Crippled Minds, Sundered Wisdom

by Ramlord

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1.
Heaven is a lie and there is nothing I can do I live as a martyr in a meaningless world Life is a void and I need to be alone Wearing grief as a crown passed by blood Why the fuck should I feel proud? Watching the hearses Pass by my window An unfamiliar comfort Confines and controls I'm not the one That needs to die It's not as easy As killing myself Lifeblood Lifeless Lifeblood Lifetrap
2.
Weakness 04:24
trust and love dissolves out of our grasp we. only. really., cared for ourselves oblivious, righteous, selfish, self obsessed spending time constructing, a cage for yourself soles of my feet bleeding lashing out and losing their feeling blankets of misery suffocating the cold sweat drips, over my brow and into my iris life isn't my aspiration... neither was to- survive in a life of pain fill my wounds with money greed is your god, i'm not your slave this. time. your. wrong. feelingless itching reliefless pain all the joy that i've seen is fading away from me a smoldering crater is all thats left at the bottom i die to disease indignant saturation of this existence light illuminates the world- NEVER AGAIN stagnant and lost to history as if this pain had never happened to me, death set me free, i know i'm weak
3.
Eroded 00:36
ankles snared in thought expenses written off straying, away fraying edges  lashing tongues
4.
Enslaved 00:34
The rich vein we feed off of Rotting supports Bear the weight Fuck all…pigs Bowing your head Taking the blame
5.
Embittered 00:39
Weak inside Erode within Selfish and self-loathing Watch the cycle turn I'll do nothing to resist Embittered.
6.
As tumors bloom beneath my flesh, I begin to wonder why I pledged my trust in humanity and the answers it supplied Consuming only apathy, amplified inside Eventually I succumb to grief, the violence internalized Monotony of modern life, the context still unchanged Death may be the only release, the only joy I feel morality enslaved populism reigns as reality fades humanist plague
7.
Distant. Detach. Stop trying so hard Consume hard drugs and mutilate yourself There's a gun in my mouth Whenever I pull the trigger, it will always be too late. Buried in populism What do you love? Why? Pale and lifeless masses Why the fuck should I waste my time?
8.
Dependency 05:08
Cold winds tear my flesh I just want to feel again Blank stare into pale skies Huffing the fumes of decay Tattered cloth grips lifeless legs Pulchritude of bone exposed Contabescent effigy of life Decompose yet becoming whole Turgid throats asphyxed, Fingernails pried Untainted by culture Stripped of meaning True beauty manifest, to live is to die The texture of existence Is too fine to remember
9.
Regrets like dirty needles Some things never change So many missed opportunities I never fucking cared I fiend for solitude Missing social cues and pretending like I care I have seen the other side and no one was there…..waiting for me Hollowness I can't ignore Surrogate acts hide our fake smiles I'm sick of pretending I have seen the ugliness within us all But I wasn't too scared to look away… or bury myself in shame I close my eyes +++++++++++++ surrounded by smiling faces But I always wake up alone
10.
Skin Coffin 02:11
Growing old and losing friends What once was new is old again Socialized without success I rely on drugs to do the rest My skin is a coffin I am bound until death I close my eyes and let the drug do the rest Lying lifeless caged in my mind Pupils dilate, I am alone
11.
crushing my legs between the gears let the crust form over my eyes fields of grey cast no shadows wise men sit, with abrasive acceptance of the love for themselves relinquishing, control to the hand of the ever grinding state the massive pendulum swinging out of line a subtle hint to give in an epicenter of rot inside daily lashes on our backs not hard to tell, what's to come I choke and gasp to inhale the thick air I stomp my feet until they are broken and bare liquid swells beneath burning ground Under the bark, the wood is soft Fortunate if we witness this falling justice is only served in a bitter end sucking from their gluttonous master see the remnants line their lips streaking drool wets the knees dropping to where they sit Throne of shit

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released February 5, 2013

Recorded by: Will Killingsworth at Dead Air Studios.
Mastered by: Garry Brents

Jan - usurper tongue and nihil resonance 6(66)
Ben - Blastphemous degradation of the human spirit
Mike - Low souled grinder of the underbelly

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