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Into the desperate awakening.
Rusted shackles, flooded basements.
Hide the bodies, hide the bodies,
The bodies.
Bloated thespians we call sons.
Heralds at attention, the jesters begin to speak,
"Our lords, our kings: we set you free"
A whisper in the crowd,
"Beware a fire is coming,
To melt away our chains."
Woeful serfdom, sustain anarchy.
Collocate! Disperse royal disease.
Destroy bloodlines, rip the needle from the vein.
Another head for my taxidermy.
Despair among kingdoms,
Here is our plague, this insurgence.
Calloused hands hold sword,
Paint their wrists red.
A scream from the tower,
The King's head presented.
Light the flame of glory,
Burn bright our torch.
“Beware a fire is coming,
To melt away our chains.”
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There is corrosion on spotted floors.
It's gone but I can see it
On the shores of knotted roads.
I am buried in the ancient grains.
Carry me, lead me to the stone.
Unburdened in empty thrones.
We are alone,
We are alone.
Help break circles
Around the rust.
I am undone.
I can't feel anymore,
Everything is gone.
Everything is gone.
No glory. No pride.
Collect my bones, lay them flat.
I am your skeleton, I am unwrapped.
Self-awareness in being lost.
Careless abuse of my own mind.
Can you hear me?
Everything is gone.
Everything is gone.
No glory. No pride.
No glory. No pride.
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Four Cubits and a Span
03:34
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Goliath,
Separate the snake
The tail from it's remains.
Coward onto pike
His head slides beneath
The crown of blood and thorn.
Goliath,
King of the Dead.
Crush hope in your hands.
Show us the way
Tear into your skin
Resolve, madness.
Madness.
Call onto him
In desolate foundry.
Call onto him
In eternal inferno.
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Rise
Weaponize yourselves
Against the unseen,
Our world is a panopticon.
Greased and bloodied fingers
Around our necks.
Giant evil bluecoats parading our streets.
“There is corrosion in the spotted wood desk that once stood where I sit.
It’s gone but I can see it as if it were the heron in my dreams following me every night on the shores of knitted roads, only staring.
I’m into this as deep as a silo, I am buried in the ancient grains gasping for air, I am unburdened when I finally stop, I am lonliness simplified into eternal dark.”
Hang them all,
Revolt now.
Kill them all.
Ripped into the dirt they fall.
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Guaranteed asylum
In this I was sold.
Trapped, introspection
Of a body I do not hold.
"Gather your realities,
Your losses, your egos, your failures."
You won't escape this yet,
It will never end.
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"What will they think?"
Of the entrails, of the sounds.
In littered cell I will crawl.
Call in the Army of Babylon,
Blame the Adam Bomb.
When you are born
They set you on fire.
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7. |
I've Got a Gut Feeling
07:26
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Something about the way you taste
Makes me wanna clear my throat.
There's a message to your movements
That really gets my goat.
I looked for sniffy linings
But you're rotten to the core.
I've had about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more.
I got a gut feeling
Centered 'round long time ago
On your ability to torment.
Then you took your tongs of love
And stripped away my garment.
I looked for sniffy linings.
Are we not men?
We are Devo.
I got a gut fucking feeling
That you're rotten to the core
I've had about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more
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Send every god and king.
Ten thousand soldiers bodies
Buried underground.
Watch as their castles bleed
Watch their eyes fall out.
Leave them all in the ditches,
Fill the graves to the grasses
Turn the sickness into doubt
For reckoning.
Leech upon their soils, we shall keep.
When will we be freed?
When will we be freed?
Send every god and king.
Loss of control and solidarity impeached, embrace eternal discipline.
Tear away this obstruction
Piece by piece.
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All the temples we shall rule, The devils cavern we shall burn.
Impatience is our hallowed tomb.
We finalize this annihilation.
"Where to lay the waste;
Across these tattered eaves?"
Amongst these high roads
There exists deception.
Unholiness to every element of
Staged election.
I am crouched, gnawing at the crows feet.
Dusted fingernails, bury the hatchet.
Lithium nightmares, spinal infarction.
Fear the valiant, the many.
They will come in droves
To spite our world.
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How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me.
Like a book elegantly bound
But in a language that you can't read.
You gotta spend some time, love,
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love,
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart.
There are days when outside your window:
My reflection as I slowly pass.
And I long for this mirror perspective
When we'll be lovers, lovers at last.
You gotta spend some time, love,
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love,
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart.
You reject my advances and desperate pleas.
I won't let you let me down so easily
So easily.
You gotta spend some time, love,
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love
You gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart
You gotta spend some time, love
You gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time with me,
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time with me,
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time with me,
I will possess your heart.
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11. |
Out, Brief Candle
08:14
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I am a crooked masterpiece.
I stand at your feet,
gasping in awe of my crimes,
my crimes unforgiven.
This is a grinding,
This is a halt.
This is a slaughter
Of all I love.
This is a binding,
This is my fault.
This is a message
For loathing hearts.
Chariot
Chariot
There is a yearning
For the words unsaid.
There are times I tried
To be myself.
My life in glass houses
Comes to an end.
Every lie in harmony
Enters the light.
Break these
Rose red
Eye lids.
Hold your
Loose grip.
Sink your
Blade in
Our heart.
I am a crooked masterpiece.
I stand at your feet,
gasping in awe of my crimes,
my crimes unforgiven.
There is sickness in this water,
These riverbeds of drought.
There is sickness in this water,
This candle must burn out.
A chariot awaits us.
Swirls of fire in the wind,
Divide our hopeless hearts.
Find a glass worth looking in,
To progress we must endure.
An apology in
Wretched turmoil.
I want to feel again,
There are times
I feel broken.
There are times
I am unwanted.
There is bittersweet in every moment
We’re at sea.
You form in
Every stream and
Every mark along my palm.
It’s the beauty of gardens
Against glass against
Everything in azure.
I am just the knots.
A broke finale:
Spoken final words
In heaven.
All is lost
In these pages,
In this bible.
I will lose control.
I will lose control.
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12. |
Genesis of the Daffodil
07:41
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I have ripped apart my body
To show the world.
In spite, in degradation,
in calling out your name.
These faces, bleak and tender
Shedding tears and fragile.
The scent of failure
Seeps from my skin.
And when I reach the end
My pockets filled with dust
I will speak, untethered,
“These words won’t be worth
Their weight in gold.”
Corrupt in solitude
This monolith in darkness.
I am enslaved to
This statue buried at sea.
We ache for pleasures
Over discipline, over virtue
over purity, over decency.
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