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Mildew Pale (Prayer I)
03:09
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Pedestal Array For Dust
11:01
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Engravings for the rapes and pedestals for dust
Obedient after the lobotomy was performed
We gasp for the air we found in the most septic waters
Greatest parasites of them all
Filling the growing hole of potential disappointment
Pouring into carcasses of dismal
Birthing shelter for relentless perversion
Growing from the pressure, flooding on the floor
We look at the layers of the endless seeming downfall
Descending further beneath the soil
Entangled in branches forgotten, erased from the memories
Wretched from their presence of remembrance alone
But we swallow the delusion, throw up reality
Burying every glimmer of hope
We gag up forgiveness, eat the corruption
Incarnated from funerals long ago
Black vomit of tyranny, sin and tragedy we worship
For them we array the pedestals
Laying there cut up from the pieces and shatters
Collapsing from the only place where brilliance was preserved
Scattered futility for the victims everywhere
Carving slowly like the blade which once tore the skin off
Within the past times where at the bottom it was
The flesh which was tortured fell to the same fate once more
Yet we cherished it's wounds, we stepped into it's hell
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A million colored moths were crushed beneath my footsteps
Walking down the worthless paths I myself once chose to take
Like the caterpillars they once were, but reversed
Birthed, opened and reformed, but all of it was too late
Leaving all behind, from this frostbitten world
Disturbed by childhood dreams, my sleep never gave me rest
Catastrophes like salt in my eyes
Blinded by it all, in front of moving traffic I stand
While colliding, the catalyst of emptiness which I found myself to be
Finding answers where the worst of my scars come from
Against all my will I'm still crawling on my knees
Searching throughout strangers in eternal martyrdom
Another body to stack in the corner on the pile
Of the room that is spinning, which I have made my home
Hanging from the ceiling beneath rotting skies
Choking on my breath behind locked doors
Pressed together, all forced to imitate each other
For our amusement we all act in union
Caught in current affairs, teeming against either one
All in moving traffic going nowhere
Pressed together, all forced to imitate each other
For our amusement we all act in union
Caught in current affairs, teeming against either one
All in moving traffic going nowhere
All in moving traffic going nowhere
A million colored moths were crushed beneath my footsteps
Walking down the worthless paths I myself once chose to take
Like the caterpillars they once were, but reversed
Birthed, opened and reformed, but all of it was too late
Leaving all behind, from this frostbitten world
Disturbed by childhood dreams, my sleep never gave me rest
Catastrophes like salt in my eyes
Blinded by it all, in front of moving traffic I stand
A million colored moths were crushed beneath my footsteps
Walking down the worthless paths I myself once chose to take
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With Light (Prayer II)
03:28
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Light is no longer shining
Silent are the hymns
Birds are no longer chirping
Burned down are their trees
No substance exists
Gone is everything
Built foundations broken
Life is not what it seems
Unfaithful reflections
An empty mirror
A sea of tears
A blood red river
I stepped in the water
Just as cold as me
Promised to stay there
Until I'm drowning
It can not be corrected
I bit the hand that feeds
The only safe place
Now collapsing
Destroyed inside
Broken spine
For what was forgot
I pay the fine
Haunting memories
This was never my place
Gone permanently
In a glass cage
Without my wings
Every single feather
Torn out and ripped
Never getting better
Worsening violently
Sentenced to lifelong phobia
Hate this identity
Plucked out every flower
Where are my wings?
Distance left me broken
Separated pieces from me
Yet of each accusation
Guilty
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Fountain Of Guilt
07:51
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The whip of the flood has made us slaves to it
Infecting the fragile which souls are dissolving
Sewer water soaked sheets with blood red stains
Flooded fields and strangers drowning in chains
No importance nor are they afraid
Arrogant beasts wear the necklace of shame
Taking pictures, painting portraits
A burden they chose to put in a frame
A withering canvas where someone cut out the eyes
A collection of remorse and a gallery of scars
The taste of lead in the water from the fountain of guilt
With torrents disgrace flooding the cities
The burdens we carry are not heavy enough
for recognition To stop the flood
Collecting apologies for acceptance we starve
With a hole in our heart, morally bankrupt
The burdens we carry are not heavy enough
for recognition to stop the flood
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