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Future Sorrows
05:24
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Future (Sorrows)
Containment of soul - alive in the hate dimension
Suffering to obtain higher levels of freedom
Containment of senses - a vibrational delusion
The portraits so scary makes us all look like fools
Shock behaviour - mysterious inter-dimensions
An experiment in black abstract - reality just a lab
Its verging on the mystical - but cycles nearly finished
Maps with no end - the sheeple lost as ever
And everybody was witness - Weeping and hurting
Containment of soul - Hate dimension
Recipe for a conflict - Secretly in despair
Sink so deep - Now their in the firing line
Its what they least expected
Things for them are turning sceptic
Cause I found another race who want to help me
Now Green blood contaminates the sea.
Alien adoption - generation fed cyanide
Now their weeping and hurting
Terror trick unleashed
Transition into full infection
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2. |
Remus
03:03
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Remus
(Remember the black grail motto of infinite greed)
When you save all your sorrows
And hopeless tomorrows
When you beg, steal and borrow
From the remains of the day
When stories of suffering just make your heart bleed
You concede with relief like the thief in the night
In the sight of his den, where he can then
Hide from the heat, to retreat from the view.
More true than the red, white and blue, of factory farms
That do harm to purge, all the rotten, misgotten
ideas of divine, when you were all mine
Link all the chains and bloody remains
of your mistakes and the pain that creates
In the lost...
I deny, nothings permitted
and everything is true
In the lost and the loveless
and the wild and the wreckless
In the doomed and despondent
Your correspondent will tell blues
It passes for news in lost towns
On the end of a bad karma trip
Just facing death death
with a hunch and a sigh
And a glint in their eye
that says I know why
(And the need to believe in some infinite creed)
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3. |
Shallow Grave
03:26
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Shallow Grave
We're the hard hearted bastards
who dig shallow graves
Too lazy to dig a 6 foot narrow
We buried you shallow
It was too crazy
Too fucked, too sick
We buried you quick
We were too fired
Too gone - to fucking wired
We are cowards not brave
We dig shallow graves
We buried you warm
Naked like your born
Eyes open - eyes wide
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4. |
Constantine
02:41
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Constantine
Ripped mind, torn heart of the whatever generation
Rack born since the foetal separation
Rack born since... widow of the damned
Ripped and torn - Another mind block
Endless agitation - Constantine.
Tripping down the path, falling....
Barking in the back yard, barking for a slave
Thinking of the coldness of another paupers grave
Tripping...
Psychopaths a common place
for killing time - getting on the case
staying with the pack staying with the pace
Falling from grace - ripping off the smiles
from another losers face
Yellow coward - purple brave.
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5. |
Pickling Jar
03:47
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Pickling Jar
Some how I knew you would end up in my pickling jar
Since I saw you last summer
from the window of my car
I have watched - I have waited
Built a jar - anticipated
Take your soul away
Death walked - Took you home
Set you free - In my pickling jar
Picked you up from where you had fallen
Just like a shooting star
Set you free....
Death walked on your shadow
and I was there to witness the dark angel do his business
And take your soul away
Took you home - Set you free
In my pickling jar
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6. |
Hollow
03:49
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Hollow
Diffuse the bomb - save me
Links in your drams to the past and before
But the edges are castrated so your not quite sure
Signal like a system - memory like a misprint
Calling all the bluffs - when you couldn't take the hint
Disdain - tearing you apart
Disdain - tearing you apart
Sister of the hollow heart
Diffuse the bomb - save me
Locks on the door, hope on the floor
Bowing down to the hard line you adore
Simple like a shadow, motive like a mistake
Distrust this path - Follow me...
Many grapes of wrath hanging on the vine
Life on the line, running out of time
Poison like an arrow, passive like a pill
Running like a bed sore just to stand still
Memory like a misprint.
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7. |
Seedy
03:37
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Seedy
Barely Eighteen - Barely began
your life of grime and repetition
Barely learnt the phrases
you'll repeat for titillation
To the lads in the pub
Barely twenty one-barley bloomed
Before your bust and broken
Barely learnt the words you've spoken
To the man in the bed while your ..
Barely thirty - barely grown
your offspring ready to demand
to cut up what's left of you as planned
when they were born, just like a thorn.
Barely 50 - barely lived
Now death knows your name
My mate, my kids, my job, my life
My blame - antidepressant uncle blue
Barely sixty - barely alive
Near the end of a life of pain
Nothing left to lose again
but nothing left for you to gain
Again and Again and Again.
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8. |
Death Race
03:23
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Deathrace
Life's got too much
Have dangerous bloody recollections
Divided- sectioned - therapy - dissolution
Cut aside - hybrid cyanide
Joyless warped dimension
Felt the Devil's own touch
Forcefully rearranged
Facing total doom now
In a box full of the deranged
Abort - collapse - deaf - fear
Overthrown- testament to sadness
Obsolete souls say goodbye
Death race - a game about killing
Decapitated relics of shows gone by
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9. |
Dream of Onix
04:12
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Dream of Oinix
When you lay down on that dark grey slab
Did you know it would be so long
Before you saw the sun
When you fell down from stab after stab
Desert Demons of the River Nile
Enslaved a people soiled a race
Demons - I will fight you
Now show your face - I will fight you
Your sacredness I will defile
I will end your evil life
I will destroy you
I will end your evil life
I will destroy your every shrine
They tricked you as they tricked the others
Dying as you knew what murder they had done
You became slaves, they became kings
And the wind in the dunes full of misery, sings
Yet somewhere you end up the focus
of the resurrection prayers and signs
They speak them free these words
of arcane design - I live - I live
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10. |
Octupi
03:30
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Octupi
In the minds eye
Falsehoods and goodbyes
Pile it on
Pile it on high
How many faces do you occupy
How many fingers in how many pies
How are you beholden - How are you beholden
Octupi - lies - Octupi
How many lies have you written
How many growths have stunted
When nothing ever matters
How many dreams do you shatter
With your deceit on a platter
Fat pig getting fatter
Future in a testube
mother for a motherboard
father for a fucking hoard
Pile it on - Pile it on high
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11. |
MAEL
03:27
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Mael
Sitting on a pile of yesterdays news
Telling stories, sharing views
I hear I'm being capped
For dissing down some crew
I get out of there like I'm on fire
Just to live another day is my requirement
Running out of time
Running out of time...
Get my cash - get to my safehouse
Fears all over me like a rash
And I'm running into heat
Life round here is 10 a dime
I head for the hills in an out of town way
The grass is greener some men say
I crash in the forest- middle of the night
With fear in the dark, and moon for light
I awoke thought I'd have some fun
It involved vengeance and me and their gun
See you in hell brother
See you in hell brother
See you in hell
Die - brother
Sitting on a pile of yesterdays news
Telling stories, sharing views
After a while they went cold in the eye
Cold - cold
See you in hell brother
See you in hell...
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12. |
Hunted
02:58
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Hunted
Enter when you cannot care
The Church of the twisted knife
Misfed - mislead
Mistaken for a child
Blamed and chained
Still earthly wild
Enter when you cannot dare
The Church of the buckled life
I put a hole in each ones head
as they were sitting on the chairs
Nevermind - I bet it fucking hurt
as blood and brain ruined their t-shirt
So I took the plunge - feels good now
Dead in the parish of the damned
I sprayed the inside red with their brains
even if it made me a hunted man.
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