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Necromantic Anarchy
06:35
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Dismantled and disorganized
Torn apart before your own eyes
Zeitgeist from a life in vain
Abandoned to the abyss, buried your remains
Excoriate flesh, so bountifly bled
Maliciously mangle the living dead,
Unbury the head from the bleeding earth,
Cast your corpse into the void, determine your worth
Slay the saboteur, let the blood flow
In life and in death as above so below
Butcher the betrayer, for he shall not rule
Devour the tyrants in power, the feast of fools
Shimmer of the scythe in the crimson light, into darkness fall
Time descends into depravity and death transcends all
Hear the forlorn cries of a ghost in the moon's glow
Don't be afraid to die, for we were lost so long ago
Slay the saboteur, let the blood flow,
In life and death. as above so below
Butcher the betrayer, for he shall not rule
Devour the tyrants in power, the feast of fools
Necromantic tormented Demon,
Spells of devilry shall slay all humans
Reanimate with a wicked hex
Process of destruction, separate them at their necks,
Build the mighty skullbeast tall,
a monstrous miscreation to end all
Lord of this land, you shall be next
Fear the skullbeast, or ye shall get wrecked!
All who deem themselves worthy to reign supreme
Repel into the pit of hell to seek their foolish dreams
Find unfathomable darkness, terror and doom
May those who dwelled in the land you bled
Thy Flesh Consume.
Demise waits for thee, necromantic anarchy!
Demise waits for thee, necromantic anarchy!
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2. |
Wasps in a Web
03:13
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God-complex from the top down via funnel fans flames
that sputter through conspiracy tunnels.
Persecution solution the emulsified result,
dumb ignorance now prejudice; welcome to the cult.
Disestablishment jargon targets the disenfranchised that don't understand,
sliding down the pipeline right into authoritarian hands.
Wasps in a web, white privilege.
Libertarian lone-wolf complex, with an overinflated head.
Failure to fall to responsibility when loss befalls,
painting sainthood over faces of cruelty,
isolating from truth and unity.
Fostering further insanity, the hooks hang from an entangled web,
ensnaring every turning head.
As much as the bait would hate to admit it:
they have become hateful and anti-Semitic.
"They put abortions in our Pepsi. They're making M and M's less sexy.
You're a Nazi for correcting me when I misgender you intentionally."
"We're wholesome Christians with family values,
we can only do good.
You're vile heathen reptiles, drinking children's blood."
Scientific accuracy labeled as fallacy,
Every opposing institution is the enemy.
Disagreement is unpatriotic and treasonous.
Conspiracy pipeline breeding disease.
Wasps in a web, white privilege.
Libertarian lone-wolf complex with an overinflated head.
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3. |
Fatal Indecision
04:32
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What the hell are you waiting for? Extinction or absolution?
Empty entombments of deities constrained.
Cross-examined DNA, locations of desecration abound.
Hollow walls where only phantoms hear, oceans of refuse
Remnants refused.
Excuses abused, live to lose.
The sacred diminish; relinquish your inhibitions.
Loose lands sink in abusive hands, fall into the mantle.
It is my task to dismantle mankind, blow out the candle,
Too late, cannot rewind.
Sanity my sickness, so profane a witness
to the lucid decline into abyssal unforgiveness.
I have obeyed the forces that formed, the woman I made myself
and the creature obscure that lies deeper still.
Cancerous captor! Reductive fracturer!
I want to sink my nails and fangs into the god you made
and rip it from your visceral skin until it spills!
I cannot trust, betrayal scars carried with silent dignity,
Jaded perception, what the hell are you waiting for?
What the fuck are you waiting for?
Deader still, you never held on.
What ingratious void to you hail from, on a golem of stolen lordship?
Compassion slowly distorts but leaves intact:
what wretchedness corrupts in blood epitaphs,
in abandoned, crumbling realms beyond.
What the fuck are you waiting for?
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4. |
Howl at Eternity
05:37
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Is this what it means to grow older? An old soul can't grow colder
If I've grown wiser I don't know, but a weight has fallen off my shoulders.
I'm losing control of all that I let go. My narrative I will own.
My blood like magma burns a heart of stone.
This is not the apocalypse I prepared for, it is not my life I'm scared for
Fear will embrace those who take a stand.
Misery and despair kill slowly, convincing pure souls they're unholy
The demons of our day we face hand in hand.
Are we creation's final verse?
May our serenity be your curse.
Howl at eternity, burning for the bloodthirsty.
Let's go!
Joy is the relief when open hearts bleed
from anger-stained memories that veins of hate dismember.
Dance when blind authority, sorcerers of conformity
demand stillness and surrender.
Following my heart, faith is a weapon.
Bury the threat despite the tension.
Fighting through hordes of cruel intentions,
our solidarity screams through senseless oppression.
Damage me, ravage me, you'll never kill my identity.
I laugh at your failed tragedy. I have grasped immortality.
I sink my teeth into the sunken cost fallacy.
Are we creation's final verse?
Let our serenity be your curse.
Howl at eternity, burning for the bloodthirsty.
Like the morning-star, fall from grace.
Let innocence return to the hearts you break.
The weight of these chains rusting:
Not the end of days but a new today.
The meaning inside, my deepest deficits cannot hide.
In my favorite absurdity I will abide.
The void of nihil cannot bind to loneliness I left to die.
Mental deception, I will not live and let live in these lies.
Are we creation's final verse?
Let our serenity be your curse.
Howl at eternity, burning for the bloodthirsty.
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5. |
Crypt Currency
03:39
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Die for freedom in a rich man's war
Die from a gunshot on your walk to the store
Die because you can't afford the operation
Die from an overdose, die from starvation.
Die in the hallway shot full of holes, die in the alley with a begging bowl.
Die from suicide because you don't fit in,
Living a lie in someone else's skin.
The gears have rusted
Broke and busted
Proletariat rage
In the disparity of a new Gilded Age
Capital kings laugh on their thrones
In kingdoms constructed of the worker's bones
Poverty in this corporation nation
Classist division breeds blame and hatred
We all want unity but I can't get behind
The normalised unjustified class divide
You might ask well isn't it your own fault
Half of you don't care the other half are in a cult
They can manipulate the market and not pay tax
The bourgeoise shall get the axe
Die from opioids that they prescribed
Die in the streets beaten and brutalized
Die because the cops broke down the wrong door
Die in a crowded cage at the border
Take your last breath gasping for air
Because Millions of people are too selfish to care.
Commodified, desocialised, disruptors are vilified
No thriving, just scraping by
A new age of fascism disguised as innovation
Unregulated avarice starves a dying nation
Guillotines and bloodstained walls shall render exploiters extinct
Proprietary culture programming what we think
Paycuts will come at the price of a head
Corporate carnage, crypt currency will paint the nation red.
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From sea to shining sea, we sang since infancy.
Land of the free only in name, endless wars overseas for capital gain.
Destabilizing nations, standing by while the homeless suffer starvation.
Funding genocide, turning our backs on those who died.
The LGBTQ community says Free Palestine!
Muslims and Jews agree, Free Palestine!
BLM's decree: Free Palestine!
From the river to the sea.
Israel can't claim self-defense due to months of killing innocents
Bombing schools and starving families, acting on their own unjust authority.
Disregarding international law and the laws of their faith.
Netanyahu spitting in God's face.
Liberate all lands from tyranny, Free Palestine!
Biden's hands are blood-red.
End apartheid from the river to the sea, ethnic cleansing and bloodshed.
Propaganda lies and more, the USA loves a war.
Propaganda lies and more ,the USA loves a war.
Evangelical Zionists don't care who dies.
America is god, they are blind to his lies.
Evangelical Zionists don't care who dies.
America is god, they are blind to his lies.
Ceasefire now! End the silence. Ceasefire now! end the violence!
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7. |
Desolater
04:17
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Silence slows time, eeking achingly by, swept away by our devices,
In a quiet display of riled dismay, for the moment hypnotized.
White noise swirls around me in a homogenous gloom of stimulation.
My ghost returns from a space in the room,
and brings me back from the simulation.
My brain sloops down the drain like a kitchen sink.
Everything I know is gone and I can't think.
I wish I could talk to the moon in the night sky.
Like her, I am looking at life from the outside.
It all seems superficial from up there.
Why do human beings even care?
Borrow a high from you and leave in a hurry.
Existence is too brief to live with this worry.
If I upset you I fear you will desert me.
Don't look at me that way, I'd prefer you'd hurt me.
Life is just a game and I'm a player with no role.
I've already tried now baby, you can't save my soul.
I wish I could talk to the moon in the night sky.
Like her, I am looking at life from the outside.
It all seems superficial from up there.
Why do human beings even care?
Everyone wants more, I want less.
We dissolve into the darkness that suits us best.
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8. |
Idolies
05:36
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Don't say gay, pray it away
Says the new American KKK
History rebranded as Critical race theory
Anti woke means protect white fury
Censorship of our existence
Must protect their sacred indifference
Oppression requires an opposition
Play the nation for fools
And then play the victim
I won't be claimed as a culture war casualty
Keep people's lives out of your policy
Bowing down in the solace of lies
Ineffectual fools you idolize
There is no systematic way to halt
The conflict of the MAGA cult
Because our government is a corporate shell
That profits from this capital hell
I won't be claimed as your culture war casualty
Keep people's lives out of your policy
Bowing down in the solace of lies
Ineffectual fools you idolize
A fascist nation isn't made in a day
It draws closer as they pave the way
Rely on fake news biased views and false science
To create a web of ignorant reliance
We're self-mutilating monsters messing with your heads
Teaching inclusion to rip your minds to shreds
They're making laws to make sure trans kids are abandoned
And the only proof they offer is "let's go Brandon"
I won't be claimed as your culture war casualty
Keep people's lives out of your policy
Bowing down in the solace of lies
Ineffectual fools you idolize
Trumpism is genocide
Trumpism is genocide
Trumpism is genocide
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My body eats me alive before I can truly ripen to fruition
Decadent hedonism, pleasure distracts my wayward gaze
from the woeful menagerie
The unrelenting, undefinable yet undisputed entity
Known as time
Years like teeth made of daggers, carving lines like wounds
Deeper than the razor of a new day, sheds the forest consuming me
A shadow engulfing the realm of my fading smile
I wonder have 'I overstayed my welcome?
Has my purpose been clouded by the idea of
Loving the person I kept numb and safe under a cloak of doubt
and conditioned diminishment?
Did I misinterpret the love I admitted to mean a shelter from the storms
That rile my heart with a hatred begotten from avenging man's injustices?
Sometimes I think I was made for sacrifice
I relinquish myself to misery for others, I ask for punishment
To be stricken rather than forgiven, self-condemnation
I see no change in me, none in the world for all I have accomplished
Nostalgia like a fix averts my indecision
I don the veil of ignorance to obscure my vision
I don't understand what I am but from that which came before
and who exists in the fleeting present
I want to be beautiful like her, effortlessly confident
I am cheap and will always feel derivative of a truth
My health and happiness could mean shit
if I don't make some difference
Every day I don't spill my veins is a fucking miracle.
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10. |
Death Wept
07:00
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Tears stream from her vacant eyes, I can sympathize
Tortured smile, her eternal demeanor
This isn't the first time I've seen her
I reflect her emotional stare, she knows I see her there
Always standing over my shoulder, will I reach out to hold her
Yet I sob here reeling against dying light
Death wept tonight
Pain tingles my nerves as the razor scrapes along
It lingers until it's gone
Tired and losing the will to fight
Death wept tonight
Her cold ageless bones they awarn
Her black wings have braved many a storm
Death has seen the dark of my mind
She sobs so I know she's not blind
Oh what a world, man has made that leaves our precious souls to fade
Laughter and joy: the silver lining
A flash so fleeting all gone in such a short time
As I lay bleeding would God look me in the eye
and say: "Oh my daughter, why do you cry?"
I wish I could make myself more open
Not in the manner which I have previously spoken
Bottling it up until I am broken
I hate to burden anyone with such a terrible sight
Death wept tonight
Death wept tonight
You taunt me, you haunt me, when I beg you don't want me
What have I done? What you've done to me!
When will I be free?
Death wept tonight, Darling it's alright
This world is cruel but it would be hell for me without you
The past is more dead than the angel's bones
No one should suffer alone
In tenebris vivemus ut unum
In tenebris vivemus ut unum
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