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Iron Rod
03:26
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It's just a matter of time before my mind turns,
to let me spew out the dribble and dust.
Both with courage and spite, I could do what I'd like,
And in this form, I will live once more, through him.
My god, it'll be beautiful.
With a candle and a cut,
We've been offered a golden cup.
You have your number on your behind.
You might like it,
but it's the number you'll be and it's the place that you'll live in time.
I've got a bittersweet feeling,
living in me for years.
The kind of power I've yearned for,
is one that's grown out of fear.
Take it away,
Take it away,
Burn it alive (Please),
Take it away,
Take it away, so I don't have to look at it anymore.
And it's the plight that follows,
That will keep me hungry, though what could I do?
Food is meant for the stomach and the stomach for food.
It is a weakness I shall seize.
In the event of the truth.
Though I'm just not that hungry anymore.
The stick's firm like an iron rod.
Pushed through me with the help of God, how about you?
This is your nature as a child of the object, and the sky will be blue again.
The earth will cease to shift, though the heavens will shudder with your arrival, I can assure you of that.
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Put A Ribbon On It
03:02
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Gain and measure,
Its pain and pleasure.
Fight to keep it,
Wait to reap it.
As the vision starts to glaze,
And as the object crumbles.
Not to be wasted, but the waste will hold,
A maze, intergalactic snow.
It regurgitates and sprays,
A mist of bile and a shower of hail.
Within the river of sight,
It is a matter of decay and not life.
I could thrive in both worlds,
but the gift would stop giving, and curl.
I like it, but I know that I'll fray.
The father, he speaks, and he says:
"With this I give you, a life in glow,
It will allow us, for full ascension.
And with this power, we all will grow.
Live in the garden of mass extension (extinction)
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Firefly
02:35
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I'll take my crude rope,
Tie into knots.
The tighter the better,
it's gonna burn your box.
There may be some hesitation,
Being approached to disrobe,
Although the cloth that you're given,
Will start to fuse with your bones.
This is the age of the white hag!
this is the era of sin!
And as the ocean waves crash down.
The object grows from within.
Just like stepping on fireflies.
Creating distance with everything that I stand beside.
(leave them behind
everything I stand beside)
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4. |
White Hag
02:40
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To rectify our mission,
and to make our effort whole.
We will lay the witch on hot coals,
and will feast amidst the cold.
I'll be a better man for it now.
To kill the thieves and gluttons.
A new life will surge through my veins.
And will lift me to glory somehow.
And the Ministry of the Object will clap their hands in joy.
It is the lack of a process which has left us bled and spoiled.
Once betrayed by our first God, we will seize the traitor's souls.
Although the Order is shaking, it just needs one more push.
Just to extinguish this evil and to kill the white hag's lust.
See through her,
Look in her eyes.
She is a devil,
Sent from the sky.
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5. |
Wednesday
02:42
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While left alone in this place I've been,
I look to my father, he was born with sin.
I felt a fear but to feel that way,
I'd look to my father, he won't go away.
See what you did, you've stormed and shunned,
You've blocked the sun with vigilance and blood.
Look to my father as he'd kneel to pray.
I can't believe that it's Wednesday.
My favorite day of the week.
I cherish it like Sunday.
My nails begin to screech.
I've lived this way too long.
Give the weight if the weight will hold.
Bring darkness, stay cold.
Another lash as the body folds,
Bring darkness, stay cold.
I fucked my way through fire.
It is impossible for him to die.
White Religion.
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Baby Girl
04:06
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(I felt
a gust)
I felt a gusting wind,
the child is born again.
It enters in short time.
A putrid dripping slime,
It is to be slain, and not held.
Pull out its eyes for better sight.
And its tongue to speak.
Throw the thing out a window.
Harvest the proper organs for thr supreme health.
Take its teeth and pull them in the fireplace for warmth.
Snap its neck for the glorious object.
Operation.
Through the life that you knew,
Has come and gone.
Here is something new,
a gift from God.
Its a timeless wonder,
A precious song,
A lament of true pain,
The child is done.
Fresh life,
Been swallowed by hell.
It is a curse.
Within a cave it will dwell.
Even though the body lies motionless, life continues to grow.
Teeth growing out the back of its head and genitalia from its face.
She never stops giving, she is the village well.
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Slaughter
04:05
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Mine could be the last face that you see,
I could live forever in motion.
If eyes could see, they would cower at me.
You'd fall away, forever in motion.
I will be the last face that you see,
before the slaughter that saves you.
Fall away, sweet child.
Bring in the hordes.
The beast in the floors.
Bring in the hordes.
And as night falls you will be,
in full immobility, you'll struggle in restraints.
While stabbing at your tendons and chipping at your bones
We'll manufacture flavor to make you whole.
Tastes right to me
Its better than you know,
to feel a flowing stream of blood,
to be washed until you grow,
to be eaten by the mud.
The immortal blood that binds us, the goddless blood.
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Xanax
03:12
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I hope that one day I might choke,
But I don't know, I live for too much guilt.
I know what I like: pressure on certain sides.
You will know. It tastes like pesticides.
I, will lay you down to rest.
I, could make you feel the best.
I, can give you everything,
But seeing, the holy ghost,
Might take a little more.
I keep it in my hands,
As I travel through southland,
And I break it up real slow,
It slithers up my nose,
And I'm breaking up real slow,
I'll live inside this hole.
This feeling first settles and then bursts through your skin.
This silence is frightening as this seance begins.
I held up my end.
Now pull it til its red, but it turns
black, then it falls off, in time.
You may touch it, but just know, that its mine,
It's forever mine.
Wait your turn.
We have to breath to live.
Wait your turn.
Wait your turn.
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Black Eye
02:47
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Keep pulling,
on mine,
I'm ready,
Black eyes.
I know that everything will be okay.
Its a matter of time before the skin will shed.
I know that everything will be okay.
Its a matter of time.
I will emerge from this, a case of piss and shit.
I will enter my second life. New beginning, new size.
It's my line.
I put it down.
No more gash.
I'm a new man.
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10. |
Children Of Earth
02:22
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They have been lost in time.
Forever swallowed by the ghastly witch.
Given to you like a prize.
Its broken down and sanctified.
They surrendered all they had,
Now shattered.
It is done,
For what?
The beautiful, unholy Object.
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