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We finally purge the jealousy fear and guilt
We sewed into ourselves
It's stuck to me like snakeskin refusing to shed
Now beware the fading light of potential
As these ghosts are gifted its flesh in the moonlight
Stepping into ourselves
Chaos controls
The many become one
Imago’s wings unfold
Eat shit. Get burned alive.
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Burn Unit Beauty Queen
01:21
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I feel too weak for this world
The empty promises
The impossible standards
Unattainable intimacies
It’s all more than I would like
Especially on a Saturday night
Once in a sliver of a memory
I met someone who found the cure for pain
For her damage had no beginning
Perfection had no end
She was the void and her words were omens:
"Remember
depression
is just the
beginning
Of life"
Misery and company:
Adam and eve
Beauty’s new age
Eden: the dungeon
And the burn unit.
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Slave Angel's Revenge
02:11
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We had a dog in the old house
And when no one was looking
He’d bite through my skin
I wanted to kill him
But then he’d lick the wound
So all was forgiven...
A fucking kick to the throat
And a cradle on fire
I seek the hive jugular to finally puncture
Drain a sea of the blood of your kind
Finally swim in the sky
Where you would never let me
But until then,
Stay the fuck away from me and my own
Then flowers will bloom from old wounds
Truth and lies converge
And with it suffering finally becomes purpose
But that void will not fill itself
Misery will mutate into more romance and
Slip into the world of drowning lights
The sacred dreamscape where time is obsolete
Human decency is just but a memory
No authority but the rising sun.
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Pink Elephants on Parade
02:25
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Sometimes I can’t see lights even when they’re everywhere.
And I can’t hear you even as you scream directly into my vacant ears.
This world you live in is a sea of dreams and I just can’t seem to swim.
I’m just starving on the shore for a scrap of natural beauty
Until I finally see the northern lights in a a sky made of fucking vomit
Know the night is here.
Burn your temple down.
Taste the fucking ashes.
Now watch nothing's changed.
Suipocalypse has been served in a 12 oz can
Crack open like a thundercloud
A shark smells a speck of blood
As fortitude floods me
I imagine I am drinking you all.
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Youth Siege
02:07
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You’re eating what’s leftover
And aborting what’s yet to come
Then you have the fucking nerve
To judge my pessimism
Best years of my life behind me
But somehow are yet to come
Pick a fucking stance and stick to it
I’m through living in your hangover
“New York is dead, music is dead, love is dead”
You tell me everything is
Dead.
I think I am in over my head
“The world’s your oyster”
But its also dead
If it’s all such nostalgia to you
If there’s nothing left but certain doom...
Drop dead
Motherfucker.
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