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Trinity
04:33
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What makes ya tick: leave a hole in the world
Desolate effect all kind at fault
Barren and laid to waste radiate ceaseless and half right
Concerning affairs, tear down and resolve
All are sin, when broken and condemned
Nothing exists, you pull a trigger and tug down structures as fit
As good as rapture sucking up what’s left
Getting what you need draining boundaries as you can
None of it matters, when you sink teeth into treasures secret and sweet
Bones dried in vain, you are fed so who can blame
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The Mask (Plague)
02:40
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the mask is nothing new, just lacked incarnation.
The moss the medics grew saving transmutation.
You said, all death reserves a place in a salvation,
but I am seeing you with a gun pointed at the open door.
You would kill for your meager meal.
your daily bread mold in storage and hate supply,
flourished in sickness but not this time,
half gone dead but raised again
why won’t you see how I have been without so much death
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A WOMENS RUINS
03:30
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Fetishized my pain
Like I always do
Accessed ancient ruins
The mystic shining Fey
Without knowing I’ve touched on something new
Changed
You’ll notice revived in some way
Bald
An old women in robes takes her place
I
Become her and I have remained the same
What would you cast to know me
What would you cast to hold me down
In forms my parts were abandoned
What’s left can be restored
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Spiraled Cursed Dolmens
02:37
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Spit in the hand that holds the dagger
Lock of hair weights like the soul
Bend of sympathy
Palm lines extend beyond thyself
Wanna live my life in nonchalance
No one spirals like me
No one should have to deal with my foulness
Curse that’s only upon my house
Breaks with me
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Ground
03:42
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You’ve found the scared ground
Roman cache, buried blood and salt
Instead of saccharine imperiousness
Its the callous shell Feeling soft
Deer grazing tree lines on the day I didn’t want to leave my bed
Ambient rain song in love and accepting fate
No amount of layers could bury what I am
No amount of control could cull this kind of wealth
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6. |
Perfect Boy Sea Person
02:59
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I found my place in the sea people
No blood could trans*cend
My heritage is a fraud
Pedophile saints command murder
Your tear filled eyes petition
You’ll be my perfect BOY
I’ll destroy your civilization
Restart your copper sentiments
Your lack a basic emotion
You created me before I was born
Some kind of grab at your family
Not shy to remind
You should of drown me in Deercreek
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SERPENTSEGG
08:46
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Masks off
Drunken, lingered bitch, bipolar, wrecker
Seem modest, heavy
But I hate your body
You knew
Somethings off
Ticking girl-bomb
Jealous since the day I was borne
With this frame this cast
A molded horror
Would you be happy I’m freed
Was I raised by wolves that were my family?
Sheeps in robes? Situation monsters?
Vampires as saints as mother and father?
Reflectionless distant suckers?
You said you would always love me
But I guess I make you sick
How could any boy of yours act like this
In my head you left impressions
Of how to act and when to speak
This showed me to be weak
You were scared and you made me scary
I just want to be
I could not live in a home
Trying to be what you wanted
My archers aim must be shit
I couldn’t leave soaked in my convulsant pink vomit
I couldn’t escape through hetero-elopant
I don’t think you’d want me to stay
You said you would always love me
But I guess I make you sick
How could the fruit of your loins rots so quickly
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