1. |
Infernal Breath
05:35
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CONGESTED
TAR LUNGS OF
BETRAYAL;
NEGLECTED
MIND HAZE OF
ARROGANCE;
INFERNAL BREATH SUFFOCATE.
SMOKE SMOTHERED
CHAMBER OF
SACRIFICE;
GUILT RIDDEN
DOORWAY OF
ANNOUNCEMENT;
INFERNAL BREATH SUFFOCATE.
HOW CAN I
GAIN PENANCE
FOR MY CRIME?
I OFFER
LIBATION
IN PAYMENT.
INFERNAL BREATH SUFFOCATE.
ATONEMENT IS SCATHING.
ATONEMENT IS CRUSHING.
ATONEMENT IS BEAUTY.
ATONEMENT IS GRACE.
INFERNAL BREATH
SUFFOCATE
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2. |
Festering Wood
01:01
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PRESSES HIS FINGERS TO HIS TEMPLES.
PRESSES THEM HARDER TO HIS TEMPLES.
FEELS HIS THOUGHTS CLUTTER UP THE ROOM.
SEES HIS THOUGHTS ROTTING IN THE ROOM.
FESTERING WOOD
PRESSING MY LIPSTICK TO HIS CHEEKBONES.
PRESSING THEM HARDER TO HIS CHEEKBONES.
FEEL HIS THOUGHTS FLUTTER IN MY MOUTH.
FEELING THOUGHTS WRITHING IN MY MOUTH.
FESTERING WOOD
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3. |
Resent
06:38
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RESENTFUL OF
MY MIND.
SHIFT THE BLAME FROM
MYSELF.
LOOK TO GENES AND
TRAUMAS.
I WILL NOT BE
AT FAULT.
EMBRACE SHAME.
EMBRACE GUILT.
EMBRACE DIRT.
EMBRACE FILTH.
I
WANT
OUT.
I WANT OUT.
I WANT OUT.
I WANT OUT.
I WANT OUT.
I WANT OUT.
I WANT OUT.
I WANT OUT.
I WANT OUT.
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4. |
Harpoon
01:55
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5. |
Bloody Boy
02:03
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BLOODIED BOY IS ON THE STREET.
YOU’LL SEE HIM FOR ONE SMALL FEE.
GET IN LINE AND SEE HIM SQUIRM.
HE’S REMEMBERED AGAINST HER WILL.
HE’S REMEMBERED AS HER KILL.
HE IS JUST HER FUCKING GERM.
SYMPATHY FOR HIS DISEASE,
APATHY AGAINST HER EASE,
THEY WILL BE HER FUCKING WORMS.
FOLLOWED BY HER NAME STILL,
SHE HAS HEARD IT TO HER FILL.
THE MERE MENTION LEAVES HER BURNED.
KILL
FUCKING KILL
FUCKING KILL
KILL HIM!
SYMPATHY FOR HIS DISEASE,
APATHY AGAINST HER EASE,
THEY WILL BE HER FUCKING WORMS.
FOLLOWED BY HER NAME STILL,
SHE HAS HEARD IT TO HER FILL.
THE MERE MENTION LEAVES HER BURNED.
KILL
FUCKING KILL
FUCKING KILL
KILL HIM!
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6. |
Rich-Guy Graves
03:30
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HALF THE CASH YOU NEED TO LIVE: A PAYCHECK EVERY WEEK.
THE OTHER HALF YOU’LL NEVER SEE, BUT SMILE AT YOUR LEACH.
YOU KNOW HE’S BUSY HAVING MONEY, FOOD AND TIME FOR SLEEP,
AND MAKING SURE FOR US THOSE LUXURIES ARE OUT OF REACH.
YOU HAVE TO DO THE THINGS HE SAYS TO PAY A PARASITE
THAT OWNS YOUR SHITTY HOME, BY SHAVING YEARS OFF YOUR LIFE.
‘TIL WE TAKE YOUR WORKPLACE AND THINGS GET TREASONOUS,
WE NEED TO FIND A WAY TO GET SOME ALMS FOR THE FOUR OF US.
I’M READY
NOW,
AND I’M HUNGRY
FOR WHAT’S MINE.
WE’LL TAKE IT
ALL.
WE’LL TAKE IT.
EVERYTHING IS OURS.
WE THE GREEDY POOR CAN SEE EXACTLY WHAT WE’RE OWED:
THOSE NEEDED THINGS YOU CAN’T BELIEVE SOMEONE COULD STAND TO OWN.
CORRODED BUT STILL HERE, NEVER TO CAVE,
LIVING TO ROCK AND ROLL ON RICH-GUY GRAVES.
ROCK AND ROLL
RICH-GUY GRAVES
UNDER FOOT
GO AND DANCE.
I’M READY
NOW,
AND I’M HUNGRY
FOR WHAT’S MINE.
WE’LL TAKE IT
ALL.
WE’LL TAKE IT.
EVERYTHING IS OURS.
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7. |
Dance Song #2
01:41
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8. |
Bog Girl
06:12
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DEEP DOWN IN HER CREVICE,
GOBLINS LIE SLUMBERING,
BURIED IN HER REFUSE,
BENEATH THE CRUMBS AND BONES OF HER PREY.
TEETH, MOLD, AND VOMIT:
COLLECTION OF DISGUST,
ROTTING LIGAMENTS
MELTING INTO POOLS OF DEAD WASTE.
DEEPER, STILL IN HER PIT,
HALLS CORRODED FROM HER STINK,
MARSHLAND OF HER FILTH,
YOU ARE IN THE HOME OF BOG GIRL.
BOG GIRL
CHOKE ON HER STENCH.
WRITHE IN HER BED.
DROWN IN HER SHIT.
BOG GIRL
BUBBLING TOXIC WASTE,
BOG GIRL RISES FROM HER SWAMP,
BURDENED DOWN BY HATE
OF THE WEIGHT FROM ALL HER DIRT AND MUCK.
HER ARMS WON’T STAY LONG;
POISON SLUDGE MELTS TO BONE.
ORGANS FAILING AND
MELTING THROUGH HER BLOATED TORSO.
HER MIND IS FAILING;
ALL SHE SEES IS FRACTAL PISS.
HER EYES, DILATED,
LOOK DEEP INTO THE VOID OF BOG GIRL.
BOG GIRL
CHOKE IN ABYSS.
WRITHE IN HER SKIN.
DROWN IN HER PIT.
BOG GIRL
FEAR IS HER LIFE FOREVER.
SELVES SHE’S KILLED JUST TO SAVE HERSELF
PILE AND ROT ON THE GROUND AROUND HER.
HER LIFE FOREVER
MUCK AND VOMIT,
YOU CAN’T STOP IT.
FLEE THIS INSTANT.
BOG GIRL VENGEANCE
ABERRATION
FLAGELLATION
LACERATION
EXECUTION
EXECUTION
EXECUTION
WORLD’S NOW DROWNED IN FILTH.
BOG GIRL’S WRATH HAS CONSUMED HER.
WEIGHED DOWN FROM HER WASTE,
CHAINED TO ALL THAT SHE’S NEGLECTED.
HORDES AND HORDES OF MEN
COME TO CLAIM HER WRETCHED LIFE,
FINDING NAUGHT BUT HER
IN RAGS, BOUND BY BLOATED TENDRILS.
GLOWING EYES AND AN
EMPTY LOOK OF RELIEF:
NO THOUGHTS HEAD EMPTY
LOST IN CHASMS OF COMPLACENCY.
BOG GIRL
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9. |
Apathy
06:26
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LIES!
HATE!
LUST!
I’M A PRODUCT OF APATHY.
LIES!
HATE!
LUST!
WORSHIP ME!
WORSHIP ME.
LIES AND
HATE AND
LUST!
I’M A PRODUCT OF APATHY.
LOVE IS GONE.
MUST NOT DIE.
EVERYTHING’S FINE.
LIES!
HATE!
LUST!
I’M A PRODUCT OF APATHY.
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