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Thrown from the safety of home,
Excommunicated from the hive,
Our world is collapsing,
And everything we know is caving in on itself.
We're living on the edge,
The light is seeping through the cracks in the walls.
The new sun is blinding.
We've awoken on the edge,
The light is blinding.
The walls have grown apart.
Releasing the swarm.
We're living on the edge,
The light is seeping through the cracks in the walls.
The new sun is blinding.
Our world has become a cold, dead place.
Rip them apart, watch the skin fall off of their bones.
Leave it all behind, condemn it and burn it down.
Cast the final stone and match,
Before the final plan of attack.
Bury it, leave no trace.
Through these vibrations,
They've dug their own graves.
There's no way out of here.
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Got this quiet disadvantage.
What I can’t see,
When eyes won’t sleep,
Where and why I hide to dream.
Am I now the violence that must be this tired and cold existence?
The treaties for trepidation, tied to the meager struggle of one’s conscience.
(Dismiss, easily, you stayed when I came home.)
(You appeared so quickly, comfort in the cold.)
Dismiss, easily, you stayed when I came home.
you appeared so quickly, comfort in the cold.
Brazen, I know.
Unsheltered, I’ll go.
(Let me be the final breath you breathe.)
Let me be the final breath you breathe.
(Let me be the burden you lived.)
Let me be the burden you lived.
Captured that old sick feeling,
Contoured my stale breathing.
Goddess, quiet, disadvantage.
Who ignores the wreckage,
Becomes the forrest,
Now seek refuge in the trees.
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Closet Witch - Brother
02:22
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Coarse - In Peril
01:41
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Nothing to say - blahbittybah
watch out for those who knows whats coming now
syllabals expressing nonsense
what was it exactly i was
writing about?
I have no clue
but on paper
you might be inclined to try to make sense of this
I'm filling up space i'm just trying to get through it
ending of this line is now!
Words fall right into place for writers block
forces us to sweat
write it all down
meeting deadlines
nothing working
so just write, write about that yeah!
Form the perfect allegory from the words that spill out of your mouth (2x)
"you and I will bring meaning to this phrase"
look into my eyes and see I am not afraid
formless objects melt away deep inside my brain
relate to what you can and take meaning from this space
I just hope you walk away and consider what you take
within all our bodies lies the tools
creative outlets are a way for you
express the feelings stored up deep inside
through these sonic walls kept in time
I press on
this is the last line in the song the last line ever.
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Die Abete - Icaro
01:46
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FAUS - Jiggle Physics
05:47
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we've soaked language in liquid
lusted after the plot lines we stole
we let the moment slip with reprieve to place hands upon its lung
pray the water stills the throat
shame me with a bitter fuck
i need it, i need it, can I hear it in a drunk and stagnant tune?
i'm a little insurgent
and not yet covered in shit
no not a sound I make could sing along with it
man in charge is serpent
to hear the under-enlightened
apologize for its flesh
all the ancient blood has been tampered with
the future will never come at this rate
-associates of iniquity
i attest
this secular address
neither opulent nor sumptuous
we garner in reverence
to the broken, busted, abused and untrusted
blasé in our brilliance
they heard us scream:
we rot in unmarked graves
you’ll scratch deadbeat on mine-
she
muttered, emptiness is the mother of all things
you could hear their roar
through fragile teeth
a spark will grow of stale breath without retreat
i tricked them out of panic
so they weren't scared to die
we are worthless out of time
give them voices to be carried by
march with us home
this is not the only way
peel back the scab you call your city
devour your shit list
cut the strand of fucking nerves
live underneath the mortar
we haven't tousled fate without reveling in unrest
we are the bottom of the pyramid
aye
was it clean?
did it flicker soul or shackle bone?
was it everything you're meant to see?
then why
not bare mettle?
fan the flames of rife
this could’ve been the greatest fucking anthem of your life
but the sick sick clamor in you dies
to preserve nothing
oh
when it sparked it clung to the world
to breathe
since it seems that every heart that beats for freedom requires nothing but a slug of lead
i demand my share
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Entropy
Rose from the death of me
A procreation of foul indescreet radiant mass
Plastered with confidence, groundless
What a fucking waste of skin and waste of breath
Abate to contradict yourself
The blight of living inherent
Extinction should expedite itself
Open all the exits
Cauterize the exit wounds
Lacerating tissue
Cauterize the exit wounds
Foul indescreet mass
Trapped in the cogs of redemptions wheel
Internal conflict as the organs abstrict
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Infall - Chamber
02:11
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Invalids - Idle Promise
05:12
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Pulse soared in free form
An effort to try more
Careful on calm shores
A still hand, a stale core
I walked inside, turned the key clockwise
I didn’t want you to get caught in this
So sent digressions instead
I guess it’s just the way
Everyone else was made
I hoped this time I’d stay
We can’t just build new roads
Across these empty plots of land that we don’t own
We’ll just have to rely
A little longer on our current failing infrastructure
Oceans look no deeper
Unless their buoyancy’s tested
You said it’s time to get up
The light already shown
It’s getting harder to make
Whatever I could just postpone
Til tomorrow
There was an answer I just don’t
Remember now
You used to wake up at night
You sat next to the door
You used to wonder how we could relive
All the dreams explored
The night before
You used to slow at the corners
We used to want to grow
Now we’re better off, right?
Once in a while I find myself floating
If you just stay still you won’t notice
The current pulling
Drift an undulant form
Further than seagulls will go
Left the phone beside the bed
I left the key on the desk
Whatever else I may have left
I can come and take the rest
Slow the current goes
Don’t wait up til I get home
Tow and tethered flow
I’ll be right outside the door
Don’t forget your classes start
Don’t forget to study hard
Hope you do your best, I do
Sorry I can’t be there
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Im gone, as far as i can see
Im gone and no one can save me
Im gone as far as I can see
Blame me? I'm fucking waning.
Fuck
Cut it off, five fucking eyes cant see
Im gone and no one could blame me
My cross is my apostasy
Im gone and God couldn't save me
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Happiness-one color in a broad spectrum
Nothing but a fleeting lie
Time and life will be erased
Going day by day
Reaching for a solution
To a natural process - misery
They're reaching for an island
But it's floating many years
Above the sea they swim
Float above them
Accept misery
Good cats and good dogs
Don't have to get along
To live in a good home
Why dont they tell them that?
Why don't they spend their time another way?
Why don't they understand?
Why?
Why dont I tell them that?
Why don't I spend my time another way?
Why don't I understand?
Why?
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Oddism - Aegroto
02:48
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Everything is fucking written
You all walk, las, heavy steps
You all walk, without even believing in your path/way
This fucking life, ignorance swallowed for good
She will fall into this gaping hole that you dug
Without even filling it
Get out of these paved roads
With the skulls of the ignorants who built them
They crack under your feet
There will never carry you
This soporific fall sounds/ rings like this cycle which surrounds you
Stop praying authority.
Free your mind
Blind monk coated in gold.
Singing mercy, one more cross showing at the void
Look! Don’t you see?
This stick that you reach out to get beaten
Call labor, work.
It’s on the stick of the devil that you are leaning on.
You would kill for her
Like you were taught to do.
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PinioL - Pogne
07:15
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Potion - Dry Season
06:01
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Hoping to delay every exchange
Altering state or staying the same
Transform and reshape, in the midst of all this
Not yet finished, so much will to fight it
A misprediction, these differences don't sit well
Somewhere between what is next and what has been
Ease of recollecting
Never to project it
Harboured and held to
We stretch to fit
Are taught to drift
The succession of the inevitable
When it tears, when it ruptures, prepare
It's fleeting and transient and all that is definite
It becomes clear to us only in retrospect
Idly engage, in rooms left to wait
Lapses forgotten, here to remain
Tempted by fate
Outshine the grey, get carried away
Aimlessly searching , forever stray
Unfolding
As it should
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STORM{O} - Meteorite
01:58
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METEORITE
In my hands I've found yours, warm.
Only the bodies of those who used to hold you close have stayed to satiate the jaws of our shattered perspectives.
I will chew your flesh, leaving mine to you.
We will delude ourselves we are going to last forever.
And in the ecstasy of omnipotence we will dig each other's limbs.
Every morning I open my eyes and I look for you.
Unable to watch myself getting older.
Fed with the order that oppresses your steps.
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original lyrics:
METEORITE
Tra le mani, mi ritrovo, calde, le tue.
Solo i corpi di chi ti stringeva al suo fianco sono rimasti a saziare le fauci delle nostre prospettive in frantumi.
Masticherò la tua carne, lasciandoti la mia,
ci illuderemo di durare in eterno
e nell'estasi dell'onnipotenza scaveremo l'uno tra le membra dell'altro.
Ogni mattina apro gli occhi e ti cerco, incapace di guardarti invecchiare, mi sfamo dell'ordine che opprime i tuoi passi.
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Sunflo'er - No Hell
00:57
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A high contrast photograph of a stallion putting itself down is taken every day. There’s no hell for bad people. No hell. I don’t care anymore about murderers, I don’t want to kill them back. There’s no hell for bad people.
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