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Chalk This Up To Assault
01:41
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awake within a void
operational cosmagonic missteps in stride
order my life
threaten me with false, solitary command
drenched in foul forgotten failure
the whores you serve
the whores you are
nothing less than shadows and flesh
chalk this up to assault
to whom you serve is in plain sight
by moral night you ascend to your throne
hindrance of faith your mother weeps
lead would be a good replacement of your fucking teeth
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Commoners Garden
03:10
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Within this world abundant trees flower fruit
Maintained within this garden of life
till and sow, till and sow, till and sow
until the fruit becomes ripe
seasons come and seasons go
false flowers have with light blossomed forth
together we have nothing to gain
law is law truth is truth
and what will be willed, will be willed
confined to the tropes of our morals
we raise our glasses to the host of this feast
look around to try and find the high priest
to seek his blessing for this meal which abounds
only to realize that we all lost our crowns
exit doors, trap doors, rest upon all your laurels
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Ships Of Mercy
01:02
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1922 Smyrna
rounded up like cattle against imminent surrender of land
noose in hand
dislocated relocation
exsanguation
examples made in towns square
excluding the storm so low
ethnic cleansing westbound en route
fallout shelter asphault syringe
ships of mercy
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Perruquier
03:27
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so pure the joy, the memories
equate these to nothing I can feel now
The ones within these memories
the ones I think, if they could see me now, would they be proud?
are now deep beneath the ground safe and sound
Perruquier, make for me a wig
One that will fool the world around me as they dig
This appearance I crave
Seeks to be annointed by the world in which I stay
awaiting the trumpets I long to hear deep within my grave
the grave in which myself there cold dead will be laid
Perruquier, make for me a mask
one that will satisfy those around that ask
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5. |
Spiritual West
02:04
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Death Sickness
01:11
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let's talk about the last breathe you will take
where will you be, who will you be, do you feel at ease?
cold vacant familiar faces
life is but a shadow and dream
possessions fade, spirit thrives
contrived emotions
with your judgments laid forth
sick in no bed do you lie
among the living, where you and your family will die
prostrate to the body that you once where
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7. |
Dissociation
04:02
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inspiration seeped in transcendent morals
accumulates to final accounts of failed treasury
Svaneti mountains bring me to tears
Mama pray for me, Mama pray for me
faults in retorgrade
present the in-time preservation of tainted past-tense
haze entrenched failure repent
leaukemia is tragic
soup kitchens I never stepped foot in
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8. |
Despite Loving Efforts
00:51
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maladjusted manipulation
ink meta fuckery
pixelated majesty
6 feet above the clouds
chasing a silver dollar moon
despite compunction and love
Jazz empaths of who I am chief
My mothers disposition was right
jealous sun and his jealous sky
as we walk in fields of blood
despite loving efforts
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what is that on your back?
two pieces of wood are intact
running against the grain
unmatched to the gaul of your past
You're being lied to, dear
why so emotional
why so emotional
CIA smack flooding your streets
Amelia Albright in court
My friend Daniel still has his house up for sale
with upside down decor
I can't and I will
fall short of the inspiration exuded
organized witness
to a cultish mind-witness of a dogs inner ear worship
colloquial mind obtained a secret cold vein tapped
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10. |
Raindrops
01:32
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the Great flood of Arrarat
the virgins tongue
I swear to the days still left
that we walk on streets of blood
As rivers of plenty
engorged by the sky
Walk to my house, I think of you, and this piano melody, sends me to you
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11. |
He Condescends To Glide
01:36
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above the firmament
shrouded in light and atmosphere abound
contrary means for bone in flight
only to observe the passing failures of the flesh below
ought not secure damnation pure
oohs and aahs reverberation thick
consequencial pleasure short sighted quench of passion
1965 secured me a position of power
under God's bright sun
unworthy truant of moral weight
faults in leiu of righteous cold water deception
I am he who takes advantage of the situation
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In cloud and majesty and awe
telling me that I should share my ploy
neglect the old time godheads
disparition
sense my emotional field of past tense
lay with me, bury me alone
staring at my friend, the faux oak cabinet face descends
pathetic cold reverence, bury me alone
lay with me, bury me
only the Creator will approve in humility
the blessings mispoke and retained by me
I am a failure under these dark clouds
pray for me a failure under God's deep pure blue skys
I am fucked
why am I alive?
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