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Overwhelmed by all of the noise
Flirting with the morning shave
Holding my breath to feel the void
Confined to this early grave
Swallow more pills
To fight the taint
Swallow more pills
To face the day
If i wake with a smile on my face
Put me down in the place that I lay
I feel no pleasure when the frost melts
And I'm forced to live another day
Fuck that I don't wanna go outside
It's full of snakes and rats armed with cyanide
I can't exterminate this feeling inside
So to these four walls I'll have to confide
Swallow more pills
To fight the taint
Swallow more pills
To meet your end
Don't trust
Don't trust
Don't trust
Don't trust
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.
Don't trust morning people
Don't trust morning people
Don't trust morning people
Don't trust morning people
So grab that fucking bottle
And fill your gut with pills
If the anxiety doesn't get you
Then the sword sure fucking will
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Devils milk
Tastes so sweet
Replace the need
For me to eat
Feels so good
Feels so bad
Another one
So easily said
It always snows in South America
I'm not talking about patagonia
It always snows in South America
I'm not talking about patagonia
The white lady
Embraces me
She stole my heart
But I have the key
Lips so bitter
Smell so pure
Can't tell myself
She's mine no more
It always snows in South America
I'm not talking about patagonia
It always snows in South America
I'm not talking about patagonia
Turn off the lights
Being of the night
Now the birds sing
Thier songs sound so grim
Just one more time
Repeating the lie
My time is done
Feeling this numb
It always snows in South America
I'm not talking about patagonia
It always snows in South America
I'm not talking about patagonia
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Kuru
04:55
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Sorcery of the darkest kind
Flesh of a son between the teeth
Affliction of the body and mind
Dug from the ground ready to eat
Laughing
Crying
Trembling
Dying
Just one bite can take your breath
Serving from an open skull
Like a curse born from the flesh
Born to fill the empty hole
Just one bite can take your breath
Serving from an open skull
Like a curse born from the flesh
Born to fill the empty hole
Before you serve the family
Will it keep evil spirits away
Witchdoctor tell what you see
If our kin is tonight's buffet
Laughing
Crying
Trembling
Dying
Just one bite can take your breath
Serving from an open skull
Like a curse born from the flesh
Born to fill the empty hole
Just one bite can take your breath
Serving from an open skull
Like a curse born from the flesh
Born to fill the empty hole
Look into their eyes
An emptiness unseen
Flesh of a human
Consumed by disease
Laughing
Crying
Trembling
Dying
Just one bite can take your breath
Serving from an open skull
Like a curse born from the flesh
Born to fill the empty hole
Just one bite
Like a curse
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Razorblades running through my skin
Blood fills the cracks of porcelain
The sky opens like the mouth of God
A tumour cut from the earth
Fingernails carry the scent of yesterday
Grieving for the living
For they are nothing
Chewed, spat out, left on the ground
No longer part of the equation
Birth is a rope
Death is a knot
Find the nearest Bridge
And leave us to rot
Birth is rope
Death is a knot
Find the nearest Bridge
And leave us to rot
... leave us to rot
... leave us to rot
... leave us to rot
... leave us to rot
You know you're fucked
When you only feel
The warm sunshine
Through the eye of a needle
The final chapter has been written
But the pages remain blank
The dust settles slowly
Blood stained red
And i lie awake, haunted by the screams
Of those who found, the missing piece of me
Why pay your rent, when suicide is free?
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Its not hard to see
The rot in the mind of me
It's not hard to see
Pathetic excuse so bleak
If one word could change it all
Upon my knees I'd have to fall
sharpest blade couldn't cut the skin
patience wearing so fucking thin
NO RELIEF
FROM ABOVE
PULLING TEETH
SPITTING BLOOD
It's so hard to see
The end of the road for me
Its so hard to see
Past the third degree
And I'm willing to break my bones
Before I lay my head on stone
A single second I've left unspent
all my wrongs I won't repent
NO RELIEF
FROM ABOVE
PULLING TEETH
SPITTING BLOOD
A busy tone
From a Dead God
Useless atone
Built with fraud
Staring into
the abyss
There's no meaning
We're stuck with this
Staring into
the abyss
There's no meaning
We're stuck with this
I won't fucking pray
NO RELIEF
FROM ABOVE
PULLING TEETH
SPITTING BLOOD
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Youth For Euthanasia
04:29
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21 never treated me right
But the free socks were just my size
Four to a room
No more to a room
Seem to forget from where you came
They'll lock you up and take your name
A cage for the lonely
Broken, abused
Plastic cutlery
Keeps us amused
Someone thinks he's holy
Who am I to judge?
he knows something i don't know
maybe its the drugs
Maybe it's the drugs
Maybe it's the drugs
smell lingers of a Rotten core
But the fruit still shines
Who dares pick it from the tree
Knowing it will never be ripe
These walls leak horror
Haunted by those who don't survive
These walls leak horror
I wont leave here alive
smell lingers of a Rotten core
But the fruit still shines
Who dares pick it from the tree
Knowing it will never be ripe
Gather round
Make a wish
Before you blow
candles or flesh
21 never treated me right.
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Aorta
03:56
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Cradled between silk duress
Your pale skin reflects the darkness
I can see through your guise
Just the lies pointed back into myself
ill be the mantis, you be the prey
both do a dance in this claret charade
Our dreams consist of flying through the arteries
of angels
of angels
dusted mirrors and infrared lights
A Pool of blood for our delight
We've never looked this good before
All dressed up, begging for more
ill be the mantis, you be the prey
both do a dance in this claret charade
Our dreams consist of flying through the arteries
of angels
of angels
ill be the mantis, you be the prey
both do a dance in this claret charade
Our dreams consist of flying through the arteries
of angels
of angels
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Feral
03:40
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Smell of iron in the air
A hunger that lingers on
What is man, more than beast?
What is beast, more than me?
Vibrations through the mud
Peeling away layers of flesh
Born from the deepest ocean
Washing away all of our sins
Isolated from my mind
Wild impulse I can't fight
I'm no longer in control
The beast inside becoming whole
Hearing whispers in the wind
a shadow follows through the night
Close my eyes they still appear
I'm starting to feel feral
Consuming
Consuming
Consuming
Consuming
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