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Nihil Fucking Lifeblood
05:51
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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
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Weakness
04:24
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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
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Eroded
00:36
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ankles snared in thought
expenses written off
straying, away
fraying edgesΒ
lashing tongues
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Enslaved
00:34
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The rich vein we feed off of
Rotting supports
Bear the weight
Fuck allβ¦pigs
Bowing your head
Taking the blame
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Embittered
00:39
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Weak inside
Erode within
Selfish and self-loathing
Watch the cycle turn
I'll do nothing to resist
Embittered.
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Cancers of Progress
02:32
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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
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Distant/Detach
03:03
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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?
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Dependency
05:08
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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
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Retrospect Dissonance
04:05
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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 thereβ¦..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
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surrounded by smiling faces
But I always wake up alone
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Skin Coffin
02:11
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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
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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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