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Wisdom (Intro)
02:35
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Poz Top
03:24
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Cowardice
05:31
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Oh mother of light
Begotten from your lunar womb
We rise now from masculine death
Into the fullness of becoming
Casting off the wreck of sex
Casting off the mask of gender
We submit to the subliminal
Beauty saves the day
There's no glamour in addiction
But there's fact in all my fiction
Let me outline my latest betrayal
Drunk on nostalgia for the future
Or a past that never happened
They're not lies if you call them tall tales
There's no glamour in abuse
Authenticity's a ruse that I use to justify when I fail
That in spite of my hyperbole I'm aware of my absurdity
It's my coward heart that dooms me to fail
And how I've fought tooth and nail to make it painfully plain
Ask anything of me but don't ask me to explain
Don't ask me to repeat it just wait until I do
I'm short of ideas I bet you won't be waiting long
Beauty is an accident killing me from the inside
Til one day this retching fragile husk finally subsides
I'm a conduit for ideas not all of them worthwhile
Give up while I'm behind for I'll never be ahead
It's my coward's heart dooms me to fail
Rise up
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The Mirror Jury
03:23
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Redacted
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5. |
My Darkest Star
04:03
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I am a monster now, yet still a man somehow
I do this as I must, born of primordial lust
Ripped from that bestial womb, four or five months too soon
This is extremely late term - oh what a waste of sperm
Blood lust
Cum will coagulate, a need that I must sate
I'll hate you the rest of my life
You're the reason I sleep with a knife
Ripped from the womb four or five months too soon
I'll watch you bleed and squirm
Oh what a waste of sperm
This is mine and mine alone
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Shattered
01:21
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Build My Gallows High
04:58
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"So this whore receives her first and her last customer"
This article of pleasure
This manual for murder
Our nightly slugwalk
Indentured diabetic
This child of God
This hellish artiste
This paradox reflects no colour
These vowels impurely stretched across
To make of vanquished hearts a drum
These tears will make this mud
This mud will make this clay
This mud will make this......
Your first, your last
Your first, your last
"Spirit"
This is the grove where I will swing
My feet will brush your teeth
My hands will comb your hair
A ballad scored for humming bones
Build my gallows high
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9. |
Angel Key
02:59
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10. |
Professional Anhedoniac
06:15
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Sometimes it's alright not to wish to continue
A life should be lived on your terms and it should end on your terms
Each person is entitled to decide they no longer wish to participate
Everyone has the right to decide to stop living
It's far more selfish to extend other's suffering than end your own
If I wanted to I would but I don't yet
Sorry to disappoint
Diamonds fur coat champagne
Cognac cunt cocaine
I rue the day you become my confidante
We collide in ecstatic lust
I've abandoned the idea of trust
And no one gets hurt as long as we do what I want
Red flowing into red
We dance the desperate breath
"But this weight is too heavy for me to carry
I can't cast it off without destroying my family"
Written large, in self destruction, anhedonia
Comatose nothing running but my nose
Guess I've got nothing to lose but my clothes
Anhedonia
Red flowing into red
We dance the desperate breath
IT'S YOU IT'S YOU IT'S ALL FOR YOU
I HEARD YOU LIKE THE BAD GIRLS HONEY
IS THAT TRUE?
"I just can't say goodbye"
- Audio representation of the first weeks of grief -
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