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Kronstadt
01:57
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False Flowers
03:52
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Standing agaze, as the albatross slept
sustaining bleak gnosis as mystery wept
salt of the earth speaks through the wind
I seek to be greeted by the albatross' grin
False flowers stand tall upon the mounds of carbon monogamy
his majesty approached me in drab plumage filth
this king of diomedea then boasts of his wealth
speaking in tongues, he approacheth with angst
falling at his feet, the albatross ranks cry aloud
False flowers stand tall upon the mounds of carbon monogamy
seed rejected by the air
accepted by the earth
till and sow, till and sow, till and sow
as the dirt rejects
the air doth accept
till and sow, till and sow, till and sow
concrete delusions, and the albatross' sin
the king and his men, they accept their chagrin
the sea and black memories breathes sharp o'er shore
the albatross king paved way for the whore
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Equinox
01:40
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Death tells its riddle
the cow plays its fiddle
the cat circumcises the moon
the moon then came down
upon humbled ground
and all that await was a spoon
the spoon lay quite harmless
the peasants were armless
awaiting the blood of the moon
when the cat sang
of a moon which was slain,
death took the cow by the hoof and put him in place of the moon
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4. |
Alt. Gisney
01:01
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Michael Mouse knew raw delusion
his wife Mindy in a beautiful blouse
quite a looker, deep fears and a well kept house
over supper they spoke of how God left them out
Mindy looks to petition the sky
take my burden, awake me by the flesh of my lips
their dog Earth sleeps sound near the hearth
false reveries with an air of contempt
A drug I cling to, a substance I claim
Royal prince, a false princess approaches
My foundation, disdain
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5. |
Cabbages And Kings
01:10
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Anchurian oysters, in part or in play
wrote a story with spit and with clay
lo, what is that you say?
venetian blinds, a sign of the times
if seven maids with seven mops, swept for half a year
the walrus trismegistus shed a bitter tear
take your shoes
burn your ships
leave the ceiling wax
cabbages and fucking kings
metadata folkloric utility
do you smell the technological depravity?
lo, what is that you say?
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Disgrace me, embrace me
Skin and bone
mud and blood
what pampered flesh
my veins are roots that anchor me to this world
rejoice for I've gone home
to be greeted by my faults
trembling sober remorse
the body is a faithless friend
turncoat to the bitter end
one day you'll all hear it
He is dead
He is gone
the fool is no more
please stand above me for once, and judge me, I beg you
rejoice for I've gone home
to be greeted by my faults
trembling sober remorse
the body is a faithless friend
turncoat to the bitter end
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7. |
Your Rope, Europe
01:53
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pseudo-correct admissions
is pseudo-death positions
false humanism
global intrinsics
no give and all take
here is your rope, Europe
do you see what I see?
a storm, a storm
rough waters in a sea of insecurity
then you'll awaken on a day
when its far too late to stop this globalist shit show
here is what you did
this is what you'll say
this is what you do
here is your rope, Europe
do you see what I see?
a storm, a storm
rough waters in a sea of insecurity
Set sail to the western world
new gods, false flowers
groomed pure for hermetic dissension
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8. |
The Architect
01:46
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sensations of gnosis
your morals and dogmas
deluded
who did
you think would be waiting?
British police
held by their teeth
awaiting their morals and dogmas
laying stone with the force of a storm
allegorical sovereign visions
delineate a cube, black communion
all that's left is the chaos you mold
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against fire, dry as bone,
no light shone through the cracks in this cistern
I can offer you nothing but pain
accept me, forgive my intentions
I am used by the air
I am abused by the air
I peruse the air
the water of life superior
can you hold water?
where virtues abound
I don't hear a sound
only deaths drum a'pound
we need water
we need life
we need light
collecting water at the hole
to sustain your tribe
how do you hold?
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What A Time To Be Alive
02:56
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fresh air in my lungs
sun on my face
feigned space
arms race
my brother keeps
smell the flowers, false flowers
in these withering hours
what a time to be alive
choose your side
what a time to breathe and thrive
eyes on the sky
magnetic cancer
don't look back
consumed by the war
now is the war
smell the flowers, false flowers
in these withering hours
what a time to be alive
choose your side
what a time to breathe and thrive
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I want to be wake but truly cant bear it
these heavy eyes sinking further with every breathe
I am lower now than I ever have been
I am able to hurt others more now than I ever have
It is I who sleeps in darkness
It is I who hides from the light
begrudged before a prosperous harvest
I lay my head down in the darkness, perusing the darkness
The wind carries my sins till the morn
My lies shine brighter now than ever before
It is I who sleeps in darkness
It is I who hides from the light
waking up in a sea of despondency
the roman soldiers breaking through a wall in my head
I'm awake now
searching for some kind of antithetical systemic help
once again I'm stuck sleeping here on broken glass
with high hopes this will pass
and when its done, you can catch me chasing the sun, outrun by sun I was chasing
sick of all this false humility
showing you nothing more than damnability
tie me up, bind me, drag me to the rivers edge
throw me in, teach me to swim, and leave me alone
It is I who sleeps in darkness
It is I who hides from the light
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wallowing in self delusion
willfully blinded by your flesh
wealth and filth are the gods to whom you give thanks
rivers of death and honey flow from their mouths
embracing the morals of the pig
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13. |
The Vain, His Vanity
03:30
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A mirror hung sterile, obsessed with a yearning for love
self concerned bones, delighting in dust
why do you beg at the well which is dry
just to lay there and cry
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