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Futile

by Cauldron

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1.
Futile 04:30
Obsession in the sky, compulsion in the soil. All means are exhausted, all methods are drained. All attempts made are made in vain. It’s futile once again, and futile ever more. Amidst high-rises and monorails, Chemicals come; chemicals fail. Despite my will the morning sun will rise, And ignite all my failures In a crimson blaze of florescence. The morning birds still sing their songs, Unalarmed by the discord Of the shotgun barrel in my mouth. Futile in the way I fail you, I’m too weak to hold you down, Everything is sad and quiet now. Futile in the way I marched you An empire of sorrows, everyone knows Trying to hold you down is futile. Despite my will the morning sun will rise, Despite my want the evening moon will fall, And fall, it will fall alone. In the search for God, I found faith in a dying star Cast to sink in cold horizons, That soon will drag me in. Futile in the way I fail you, I’m too weak to hold you down, Everything is sad and quiet now. Futile in the way I marched you, An empire of sorrows, everyone knows Trying to hold you down is futile. All means are exhausted, all methods are drained. All attempts made are made in vain, It’s futile…
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Die as you’ve lived, Festering in bloodshed. Slit your fucking throat One less greedy, putrid-mouth to feed. Disfigured, disfigured, Disfigured yourself. Disfigured, disfigured, You bloated fuck, disfigured yourself. Blurring the lines, Disfigured yourself. Everyday you’re crossing the threshold. Everyday you’re crossing the threshold Of where principle dies. You fill your fat fucking mouth, When you should kill yourself. You’ve aligned yourself with the virtues of cowards You’ve disfigured yourself When will you look yourself in the mirror And see the truth? To live a life undefiled is to live vegan. Everyday you’re crossing the threshold Of where principle dies. You’re crossing the threshold. Blurring the lines, Disfigured yourself, Arteries clogging, Heart stops beating. Crossing, everyday you’re Crossing the threshold.

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released April 8, 2022

Prod. by Sam Bloor at Lower Lane Studios
Written by Cauldron
Released by The Coming Strife Records

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