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About Hope
05:39
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This is about hope, it is about hating all the waiting. An instrument based primal scream for all the people who's wounds refuse to be sown shut. Crumbs on the table, splinters underneath my nails, I started screaming just to howl down the loud silence of truth. Telepathic torture based snuff and gonorrhea, equally unjust as just to sell my money. You won't hear me whisper what it costs.
I hope death'll be slow, I hope it'll be painful, I hope it comes soon, I hope it comes soon. I hope death'll be slow, I hope it'll be painful, I hope it comes soon, I hope it comes soon.
(Stereotype rock “yeah”)
Hope it comes soon, hope it comes soon, hope it comes slow, hope it comes painful. Hope it comes soon, hope it comes soon, hope it comes slow, hope it comes painful.
It's a fucking pain to breathe, a pain to eat, a pain to bleed, a pain to pay with darkness for a lightbeam. Misantrophist foetus, hell can't even tame us. Eternity is in my tomb, it is engraved into every other brick in the wall. Knee-deep into ashes in my mausoleum. Justice will be served one day, and what a day but it won't come served upon a silver plate.
I can wait but waiting bores me out, I'm a script without a story. I can wait but waiting bores me out, I'm not ashamed, I am sorry.
I hope death'll be slow and I hope it'll be painful.
And I hope you die too.
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Tumble Traveling
04:55
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He doesn't have any real friends, just some guys who follow him when he want his balls licked. He can suck his own dick! Testosteronal sweatty scent. He's a human accident!
“Don't look at us like that!”
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High Zest
04:51
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Bleak and disdained, it stands in your place. A lightweight cascade, a transparent face. It opens with ease and it does as you please. You wouldn't still be the same if you went through its pain.
It's cold but it burns, it's cold but it burns, it's cold but it burns, it's cold but it burns — for you!
It's objectified from your selfish needs, your lustful greed and your sexist deeds. Its gender strength you cut to the quick. Now it always crawls because it can't stand to fall.
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Icarus
07:26
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Live long, have kids, go to work, walk the pavement, watch TV. Good grades, well paid, whitened teeth. Buy more, eat less, read the news, drive cars, make loans, wash your hair, be convinced that you are free.
Made wings out of feathers and wax and tried to fly. Flew higher ’til you reached the limit of the sky. You were on top of the world but the sun was in your eyes. The wax started melting and the feathers burned oh so bright.
“I’m not convinced that I am free. I’ve got no grades, and I’m not paid!”
Your tower stood so tall the whole world watched you fall. A dive to heaven’s gate, you argued with the stars. They wouldn’t let you in, they said you were too thin, they said you needed skin. You’ve got feathers but no fins. I would never forget the night I saw your golden tail tear the vault apart. You lived too long and walked too many pavements in your life. Oh, Icarus! Oh, Icarus! Oh, Icarus! Oh, Icarus!
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Limestone
04:02
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We weren't feeling good, we killed each others moods, you thought you hurt me so I said you didn't do. You felt much less than me. In time you said I'll see that things they will progress. With rain we grow.
You were hours late, I knew our fate, I blamed myself for your newfound hate. We weren't feeling good, we killed each others moods, you looked right past my eyes. With rain we grow. I thank you for that now. I won't misunderstand that love is nothing planned. I might never with you stand.
Now I am older, my heart has gone colder. The past is illusion, the future is over. Now you are older, your heart is unsettled. But I'm undoubtful that I fill your volume.
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Venom Vomiting Worm
05:41
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(Incomprehensible screaming)
Red trail, cold blood, fight back, don't start.
Who wants what they have when they've got it is who still plays the game when they've won it. If they swim while they drown they might make it but if they flap while they fall they will fly away.
Dark mood, high bridge, gray goo, last words.
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