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If there was a single day I could live ..
A single breath I could take I'd trade all the others away The blood's on the wall So you'd might as well just forget it And bleach out the stains, commit to forgetting it You're better off empty and blank ThEn left with a single pathetic trace of this Smother another failure, lay this to rest Console yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck Absorb yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself I'll chain you to the truth For the truth shall set you free I'll turn the screws of vengeance and bury you with honesty I'll make all your dreams come to life Then slay them as quickly as they came Smother another failure, lay this to rest Console yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck Absorb yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck Failure If there was a day I could live If there was a single breath I could take I'd trade all the others away |
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| 3:48 |
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Privileged, a chosen few
Blessed with our time in hell Witness a divine vision, the day we all fell still Rapture of the dying age, a shattered hourglass Wrath of the warring gods and so this too shall pass It's only getting worse Not worth a moment's regret Each dawn another curse Every breath a twisting blade What will be left behind in the ashes of the wake? An ill wind blows this way The edge of the envelope burns Forbearance and my vengance Payment for your intent Fear and death in the wings In thrall of those fallen from grace Petty is as petty does Witness the mass disgrace (Fear and death in the wings In thrall of those fallen from grace Petty is as petty does Witness the mass disgrace) God forbid you read the signs Watch for meanings between the lines Gehenna has now arrived No hindsight for the blind Your trust has been misplaced Believed the lies told to your face Became another casualty and now it's too late You finally made it home Draped in the flag that you fell for And so it goes The ashes of the wake It's only getting worse ... |
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| 4. |
| 3:29 |
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| 3:39 |
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Now you've got something to die for.
Infidel, Imperial Lust for blood, a blind crusade Apocalyptic, we count the days. Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine Army of the liberation, gunpoint indoctrination The fires of sedition Fulfill the prophecy. Now you've got something to die for. Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters stack the pyre Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy Apocalyptic, we count the days. We'll never get out of this hole until we've dug our own grave And drug the rest down with us, the burning home of the brave Burn Now you've got something to die for |
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| 3:47 |
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| 7. |
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| 8. |
| 3:58 |
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The knowledge that seeking the favor of another
Means the murder of self. This is the resolution The end of all progress The death of evolution It bleeds all life away. Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow. Brooks that babble the sounds of torture. You will one day ride To flood the banks of the chosen. This is the art of ruin. This is the resolution The end of all progress The death of evolution It bleeds all life away. I will show you all that I have mastered Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power. This is the art of ruin. |
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| 4:49 |
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Broken the paradigm an example must be set
Invoke the Siren's song and sign the death warrant. This what has been wrought for 30 pieces if silver The tongues of men and angels bought by a beloved betrayer I am the result what's better left unspoken Violence begins to mend what was broken You've been talking, I've been all ears. Words meant to dwell in darkness shall never see the light of day Words can be broken, so can bones Execute the mandate Mouth full of dirt. Your name removed from the registry St. Peter greets with empty eyes then turns and locks the gate. I am the result what's better left unspoken Violence begins to mend what was broken You've been talking, I've been all ears Omerta. Cheaply venal, stupidly verbose A slip of the tongue, a slit of the throat Six feet under with no marker Keep my name from your mouth forever. Free speech for the living, dead men tell no tales Your laug hing finger will never point again. Omerta Sing for me now |
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| 5:14 |
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The sore on the edge of your mouth
it mirror the ones on your arm of black tar you've known the ripping. And I've seen you pissing your condition into the dirt. I know you don't want to live in the dirt you want to know nothing but dirt you know you can't beat weakness. Kill the flux. Stretched to breaking an obscene canvas on a stretcher of parasitism. You piece of shit I won't say your name but I will say this- FUCK OFF AND DIE (sooner the better). You've shot out your eyes but I'm seeing that you cannot feel anything of worth. Know that you've pissed life away, lost in your narcotic dreams. Heart pumping futile shit through your veins. Why does it bother? I want to punch in your sunken face and see your dusty blood smear through the air in a polluted crimson arc, splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete. Moribund. |
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| 4:41 |
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| 12. |
| 2:18 |
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Archaic methods transfer
Through well in the face of mass denial. Bitterness fuels the mode For the escape of mediocrity. Stepping the grate, shattered nerves Ground down to a glass edge Carrying me away. Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire. A suicide mission destined to fail, A moving ladder to climb taking me away. I wouldn't have it any other way |
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| 4:40 |
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| 14. |
| 5:01 |
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| 15. |
| 4:23 |
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Blank stares from broken men
So withered from the poisons they can't remember when There were once honest resons Pretending I'm still here Justifiy what I've become Sanctify what I've become Amazing disgrace ... (how) sweet the sound that saved a wrtch like me Detter lost if this is found, best blinded never to see The race to save face, nothing now is what we meant it to be Pretending I'm still here It's a system now, intertwined Take your place in the line to be ground by the gears of the masterpiece Betrayal Justifiy what I've become Sanctify what I've become Suffered consequence It's been so long any piece of this made any kind of sense You anoint the kind, I'll burn everything down to ashes You givev, I taken away It's a system now, intertwined Take your place in the line to be ground by the gears of the masterpiece Betrayal |
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| 4:57 |
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The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made complete. I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone. Inanity rolls total through this sphere. Ostracized for clarity of vision. A dream unrealized of solitude that I should descend into autonomy & know the pain of fellowship no more. I feel nothing but a lack of space. Paradox of socialization results in duress. Rife with hostility, what has caused me so much hate? Humanity. Exterminate with extreme prejudice. |
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