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Traditional Poison
04:38
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Exist negatively.
Neglect is greed’s poetry.
Tire of belief.
Censure all life; your joy.
Hope of progress destroyed.
Tire of belief.
Hands and neck combine.
Stub the waning light.
Rising depths; false grandeur.
Distance from everyone.
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Far From All
02:57
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Preach your versioned ignorance, watch our pillars dissolve.
There is only one way that this will end.
Through our endless suffrage, how can we all survive?
As our fabric implodes, visions become contrived.
Influence en masse, controlled outcomes ensure your call.
Morbid virus; you are distanced far from all.
Exist. Punish deviants. Expect your future framed.
Glances from your window reveal it's still the same.
Desperate, you find some scapegoat, program their fall.
Morbid virus; you are distanced far from all.
Come forth.
Build your wall.
Crown yourself,
Far from all.
Our silence is consent,
For parasites to spread.
We watch our minds erode,
And then we wonder why?
Come forth.
Build your wall.
Crown yourself,
Far from all.
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Impurity Purge
05:03
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Wanton derision, no hope of repeal.
Left to drown in an unborn ideal.
Impurity Purge.
Shrouds of malice rise and displace;
Transparent mirrors of lives to erase.
Impurity Purge... fall in line.
I fall in line.
Suffer.
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Corrugated Flesh
01:54
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Withered unbeing transcends shores.
Havens loathed.
Void exposed.
Font decays.
Worship dismay.
Banished sculpture.
Ancient minds deform.
Banish the sculpture.
Re-adjust the norm.
Banished sculpture.
Corrugated flesh.
All you stand for, erased.
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Tragic Doom
08:58
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Pain lurks in shadows, left to surround.
Gaunt pyres raised to claim the sky.
Blossom in hatred, regress as one,
Feeble and blessed with false embrace.
Our birth - Our death.
Switch off what's left.
Behold our gift; perpetual loss.
Mute childless gardens immune to light.
Passing of time unravels truth,
Through waning spines, wrapped and unborn.
Our birth - Our death.
Switch off what's left.
Praise your lord.
You tried so hard.
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