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A Reprisal
01:04
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Reprisal
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The Last Words
02:15
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Blood red staples,
Set to drown the noise of charlatans.
Tear off the head of god ideals.
Show me the supreme blasphemy,
And then we can begin to talk.
Tonight is the climax
To what has been festering inside.
I’ve seen the void before,
And I can tell you how I wished
It would not look back at me.
Your pain will be chemical.
As you follow me to the bathroom stalls,
you ask me what it is I want.
I want to be the one to hear the last words,
Screamed from behind god’s muzzle.
And don’t you see this as bliss? This moral denial?
The shattered glass inside
your ankles shine like Theia in her light.
As your discomfort begins to flare,
Your hands brace to omit instinctive prayer.
Your conviction is beautiful.
Here are your prayers finally answered,
This is what you fucking get.
With your prick stapled back to your taint,
I’m almost finished.
Now, as I put this gun into your fucking mouth,
You will find your peace of mind…
Sprayed across the bathroom walls.
Last Words…
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My lament rains black
On stones that hold your memory.
The new found agony,
I’m glad you’ll never suffer.
Buried an angel, in dirt unfit to know her.
Buried an angel, in dirt unfit to know her.
Of what was the reason?
I’ll never know the answer.
You left here in the dead of night.
Of what was the reason?
I’ll never know the answer.
I refuse to bide my time, trying to defy what is obvious.
It’s obvious: As time rolls around,
The cycle of life span, and took you forever.
I saw a burning moon over a lake in aid to what?
Here’s not here.
Here’s not here, and here never will be.
I refuse to bide my time, trying to defy what is obvious.
It’s obvious, It’s obvious,
It’s obvious.
I’m oblivious, I’m oblivious,
I’m oblivious.
It’s obvious that I’m oblivious.
Whilst alone in a crowd I see it: obvious.
On city streets, under a grey washed sky,
I ask myself why I am afraid to say
Goodbye…
…At least not like this.
It all comes back to this, a gunshot.
Buried an angel, in dirt unfit to know her.
Of what was the reason?
I’ll never know the answer.
You left here in the dead of the night.
Of what was the reason?
I’ll never know…
I saw a burning moon over a lake,
Can’t say goodbye like this,
At least not like this.
I ask for what it means, for what it means.
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4. |
F.Y.S
03:46
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The fire that burns me,
I only wish that it would burn them too.
Hope it takes up root inside their chests,
Hope it goes Ed Kemper on their necks.
Because I hate how they are,
Walking around like sick marionettes.
Dictated by strings held by self-absorption.
I used to relate to blind complacency,
I can’t feel the same anymore.
I used to feel like we could right wrongs not write wrongs,
Now I now that we will always be condemned.
You & me, condemned.
I can’t feel the same anymore,
I can’t feel the same anymore.
I used to feel we could right wrongs not write wrongs,
I can’t feel the same anymore.
With the roots in their chests,
And the fire inside,
I hope it kills them slow.
I hope it burns them alive.
Retrace words back down their throat,
This hatred comes from within.
Remove their smiles with scold’s,
The Zero World will always win.
I used to feel like we could right wrongs not write wrongs,
Now I now that we will always be condemned.
I can’t feel the same anymore,
I can’t feel the same.
You and me, we will always be condemned.
Fuck your serenity, R.T.O.
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Constantly moving
But not gaining any traction.
As cold hands grasp to freeze the wires,
I’m caught in the passing of a season.
And it’s always the same,
As seasons change,
I’m caught in the cogs,
Of the despair machine.
Slipping backwards,
As I dread the longest day.
For all the the time that I’ll spend waiting,
You’re just a phone call away.
It’s always the same,
As days turn grey,
You leave this place
And this place leaves me empty.
As I feel the rain flood the streets
Of this metropolis mass grave,
Do you feel it the same?
All I know is without you,
All that I can see is a city filled with tombstones.
Roadworks, on roadworks,
On roadworks, on roadworks.
They can change the roads outside your house,
But they could never change
The way that the sun rose to claim
All your best angles.
There were so many of them,
Now lost to winter’s upheaval.
All of this caught in the passing of a season.
A thousand avenues,
And still this city feels empty.
So on winter days,
I pray for acid rain to fall,
Because this place has no meaning anymore.
Without you, this place has no meaning anymore.
Why do things have to change?
I’m caught in the cogs, again and again.
A thousand avenues,
And still this city feels empty.
So on winter days,
I pray for acid rain to fall,
Because this place has no meaning anymore.
I remember when your warmth wrapped around me,
But now, your memory feels so cold.
Escaping me, your name falls with the leaves,
And I’m destined to walk alone.
A city filled with tombstones.
Forever, I walk alone in a city filled with tombstones.
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I saw all the things you’d sworn
Would make disappear but didn’t.
And now as your hand waves,
Outside a car window,
You show me this moment as forever.
And the moment is lost…
We’re rebuilding this inert thing,
You’ve turned into a statue.
A statue to mark all I’ve got,
Carved out from painful memories.
The scars will remain scarlet permanently.
But I won’t run if you try to show me this is forever
Show me this as forever.
I won’t run, If you try.
Try to be more than I could not.
Just a shadow, when you needed me most.
Caught up in the city shade Gainsboro,
Turmoil deep etched into stone.
I won’t run if you try to show me forever,
I won’t run if you try to show me…
Show me this is forever,
If not show me where you keep the gun.
I’ll put more weight on the trigger,
Than you can carry with your burdens.
I won’t run, if you try.
When mortality stands as a scarlet reminder,
Your friends take their lives.
Praying for a reverie.
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