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Pendulum
02:42
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I keep a notebook up on the shelf, written apologies
A memoir to all that ever was, or that ever will be
I believe by the time you read this
I'll be gone already
My troubles, they mean to offend you
In the least offensive way
Hangman pulling the cord tight
Kick the chair and hang myself
North to East I swing
Air trapped in my lungs
Zip the body bag
Tie the toe and tag
Cut my noosed neck free
Let me rest in peace
I keep a notebook up on the shelf, written apologies
A memoir to all that ever was, or that ever will be
I believe by the time you read this
I'll be gone already
My troubles, they mean to offend you
In the least offensive way
Double bag the evidence
Throw my body in the trash
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2. |
Mill Fire
02:16
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Social delinquents who can't hold a job, no education
Living at home so they hang at the mill, kids on vacation
Useless
Pretentious pathetic parasites
Worthless
Feckless incompetent bastards
Kill yourselves
Mindless ashing, place is catching
Too fucking drunk, too fucking stoned
Historic site catching aflame
How does it feel to face punishment
Cry like a little bitch, you deserve this
Rejected kids gathering in the night, no place to be
Underaged girls and a six-pack of beer, 2 grams of weed
Social delinquents who can't hold a job, no education
Living at home so they hang at the mill, kids on vacation
Useless
Pretentious pathetic parasites
worthless
Feckless incompetent bastards
Kill yourselves
You stupid bastards burned it to the fucking ground
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K-Hole
02:55
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Unplug the world
Turn off the lights
Bottle of Jack
Small bag of whites
Ease all the stress
End all the pain
Quiet the mind
Shut down my brain
Thoughts disappear
I don't mind this slightly different form of sickness
Eyes rolling back
All emotions, love and hatred, slowly fading
Enter the void
Formless beings slowly stirring all around me
Leaving behind
Blood and muscle, strength and weakness, pain and decay
Return
To the body
Violent Shaking
Nausea
Limbs are tensing
Fever taking
One more
Pill to swallow
Shot to follow
Lay down
Breath is fading
Heart is waning
I can't feel anymore
I can't see anymore and
I can't hear anymore
I can't breathe anymore
I can't feel, I don't care
I can't see, I don't care and
I can't hear, I don't care
I can't breathe, I don't care at all
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4. |
Dead Women Crossing
03:57
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Eyes adjusting to take
in the gruesome sight
Search the body for a pulse
but nothing is found
My gaze casts down
At the human viscera
Staining memories of a time
When I had all of my teeth
If I start driving now I could probably
Make it into Sundown by sunrise
I'll leave memaw a note down in Amarillo
Confessing that her first born son died
Find the hole in his head
scarred over with all of his
poor intentions, brains drip
from what used to be his ear
I take his bloody jaw in my hand
I help him turn the other cheek
his lifeless eyes stare at the wall
silent red drapery and vignette
I lean in close
To the human viscera
Staining memories of our time
"Who has a listening problem now?"
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5. |
Hate Fuck
02:53
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Cut ties, old lies, fresh hate, sealed fate
Bite your flesh, caress, gripped neck
Sick flashback to what you did
An empty fuck is all you are
Manipulating naive hearts
You tore down everything I built
You've never felt an ounce of guilt
Nothing sacred, nothing left
My middle finger up your dress
You ask me please don't ever leave
This time you're the one deceived
Hate fuck you, then I'm through
Pulling hair and grinding teeth
You scream out "keep fucking me"
I ask you if you want more
Choking, cumming little whore
I stand, get dressed, walk out satisfied
No words, no kiss, only goodbye
You mean nothing to me. Nothing
I am done with your shit forever
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6. |
Broken Hilt
02:21
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Even when I'm dreaming
I want you dead
This hate consumes me
My thoughts obsess
To make you suffer
And fucking beg
Imagining the carnage
Of your mangled face
It's the only way I can sleep
Twisting the blade in your gut
Biting your fucking ear off
Killer inside of my head, silent dream prisoner
Leaving a vacant body as it wanders the night
Awaken to discover a knife within my hand
Can I control my rage
Despite this chimera?
Betraying my conscience
Succumbing to fantasy
When will I be at peace?
You can't be forgiven
Lucid dreams, sleepwalking,
Killing you every night
Even when I'm dreaming
I want you dead
This hate consumes me
My thoughts obsess
To make you suffer
And fucking beg
Imagining the carnage
Of your mangled face
And then one night
I knock back some pills
I leave this world
I am bodiless
And now these dreams
Become so vivid
Blurring the lines
of reality
Now I can rest
Feeling vengeance
Stabbing the blade in your head
Breaking the fucking hilt off
Killer inside of my head, silent dream prisoner
Leaving a vacant body as it wanders the night
awaken to discover your blood upon my hands
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7. |
Hordes Of Degenerates
03:44
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Something's gotta change
Someone needs to die
Gun in my hands, voices in my head
Vision turning red, palms collecting sweat
I'll have no regret planning out your deaths
It sickens me to my core
To think of what you are
Deep breath, let out
Two shells, no sound
Trench coat dropped down
Gun's out, sights found
Where's your God now?
Something's gotta change
Someone needs to die
Gun in my hands, voices in my head
Vision turning red, palms collecting sweat
I'll have no regret planning out your deaths
I must confess, I hate you fucking people
I hope you die, your minds are fucking feeble
Wasting your lives, you're all so fucking worthless
Losing your minds, your views are fucking stupid
I must confess, I hate you fucking people
I hope you die, your minds are fucking feeble
Wasting your lives, you're all so fucking useless
Losing your minds, your views are fucking stupid
I am the last thing you will see
Death is the tarn and I'm the conduit
I am the last thing you will know
Death is the tarn and I'm the conduit
Gun smoke, sight's choked
Nine lives, bad joke
One shell, one mouth
Deep breath, let out
I'm your God now
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8. |
Day Of Ashura
03:59
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Haram
Shia converge for the mourning
Talwar
Striking their flesh for their sins
Imam
Chastising glares from the stairway
Tatbir
Letting blood flow in remembrance
Haram
Shia converge for the mourning
Talwar
Striking their flesh for their sins
Imam
Chastising glares from the stairway
Tatbir
Letting blood flow in remembrance
Senseless undertaking
Their sanity, fading
Gashes tearing open
Tissue falling out
Senseless undertaking
Their sanity, fading
Gashes tearing open
Tissue falling out
With the Twelvers around
I'm lost and I'm found
Whips, chains I am bound
I fall to the ground
When the Twelvers arrive
How much life with still thrive?
Who will live and who'll die?
I know I'll be just fine
Young men gather in the dirt roads
Lashing their backs and heads with blades
Grieving elders flogging themselves
To shed their blood in the name of God
The desert sun begins its rise
The light reflects off of the blood-soaked ground
Piles of bodies writhe in pain
Their skin waving in the sand-filled wind
Youm-e-Ashura
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9. |
Lambaste
02:24
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Way down
Familiars dancing
Inviting
Coalesce
Substances are calling me
I refuse to answer them
Empty my hands anyway
Take everything away
This road's long and winding
Blindfolds ain't comin' off
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Crippled Beggar Providence, Rhode Island
Blackened Grind Violence from Providence/Killingly
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