1. |
Slaves To Mourning
08:20
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Strapped to the steel rung of the machine
doped and fed into the grind
It is over
it never fucking was
Clock circles forward and you awake trapped
This is your life and it is gone
Over and over you are less until they have taken everything
Tied down and forced to ingest the will and wants of everyone
Nutrition slips through your fingers until you join
its a choice
fail in
or starve
Feel yourself slip
Into what you hate
Building nothing
Its always too late
Untill another day
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2. |
Still Falling Rain
05:34
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Pair of disfigured wings
path and the chaos it brings
dead sheep’s eyes, a glassy death
destruction lay at your breath
Paranoia , as the piss is born
Decay, rises with the dawn
Still, the future calls
Rain, forever it falls
Dead flowers wilt amongst rubble
awakened class, part of struggle
a population, shells empty
they lean right never sent free
Paranoia, as the piss is born
Decay, rises with the dawn.
Still, the future calls
Rain, forever it falls
manic stick, Undercunt,
premonition, bastard runt
concrete, peels away
uncovering, new day
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3. |
The Pilgrim
06:58
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Colour snakes sew my eyes shut
inhaling the thick plastic fog
spectrum of lights strips my body
and reality fades away
riding, down a silk road
tripping, i have found hope
fact has been torn asunder
awake I find myself a realm
above me holy thunder
an existence with us at the helm
distant figure tilts her head
healing, reaching, for my limbs
sink lower into the ground
clutching vibrations that give me wings
charred eyes and crystal fire
black glass a perfect smoking sand
one breath will get you higher
an ultimate preview to the end
Nod out across all planes
throw this oppressive life away
nothing the body gains
smoke towards another day
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4. |
Burn The Water
07:31
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Neon Smoke, bar stools, splintered legs
Lost women, the last remaining dregs
Sweet cold liquid destroys the brain,
The bell rings but we all remain,
Old man cast upon the pyre
Scarred and fucked, with a burning desire
Taught the uselessness of word
Cast out into the absurd
The storm from behind leaves the roads dry
He's miles under telling us not to try
Hung with no job when will we learn
This Lifes not for us in water we burn
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