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Canto XXVIII
04:43
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Dirty electric sunrise, gold dreams of nothing, stained and cold
Revival pyres in the sun again, she never feels the slivers
She makes it so easy to lie when she always asks you to forgive her
Liquid black on the river bank, the cyanide of a lover's tear
Ask of truth and when I answer, listen to the wind and pretend you can't hear
Sister, you can't hear
The air is different out here tonight, heavy with a taste of soured dreams
Promises wrote and forged to my name, she cuts herself on the broken edge
The casualties reach the heavens, who couldn't see this come and go?
Turnabout taken to the tenfold but irony is not a word you'd ever know
So much you'd never know
Out from the sky, cut your losses now and say goodbye
Forget my name if I promise that I'll do the same
Go
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2. |
Veinblossom
04:28
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Staring into the night bleeding tears from the moon
The violent torment of the song that Hell croons
We worship the soil where the mothers laid their children
Now she waits for me to whisper "I was born to watch you bleed," now she waits
Godless and stained she runs through the graveyard
Tripping the skeletal bloodletting ride, she taps her veins so hard
We worship the soil where the mothers laid their children
Now she waits for me to whisper "I was born to watch you bleed," now she waits, now she waits
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3. |
Sedative
03:29
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I'm not gonna stop myself this time, gonna let it break on through
No heart to hold me back, wanna soak my hands in crimson black
I realize now that all I knew was just facade
Rabid and rehearsed again, parasites that crowd the way
Violent stupidity viral bleeding through the clay
Meaningless and sanctified words you never have to speak:
"Time to break the silence now, here's the purging that you seek
Scream for me, scream for me, scream for me, scream now my dying love
Show me what exquisite pain is, scream for me, your god above
Scream for me, scream for me, scream for me, scream now my dying love
Show me what exquisite pain is, scream for me your god above
I won't destroy myself, much better to take it out on you
My favorite parasite, choke it down til you can't take it
I can't control myself, won't stop until I've had my fill
Gonna force it deep inside, take it all
Take take it all, take it all, take it all until I'm through"
She tells me "this is suicide...but I'm not through"
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Copperhead
05:21
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Lies paint the panorama of the young
Optimistic splatters on an effervescent canvas
The melodies of sirens I was sung return today in echoes of abortion lullaby stanzas
Seek nothing find nothing
It's all prepackaged for you from the self-proclaiming wise
Liberty whispers of the past
How she buckles agony's grasp on me
Find nothing speak nothing
Dwell on all the nothing let the weight preclude a rise
Passionless surfeit fills up my veins
Preyed on by hollow deities that rain on me, rain on me
No guarantees but for the whispers of the stones on these trails of absolutely no direction we struggle to ascend
The silence screams, the innocence of her languid tones
Her raven hair that plays among the dead wind
Seek nothing find nothing
It's all prepackaged for you from the self-proclaiming wise
Liberty whispers of the past
How she buckles agony's grasp on me
Find nothing speak nothing
Dwell on all the nothing let the weight preclude a rise
Passionless surfeit fills up my veins
Preyed on by hollow deities that rain on me, rain on me
Suffered by the past, no more to linger or last
Lover thinks I've something to defend
Exhaustion for emptiness once before my eyes
From here on I paint my own suns to rise
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Marrubium
04:52
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Let's drink from the Lethe in my hands, baby, baptize me in hell
Feel my lips as if there's one more nothing in there for me to tell
Don't you feel the lustful majesty in every shadow behind the lies
I'm betraying an angel for you so lay back baby and watch it die
Keep it with yours above the dying embers of the sun
The butchered sky calypso dreams and bleeds on everyone
Now the hangmen kick the dead leaves and idly wait for dawn
This deception like auroras only realized when they're gone
Now angel's in the Bowery, my hands are drenched with guilt
And you and I are running like children toward the suicide we built
Codeine dreaming, black soil scars the blue
Suck my vengeance, nobody knows for who
Just like my angel, swallowing every lie
A crystalline facade I'm growing weary holding high
Keep it with yours above the dying embers of the sun
The butchered sky calypso dreams and bleeds on everyone
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Mute Language
04:04
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I can do without another tragic end, throwing dice to wasted lost cause chance
I've been down this straight road to nowhere, cleaning bones in a redundant romance
Following the white light, she cries for me to follow her
In dreams, at least, I only see for yesterday
It's Satan's promised chaos in the black bayou that laps this beauty made to be destroyed, the sheets that Pollock threw away
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
Today is only a fraud of what you see and I admit I never could have seen this come
Tomorrow's just another vacant promise that I still make if only to spite wisdom
In passion and confusion, vicious circles crash to pieces
Anyone can see a shade in blinding light
It's all too clear in retrospect these vagueries were here before and all too clear I won't believe my eyes
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
I drink down the sun where the sobs don't reach
Beginning to beginning, a loop I'd never breach
As I dream of the place the dust that touched us now lies
While a cloud-less day betrays a pale devil sky
Ocean from a desert and a storm from a stone
For the sake of a malady that I could paint my own
And it's only ever tragic to the ones it's about
Can't fault the destination if you authored the route
Tearing open scars to watch the dead leaves fall
Then to stitch it shut quick before it empties them all
And I'm drunk on the promise of an everlasting guilt
As I wait for an exit that I know I'll never build
Now I wake with the mantle of a stranger with my name
With his motive foreign to me and the wreckage now my claim
Too many places I could see as where it went wrong
And too little time ahead to remember too long
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7. |
Hunger Is Freedom
03:28
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Repetition breeds security glazed in the afterbirth of Ouroboros tears
These are the walking dead among us
Condition instinct to the insect drone nobody hears
This is your paragon of progress, this is your civilized hive
Take our souls we don't need 'em
I've learned that hunger is freedom, to starve is to be alive
Protracted suicide redeems us exchanged for silver for to gild up the cage
Submission dictates your survival, living to work to exist to work to exist and age
This is your paragon of progress, this is your civilized hive
Fuck our souls we don't need 'em
I've learned that hunger is freedom, to starve is to be alive
I've learned that hunger is freedom, to starve is to be alive, alive
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8. |
Dark Little Cloud
04:45
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Mass graves, I bring myself to the ground
In the sun no one sees you, no one can be found
Weren't you always my dark little cloud in the sky? Dark little cloud in the sky
We breathe, quickening the night
She lies, love me, kill me, either way's all right
Weren't you always my dark little cloud in the sky? Dark little cloud in the sky
On my knees
Weren't you always my dark little cloud in the sky? Dark little cloud in the sky
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