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sinkWh0le
15:05
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Heavens blind sided what little i've known thrown into the wind a new time to begin
something broken we found it there in disrepair haunting the last nights forgotten
It's something unknown starting over back at the beginning where everything measures up
does it stack up program interrupt it's alive it has a consciousness back hand the conscience icy words hang in the frosty air these
things that never made all that much sense how do you stand upright it's nice to know the doubting legions i feel this strangeness i feel this weakness how many times counting up counting down breathing heavily where you stood back obscured by unsavory sentiments tried to get through broke every window I could but nothing ever got better the chill in the air strangely comforting taking refuge in the inevitable shortcomings that always peak their heads up from their own personal pools of failures shot the nerves i'm still wading waist deep in broken glass inattentive to what hurts the most enjoying every second clenching razors poisoned by sunshine we stood there watching the night fall over the city the shadows take over once more abandoned humor me for the time being while we gloss over the subject just another botched effort in this demented shitshow sideshow horrorshow drinking from these fountains of tainted blood excess what remains best left unending how many times ho w many ways how many rivers do we need to suck dry what are we willing to sink in
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Staring down into the void as we've been brought up to do
broken monitors dancing the ant dance, it's nothing new.
buzzing in the snow feed the maniacal dreams
Cutting random wires hoping for good results
puppet strings and broken things it's only over when the murderer sings
you're breaking up and cutting out the message ain't coming through so clear
culture assembled on a belt of fear error messages flash erratic
while the propaganda cuts in and out through the lulling static
feverishly stabbing at the beasts in your nightmares
Punch, punch, goose deathbeds and musical chairs
what image the deified convey
when you take as gospel whatever the television says
we're only hopeless every other day
shriveling up inside, you know what they say... all work and no play...
film the brutal chaos from the inside
while the drunken director is blowing lines off the asses of the poor
while we're dumpster diving with these whores
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bUgs
05:06
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Screaming incoherently
Fed up with it all
you think they'll listen but it never occurred
to be some kind of warped entertainment
writhing on the floor far away from the safety
of ideas that might not seem so savory
the ideas manifest themselves
physically
the psychosomatic effects
counting all your favorite defects
babbling with the rejects
digging fingers in eyes
have you forgotten how to cry ?
unable to even flinch
closer and closer to inch
your world will entertain me
but it will never sustain me
in love with the pain
and all the madness you can't see
Why the hell is everybody looking at me ?
has everybody lost their minds
having fun in denial ?
yeah, I guess it's been a while
but only for a short time
These side effects are for suckers.
nothing in the bank.
heading back to the tank.
help me jesus, there's bugs everywhere.
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Knives
07:36
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A world built on faith
reason in the back seat
we're doing this on belief
forward into the dark
down the path carved out of good
intentions
Misguided everyone...
holding knives to throats
guns to heads
this is how it's always been
no need to change it
this is how we like it
hope you like it
the only law is whatever they say
obey or face
ostracism
social suicide
closed eyes to genocide reminds me of the time
(some ancient city was engulfed in flames)
make the claim to repair it would be too costly
so we'll make the same mistakes and call it progress
because we've gone too far in this direction
can you hear the wails and gnashing of teeth ?
we're getting closer to something
call me crazy while I step out of this line
start heading backward to where the road forked off
while civilization eats its young
and sacrifices the remnants of free will to golden calves.
ya'll have fun with armaggedon
i'll be down here screaming at the wall
tearing out my soul flinging it in every direction that i can project
it's so obvious
smack in the face
make excuses
through intravenous media
malnutrition
you're looking awfully thin
but health like everything is purely subjective
when bias builds reality because...
truth is just a tool of bigots that wish to hold you down.
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Disintigrate
04:49
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In Circles
11:38
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