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Intro
01:45
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2. |
Casemate
02:46
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confront
enemy
in the
cracked
looking glass
heist of faith, clear as that
bankrupted redemption
revelations unveiled as youth departs
soulless bodies with arid hearts
cheerless, brimmed with regret
years passed, wasted
the ones who make it out will be widows too
the certainty of suffering, nothing is more true
contempt of being alone
the calluses grow
closed off
sheltered
wander
wayward
moments (endure)
try
fail
casemate
refuge
endure
try and fail
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3. |
Sophists
02:31
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of the outcomes set before us its confounding to be here
breath is short, aching bones of stagnant unfledged fear
a construct manipulated, allure of attainment
but potential has been cashed out to the point of being spent
solaced walls
tight shut eyes
take one back
to better times
like a dream
inside a nightmare
where all's going to be quite far away from fine
sudden recognition
a desperate search for cure
breaking hearts to fix broken hearts
character in a blur
serenity
never in reach
sealing this fate with a cursory kiss
bodies entwined in liars bliss
a sophists seduction for which we always fall
sun sets, another squander
redemption's road getting longer
struggles, too heavy to bare
wry
grieved
ceaseless
and steadfast
sardonic vision, remarks: derision
weary of callow hopes
minutes pass, full tilt brash
the fleeting will to cope
kindling embers
of exuberance
viable, but burned
the lesson learned
in a hex of loneliness
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4. |
Averse Arrest
02:04
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heavy viewers
for pill pop cures
and slim waste lines
without the work
indoctrinated masses revere the newsman
who's selling stories between the ads
patsy of the scheme
victimized in a dream
of a world conceived
without reprieve
to consolidate the means
the poor man
with the gun
assault rifle protection
its natural selection
for the starving
to starve
through hours and years, they are exposed
monopolized for the consumer drone
selling power of violence is met with silence
celebrity killers rank for villain of the year
opinions have two options:
pick one A or B
the gatekeepers with all the answers
to the sponsored way to think
awaiting the day
it finally breaks
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5. |
Ballast
06:23
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Crushing life
From the hull
From the face
From the body
That used to walk upright
And wear a smile
And force a thought
To burn the house down
So it looked
Like something never lost
To struggle
And walk away
Drop out
Fuck the game
Everything
That I've learned
And all the guilt
That I've gained
Speaks nothing
Of What I've lost
Our failed love
Exclusive gods
All the friends
That you bought
The abandoned bed
Where you slept
The empty wrists
That you bled
My voice
Means nothing
Dead, cold, lost
A sad bitter ghost
That took all their love
And buried it. Lost.
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6. |
Marginal Being
03:00
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You tie their hands
And break their backs
Into corners and into the cracks
Give them purpose and false value
Tell him it will all be okay
Every man has his day
His express train to a life that isn't his
He's got the bottle or the pipe
To lift the weight from his mind
To find comfort in the gutter
Give him hands to buy
A culture to sustain his hope
And to the martyrs
The few and few
The lost blood that soaks the roots
Exemplified, eternalized, in the truth
Who died for nothing and everything too
The land where a thought meets a bullet
Marked for death
Like a curse
On the skull
Sold pain for pleasure
Head held under
The death mask calm ever on
The legs aren't moving
The body's left
It's fucking dead
Lightless eyes
Crippled hands
All these years
Fucking dead
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7. |
Repose
00:48
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8. |
The Champion is Fucked
02:07
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belligerence brewing
constantly building
moments of peace
are more or less filling
struggle, the starving
unimpeded, restarting
more than a theory
imperative suffering
savor the smell as enemies burn
eager smile executioner
compassion's flight with a lions face
dominion has an arousing taste
this is your indictment
more than that, it fulfills
an indictment of myself
we're driven to this vice
horns head to head
manifest advisory's right
play the game you can never win
cursed
to covet
contend
and you'll see
covet
stoic and composed
the quiet
so loud
the weight
of having nothing
covet
those without want
11th hour
the champion is fucked
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9. |
A New Dark Age
04:40
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a homemade bomb on his chest
ground shakes, he heads to heaven
indentured, for the pitch
the reason the poor don't kill the rich
dark age
the god-fearing way
the smoking gun they can't discern
while their city on the hill burns
what it is and will become
calamity our gift to sons
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10. |
Crippled Wolves
02:57
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messiahs
saviors
carry
crosses
discharged
like a stiff drink
on your knees
justice prevails
when it's spun cunningly
black out
adapt
converted masses gleam
behind the ideals
on the face of wanton greed
heroes
villains
melodrama kings
projected self perception
on the page and silver screen
the vexes ail us
are pacified, you see
agents of seduction
keep shoppers breeding
the scarcity of details
redacted and redeemed
agents of seduction
make myths reality
the men at the top
the wolves of the flock
guiltless
violent
onslaught
blood let
forcefed
hatred
pardon
torment
the men behind the heroes are the wolves of the flock
libertines of the profit with our future on lock
black out
adapt
converted masses gleam
the story of our success
redacted and redeemed
black out
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11. |
New Skin
03:51
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With lost shape
And crooked limbs
Tune out the crushing weight
Escape
Bear your wounds
And bleed out
The fatalist
I'll be here
With new skin
New skin
Ripping nails from the coffins
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