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Saint Catherine
00:43
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Total Fucking Ignorance
02:48
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When the air that you are breathing
becomes the air that you choke on
in your government issued casket
all hope of civility will find itself eating the barrel of a gun
it leaves a stain, bleach injections can’t wash away
you are a stain, disposable thrown away
I’m so tired quietly whispering about the secrets that I fear not to keep
not alone, the plot is sickening just like the sludge from the rivers up stream
good god damn the dam will break
you just sit and fucking wait
misinformed about the truth
shining knobs and licking boots
let this be the final judgment
resources are limited distributed by uniforms
herding human traffic feeling guilty for the children born
you are so indifferent, I’m a not a pessimist
I’m merely describing what I see to improve a chance of survival
When the darkness falls
You’ll see how small you really are
in the scheme of things
how much more shit can we take?
you just sit and fucking wait
advertisements on the news
selling what they take from you
let the feast begin
final eclipse
a resignation from your predestination
can be found in my cold stigmatic hands
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3. |
Bring Forth The Omen
02:14
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with this blade, end this life
I will
display a state of being that somebody will have to
die for
bring me the future, bring me
nothing
the baby isn’t breathing, ending a bloodline.
But I was born with a will to persist in an endeavor that is only enjoyed by sick, i insist
think about the present, and think about what soon will become the past
the prodigy is breathing
end this life
eyes of the statue bleeding
end this life
and now the buzzards feeding
end this life
somebody please end this fucking life.
end in seconds,
the torture for hours and minutes
unprecedented years
cowering in fear at the thought of the presence of death that takes sweet time
end this life
end it
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Perishing Parish
02:34
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whispers of the ancients echo through the halls of godly merchants
I will not rest until the cross has fallen upon those who worship
with every grace, spit in your face
every trace will be erased
the day of rest is now your day of reckoning
black clouds
billowing from the perishing parish
will their ashes remain faithful?
let my judgment rain down upon them
its a trial by fire
desecrating monuments of the new dark ages
all hail torment as i stand with arms raised at the altar
burn mother fucker burn
so i wield the crosier now, make an example of the priest
i prayed for a rosary made of his teeth
a locust of plagues laying eggs in the sacrament
6-6-6 hail mary
hell illuminates the house of god
an inferno, nothing remains
i have no tithes to offer. I bring falling steeples
dancing flames
as the smell of burning flesh moves me
to light a cigarette off of the blaze
your christ has fallen, no heaven, no second coming
a scorched earth policy
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Facial Recognition
01:54
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Pray for the coming days of burden
You’ve spread your legs wide open
just begging to get fisted by the sacred hand that feeds
fashion over function
filling me with disgust
all social infrastructure built on painted rust
you’ve plugged in
I’ve tuned out
worthless motel art
I have perceived and therefore suffered
I have abandoned my hope,
I’m only practicing the misanthropy
my only hope is a grave
an endless longing for a
flood, plague, earth quake, volcanic eruption
Watch your faces all blend in together.
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7. |
Pyramid Scheme
02:21
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ingest incest, for god lives in your pocket
you fed your diamonds and pearls to the pigs
the smile you’re faking, the structure shaking
your breeding rights are not inconsequential
you’re buying in so you can sell out
the shares you’re holding
will end up owning you
This wasn’t built for me
While I’m counting sheep
there’s no sleep, idiots surrounding me
grid the skies, flood the streets
float face down, I'm laughing
it was a pyramid scheme from the start
and at the bottom you will cower in a fear of displacement
toxic thoughts harvested
multiplied for sustenance
Listen to the outro-duction
economic self destruction
wasting precious time
and if your time is money
you are lacking in supply
Born into a debt we can’t repay
so what’s the mother fucking point?
breed true crime, drinking the well dry
your riches are soaked in piss and stress
you don’t deserve to breathe because the air is free
you just take and contribute nothing.
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8. |
Misanthropology part II
02:03
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You’re running out of slogans
you’re running out of the excuses that you make
to cover your own ass but you forgot to cover your tracks
You are never off the grid when they can follow the trails of your victims
don’t say no
you’re living in a world of yes men
don’t branch out
you’re living in a world of less than average
burnt out twigs
roots in hatred
Misanthropist
Don’t say No
Do Not Say No
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