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birth
01:23
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The Pharoah is dead
Impeccant wight. Eternal sleep.
Taken in bloom without suffering.
No worlds are left
To conquer in existence
The Pharoah is dead
Into the void, and out of my life
Desolate landscapes shrouded in torment
Brotherhood feigns a burden in death
Your presence still looms
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2. |
isolation
01:27
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Sporadic movements speak in tongues.
Slipping into etherial madness.
Composing chaotic choruses in which beauty never fades.
Temporal substance given existence.
Inorganic mass consumption.
Industrial production of instrumentality.
Existence is futile. Conforming foundation.
This is all a dream.
Wake me
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3. |
hate
03:43
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Loathe
Faint, Desperate, lifeless and cold, damaged, hesitant waste.
Coward! Feeble and frail, powerless, wavering ghost.
Living ghost.
Blind leading the blind.
Anxious tendencies
Vengeful enemies
Ancient history
Bridges burning
Distant memories fading away into oblivion
Hopeless venturing into remote feelings of bliss
I cannot attain the moral bearings of integrity
Nothing which I speculate will ever reap a feeling of worth
There will always be an obstacle that shatters my ambition
And establishes the preconceived assumption that no one gives a fuck.
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4. |
covenant and gloom
05:29
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COVENANT
I separate myself from humanistic sentiment
Nothing; I am nothing but a realist
Tired flames forsake the ones who kindle lust
Gaze into the abyss, and the abyss gazes back
God; I am god
Does he hide, or is he just afraid of us?
I can't go on; I will go on
Life can be fragile when you're a virus clinging to mud,
Suspended in emptiness
I am surrounded by unknown objects; man without ears
Suspecting vibrations
Life is fragile.
GLOOM
Brain disinfected by vaccination
Spawn are neglected in their starvation
Snuff film culture within the congress
Dying vultures delay their conquests
Loose ends debase the tourniquet
Cobwebs surrounding etiquette
Bedlam in lieu of silence
Perspective beyond the violence
Wolves prey on elk, elk flee on impulse
Likewise, mankind consumes everything that moves
Cult Chiefs composing haikus on a camel's back
Shell shocked sharp shooter crawling to her grave
Likewise (undeniable, diabolical, individual)
Alpha male wolverines are a product of the quarantined limousines; cog in the war machine
Monoliths shape shift from the continental drift
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Suffragettes scratching at the window while the beast is looking outside from the inside
No more dead kin, no more pigs slaughtered
No more king pins, no more lost daughters
If you feel light, don't lose your traction
Less action, more talk. Less talking, more action.
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5. |
release
02:02
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