We are nothing
Take these souls, take em all
Cast in our shadows we see
The fractal forms we inhabit
Spread out like grains of salt in the sea
Raise me up to the sun
Expose my arrogant flesh
Beyond magnetic fields
Controls are set for the heart of the sun
Ride on solar flares
Weigh the life of one man
If Icarus took it back
I’d still aim straight for the heart of the sun
Give myself to the sun in the sky
To the sun, to the sun
Lift the dread from the back
Of my faltering mind
Lift it high, lift it high
In the frame of the all seeing eye
We are one, we are nothing
To the sun in the darkest of skies
I am yours
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11. |
Starvation Economics
03:10
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In a manner of speaking, I already spoke
And when it comes to keeping, I - I fucking choke
Oh I can tell by the way your eyes they hide
You don’t wanna know
And I can tell by the way I scratch my skin
Beneath hooded cloak
I am full of shit
Oh when I can’t find what it is I think I need
Come crawling back on busted knees
And I know the calling as well as the answer
I’ve bested multiple deaths on the other side of the lid
Still human, less or more than
I’ve obeyed these geometric formalities time and again
Still discontent, still fucking sick
Ride between those lines
And thread that fucking needle
Both hands on the goddamn wheel
Break that hellish fever
Or justify your fucking lies again
You’d suffer fools, you’d suffer hell
You’d suffer anything other than self
In the sound of the praise of the choir
You fucking float
For competition has taught me well
Don’t even bother to nourish the self
Oh have I found what I needed?
Walk this path undying fiend
Unsheath your sword
Shave it clean
Nothing short of an autopsy
Could reveal this malady
A shitty box for you to keep
Keep convinced, keep it lean
Feast on flesh, enslave the rest
And still we can’t get enough
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