1. |
Leading the Blind
06:18
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I AM DONE. DONE WITH ALL THIS MASS CONFUSION.
ASSEMBLE ME TO PULL ME APART.
AM I A MAN? WHISPERS OF ARCHAIC VISIONS
FORGOTTEN IN THESE STARS IN OUR MINDS.
I CAN FEEL THE WEIGHT OF THIS COLLECTIVE TREASON.
MY KNEES SHAKE AS IT DRIPS DOWN MY SPINE.
I’M SO DONE. DESIRES LEFT BEREFT OF REASON.
FALL AWAY... BACK INTO THE SKY.
I COULD NOT BE THE LIGHT.
I COULD, COULD NOT SEE INSIDE.
THESE SEEDS THEY WITHERED AND DIED.
AS DID, DID MY EYES. MY EYES. RIP OUT THESE EYES.
AM I JUST DUMB? UNEVOLVED AND TOO DILAPIDATED?
CIRCLING FIRE THINKING I'M WISE?
IGNORANT TO THE DEPTHS OF THIS INCARCERATION.
SUBTERFUGE: THE BLIND LEADING THE BLIND
THE BLIND LEADING THE BLIND.
JUST RIP OUT THESE EYES.
THESE SEEDS WITHERED AND DIED.
I COULD NOT SEE THE LIGHT BURIED INSIDE.
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS.
I CAN’T LIVE THIS LIE.
WHY DO WE TRY HARDER
WHEN ALL THAT’S LEFT IS TO DIE?
I WOULDN’T HAVE CHOSE TO EAT
THE APPLE: THE TREE OF LIFE
I WOULD HAVE CHOSE THE WORM.
AT LEAST IT WAS NOT ROTTEN INSIDE.
I WOULD HAVE CHOSE THE WORM.
AT LEAST IT WAS NOT ROTTEN INSIDE.
NOW WE ROT. NOW WE ROT AGAIN INSIDE THIS CAVE
SHELTERED FROM THE TRUTH AND THE LIGHT.
NOW WE DIE. NOW WE DIE SUBSERVIENT: A SLAVE
NOW WE DIE. THEY'VE RIPPED OUT OUR EYES.
I WOULD HAVE CHOSEN THE WORM.
AT LEAST IT WAS NOT ROTTEN INSIDE.
I COULD NOT BE THE LIGHT.
I COULD, COULD NOT SEE INSIDE.
THESE SEEDS THEY WITHERED AND DIED.
AS DID, DID MY EYES. MY EYES. RIP OUT THESE EYES.
RIP OUT MY EYES.
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2. |
Down
04:52
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WE ARE CHOKING ON THESE REINS
THAT PULL US BACK TO SUBSERVIENCY.
AWAY FROM WHAT IS DESTINED.
NOW WE BEG FOR SCRAPS AT MASTER’S TABLE.
LICKING WOUNDS THAT FEED THIS RAGE.
WE MUST BITE THIS HAND THAT FUCKING FEEDS.
BREAK ME. BREAK MY WILL.
THEN WE WILL SEE WHO'S TRULY MASTER.
BEAT ME. TILL YOU’RE FULL.
AND SEE THIS DOG WILL NOT LAY IDLE
TO THE BACK OF YOUR BECKONING HAND.
I AM JUST A LITTLE PIECE OF INSIGNIFICANCE
LOCKED INSIDE THIS GAME IT’S OVERWHELMING.
WHY CAN’T WE JUST SHUT THE DOOR ON ALL THIS MESS?
BECOME THE MASTERS OF THE INFINITE,
AND PROJECTORS OF REALITY.
SHUT UP LITTLE PUPPY.
I CAN’T STAND YOUR YAPPING.
YOU THINK YOU’RE A MAN
JUST BECAUSE YOU SIT HERE WITH ME?
HEAR ME WITH YOUR SKIN.
YOUR EARS AREN'T APT FOR LISTENING.
YOU ARE NOTHING BUT
THE ANTIDOTE TO YOUR OWN EVOLUTION.
BREAK ME. BREAK MY WILL.
THEN WE WILL SEE WHO’S TRULY MASTER.
ENRAGE ME. TILL I'M FULL.
AND SEE THIS HIERARCHY WILL NOT BEND
TO THE SHAPE OF YOUR SNARLING FANGS.
I AM THE GOD OF ALL.
MY EYES SCULPTED YOUR VERY BEING.
SIT, SHAKE, AND ROLL FOR ME,
WATCH HYPNOTICALLY, CONSUME OUR POISONS.
WE ARE THE GODS OF OLD.
CONTROLLING OLIGARCHY AND DESOLATION.
WE NEVER WANTED TO CREATE SOMETHING TO BEHOLD.
JUST BREED A SLAVE FROM THE DIRT,
AND KEEP HIM DOWN.
BREAK US. BREAK OUR WILL.
THEN WE WILL SEE WHO’S TRULY MASTER.
BEAT US. TAKE YOUR FILL.
OR THIS STUPID DOG MIGHT JUST SOMEDAY
STAND UP ON ITS OWN FEET AGAIN.
STAND UP ON ITS OWN FEET AGAIN.
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3. |
Blood
04:53
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I HAVE SEEN THE EYES OF MEN
THAT ARE WORN AND AFRAID.
THIS FEAR OF DEATH
IT CURES THE MEAT THAT I MUST EAT TO SUSTAIN.
RED PAINTED SANCTUARY, MY PLACE TO FEED.
OH MOTHER-FUCKERS WHEN WILL YOU BLEED?
I WANT TO PLAY IN THE BLOOD OF THE WICKED, AND
I WANT TO EAT
THE HEARTS OF THE KINGS AND THEIR LIONS.
I WANT TO HEAR THE SCREAMS OF THE TYRANTS, AND
I WANT TO LICK THE WOUNDS THAT I'VE RIPPED OPEN.
I CAN’T PRAY ANYMORE.
INSIDE THIS GARDEN OF EVIL, NOTHING BLOOMS HERE.
I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE.
THIS DEVIL SMILES DECEIVING ALL THAT HE TOUCHES.
I CAN TASTE THIS SULFUR BURN
AS IT DRIPS DOWN MY TONGUE
INSIDE IT PUSHES ME TO SERVE
THIS INNER ANIMAL MIND.
RUN, GIVE ME CHASE, IT ’S MY TIME TO FEED.
SNEAKY LITTLE FUCKERS CAN’T YOU JUST BLEED?
I WANT TO PLAY IN THE BLOOD OF THE WICKED, AND
I WANT TO EAT
THE HEARTS OF THE KINGS AND THEIR LIONS.
I WANT TO HEAR THE SCREAMS OF THE TYRANTS, AND
I WANT TO LICK THE WOUNDS THAT I'VE RIPPED OPEN.
I CAN’T PRAY ANYMORE.
INSIDE THIS GARDEN OF EVIL, NOTHING BLOOMS HERE.
I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE.
THIS DEVIL SMILES DECEIVING ALL THAT HE TOUCHES.
I AM LUST, AND I AM SIN,
AND I AM THE DEVIL DECEIVING.
ALL WHO DARE TO BREATHE IN
THIS PURE LOVE AND PURE LIGHT.
I AM HATE, AND I AM SICK,
AND I AM THE ONE WHO IS FEEDING
ON THE BLOOD OF THE MISGUIDED, DEVOID OF LIFE.
I AM THE ENEMY. I AM A FUCKING LEECH.
I NEED THIS BLOOD. GIVE ME YOUR BLOOD.
GIVE ME YOUR BLOOD.
I NEED THIS BLOOD.
I AM THE WILL OF THE WICKED, AND
I NEED THIS SACRIFICE TO SUSTAIN MY CROWN.
I NEED THIS BLOOD. I AM THE DEVIL DISGUISED AS GOD.
I NEED MY DESIRES FED WITH THIS FLESH AND PAIN.
I CAN’T PRAY ANYMORE.
INSIDE THIS GARDEN OF EVIL, NOTHING BLOOMS HERE.
I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE.
THIS DEVIL SMILES DECEIVING ALL THAT HE TOUCHES.
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4. |
Echoes of a Drama
04:21
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I TRY TO RUN AS THESE WALLS ARE MELTING.
NOW PROJECTING ME INTO NOTHING.
SEE THE PIECES RIP AWAY FROM THE SOURCE.
AS MY MIND TRIES TO HOLD THIS TOGETHER.
MEMORIES THEY FELL AWAY. DEAD. GONE.
EVERYTHING THAT MATTERED
JUST AN ECHO OF A DRAMA.
EVERYTHING I FELT BECAME SO NUMB.
EVERYTHING I HAD BECOME JUST AN ECHO OF A DRAMA.
MY LIGHT HAS COME TO AN END IN THIS PLACE.
THERE IS NO DEATH JUST A TRANSFORMATION.
MY CONSCIOUSNESS BEGS FOR RELEASE.
DESPERATELY NEEDING TO BECOME THE ASTRAL.
I CANNOT QUENCH THIS FEAR OF SEPARATION.
NOW THIS SCHISM PUSHING AND PULLING ME.
EVERYTHING I LOVED BECAME SURREAL.
EVERYTHING THAT MATTERED
JUST AN ECHO OF A DRAMA.
EVERYTHING I KNEW BECAME EXTINCT.
EVERYTHING I HAD BECOME, A WHISPER OF A DARK PAST,
JUST AN ECHO OF A DRAMA.
MY LIGHT HAS COME TO AN END IN THIS PLACE.
THERE IS NO DEATH JUST A TRANSFORMATION.
RETURNING BACK TO THE DUST THAT MADE ME.
RELEASING MYSELF INTO THIS
DARK UNKNOWN UNIVERSE.
MY BODY IS RIPPING AWAY.
TORN INTO OBLIVION
BY FORCES UNKNOWN TO ME.
THE DEATH OF WHAT ONCE WAS.
I DID NOT GO THROUGH ALL THIS PAIN
FOR THE FLESH, THE FUCKING FLESH:
WORSHIP OF DISUNION
DID I FIND THE LIGHT AND THE WAY?
AN AFTERLIFE? A GOD OF SAINTS? OR JUST A GODDAMN
ECHO OF AN OLD FUCKING DRAMA?
MY LIGHT HAS COME TO AN END IN THIS PLACE.
THERE IS NO DEATH JUST A TRANSFORMATION.
RETURNING BACK TO THE DUST THAT MADE ME.
RELEASING MYSELF INTO THIS
DARK UNKNOWN UNIVERSE.
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5. |
Hamartia
03:04
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I SEE YOU HAVE NOT GROWN IN YOUR WISDOM.
YOUR FACE TWISTS, AND CONTORTS INTO SHAPES
MADE OF THIS CONFUSED HATRED.
I WON’T BE THE CARRIER OF
YOUR SELF LOATHING MORTAR AND STONE.
AND HELP BUILD THESE WALLS.
ACHILLES THAT SUPPORTS YOU WILL FAIL.
BY THIS PERSISTENT HATRED
YOUR HEEL WILL BE CUT OPEN THIS NIGHT.
YOUR EYES TELL A STORY OF COLD PAIN.
YOU'LL NEVER STOP SEARCHING OUTSIDE OF YOURSELF
FOR THE SOURCE OF...
THE SOURCE OF THE NAILS THAT DRIVE IN.
DEEPER: REVEAL HAMARTIA
I TIRED
OF BEING THE SOURCE OF YOUR CONSTANT DISDAIN.
I TRIED TO BE THE STONE
THAT WOULD NOT WASH AWAY.
I LIED WHEN I TOLD YOU I WOULD NOT RUN AWAY,
BUT I WAS SO TIRED.
THIS HATE MAKES THESE NAILS DRIVE DEEPER INSIDE.
THE HAMMER FALLS WITH FORCE AGAIN.
DEEPER INSIDE.
DRIVEN BY CHAOS INSIDE.
ACHILLES THAT SUPPORTS YOU WILL FAIL.
BY THIS PERSISTENT HATRED
YOUR HEEL WILL BE CUT OPEN THIS NIGHT.
CUT OPEN THIS NIGHT
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6. |
Eugenics
04:09
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HYGIENE. HYGIENE. KEEP THE SKIN CLEAN.
NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO MAKE THEM SEE.
THIS FALSIFIED ANTHROPOLOGY.
BLOODLINES HOLD ONTO FALSE BELIEFS.
IT WAS THEIR OWN PERVERSION
THAT CAUSED THIS MASS AERATION.
GIVE ME THE BLOOD OF ALL YOUR ELDERS.
JUST SO I CAN SPIT IT BACK IN YOUR FACE.
SHOW ME THE PROOF OF YOUR EUGENICS,
AND I WILL SHOW YOU THE POWER OF YOUR HATE.
OH RELEASE THEM. TURN THEM AWAY.
EXTERMINATE THEM. NO NEED TO ASSIMILATE.
THEIR DREAM. THEIR DREAM. KEEP THEIR RACE CLEAN.
HATE THE DIFFERENCE HATE SIMILARITY.
AN UNJUSTIFIED REASON TO BATHE
IN THE BLOOD OF THE ONES
WHO'VE BEEN BEATEN AND RAPED.
WHEN THERE IS NO ONE LEFT HERE
THESE "PURES" WILL FEED ON THEMSELVES.
GIVE ME THE BLOOD OF ALL YOUR ELDERS.
JUST SO I CAN SPIT IT BACK IN YOUR FACE.
SHOW ME THE PROOF OF YOUR EUGENICS,
AND I WILL SHOW YOU THE POWER OF YOUR HATE.
BLEED US, BLEED US DRY.
WITH FAIR HAIR. WITH FAIR EYES.
HANG US OUT TO DRY.
OUR SHIT HAIR. OUR SHIT EYES.
OUR SHIT HAIR.
OUR SHIT EYES.
OUR SHIT LIVES.
GIVE ME THE BLOOD OF ALL YOUR ELDERS.
JUST SO I CAN SPIT IT BACK IN YOUR FACE.
SHOW ME THE PROOF OF YOUR EUGENICS,
AND I WILL SHOW YOU THE POWER OF YOUR HATE.
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7. |
Swimming in Salt
07:51
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THIS IS JUST PARALYSIS
TWISTING ITS WAY INTO MY VEINS.
EVERYTHING IS ROTTING HERE.
NOTHING TO LOVE OR TO GAIN.
ATROPHY WILL TAKE THE FLESH,
AND BURY ME FROZEN IN THIS ABYSS.
MY FISTS ARE POUNDING AT THE ICE
AS I WATCH THEM WALK AWAY.
WHY ARE THEY LEAVING ME?
CRUSHING ME? KILLING ME?
WHAT HAVE I DONE TO THEM
TO DESERVE THIS ENDING?
I CAN’T BELIEVE THE THINGS BELIEVED
BY THE ONES WHO OWN ALL TIME.
THE TICKING TOCK IS A SLAVE’S PULSE
UNLESS YOU SPEAK FROM HEART AND MIND.
IF YOU TALK AMIDST THIS GROUP
ABOUT THE TRUTHS THAT YOU HOLD DEAR
IRONY EMBRACES YOU
AS YOUR FELLOW PRISONERS DISMANTLE YOU.
I CAN HEAR THEM LAUGHING.
STUDYING. SNICKERING.
I CAN FEEL THEM WATCHING
WITH EYES OF APATHY.
THE TRUTH IS...
THE TRUTH IS...
IT'S NOT THEM IT'S US.
ALWAYS HAS BEEN.
I AM NOT THE ONE
WHO WILL JUST SIT HERE BLEEDING AS I IDLY WHISPER
INTO THE EARS OF THE STUBBORN, THE IGNORANT,
THE ONES WHO HAVE TURN DEAF TO REASON.
JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, AND TRY,
TRY TO SEE THE WORLD
FOR THE NIGHTMARES YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO WITNESS.
JUST LET THIS CANCER SURVIVE. LET IT GROW
TILL THE BOMBS DROP,
AND TURN THESE LIMBS, BLOOD AND BONES, INTO SALT.
TRY TO SWIM THROUGH THIS DECAY.
BODIES LAY BURNT. ONLY SALT REMAINS.
I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.
DOES NOT ANY HAVE A VOICE?
LOCKED INSIDE DUALISTIC PATHS
THINKING THAT THERE'S NOT A THIRD CHOICE.
BREAK AWAY YOU LITTLE SHEEP
GO ON RUNNING FROM THE PACK.
THE WOLVES ARE HERDING THE REST OF US AGAIN
OVER THE FUCKING CLIFF.
WHY ARE THEY KILLING ME?
EATING ME? HEAR THEM SCREAM.
WONDERING FINALLY
WHO THEY WERE FOLLOWING.
I AM NOT THE ONE
WHO WILL JUST SIT HERE BLEEDING AS I IDLY WHISPER
INTO THE EARS OF THE STUBBORN, THE IGNORANT,
THE ONES WHO HAVE TURN DEAF TO REASON.
JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, AND TRY,
TRY TO SEE THE WORLD
FOR THE NIGHTMARES YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO WITNESS.
JUST LET THIS CANCER SURVIVE. LET IT GROW
TILL THE BOMBS DROP,
AND TURN THESE LIMBS, BLOOD AND BONES, INTO SALT.
I COULD HAVE NEVER IMAGINED
TO FIND BEAUTY IN THIS FUCKING MESS,
BUT AGAIN I TRIED. I TRIED. I TRIED. I TRIED TO
SURVIVE.
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8. |
Black Out the Sky
05:08
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HIDE FROM RAYS OF LIGHT.
FROM ALL THE WARMTH I GIVE YOU AS YOU BLEED
MY DAUGHTER DRY WITH NO REMORSE,
AND NO, NO CONCERN.
WHY ARE YOU SEWING UP THE SKY?
WITH NEEDLES MADE FROM CONSUMPTION
OF THE PRECIOUS GIFTS I LEFT BEHIND
TO AID YOU ON YOUR PATH TOWARDS THE DIVINE.
YOUR SKIN’S AS COURSE AS SAND.
I AM THE SUN.
I WILL NOT WASTE MY RAYS ON YOUR INFANCY.
I CAN’T FIND REASON TO SHINE ON THIS WAY.
I WON’T BLEED THESE RAYS. CONCEDED DISGRACE.
WHAT AM I LEFT TO DO? I CAN’T LEAVE THIS PLACE.
MY TIME IS DONE HERE. EXPEL AND RELEASE.
BLACK OUT THE SKY.
SHINE. PLEASE FUCKING SHINE.
TAKE THIS ENERGY BESTOWED UPON YOUR PATH,
AND JUST CONNECT WITH SOMETHING PURE.
WE'RE ALL DIVINE. DON'T STARVE FOR THE MATERIAL.
THIS CANCER IS FEEDING AT THE CORE OF THIS
EXISTENCE; BLINDING, FEEDING, AND CONFUSING.
JUST WITHER AWAY.
YOUR MOUTHS ARE FILLED WITH SAND.
THIRSTING FOR LOVE.
REJECTING MINE FOR YOUR LITTLE OBSESSION.
I CAN’T FIND REASON TO SHINE ON THIS WAY.
I WON’T BLEED THESE RAYS. CONCEDED DISGRACE.
WHAT AM I LEFT TO DO? I CANT LEAVE THIS PLACE.
MY TIME IS DONE HERE. EXPEL AND RELEASE.
BLACK OUT THE SKY.
I... I AM THE SKY.
BLACKEN THE LIGHT. THIS IS YOUR OWN BETRAYAL.
I CAN’T FIND REASON TO SHINE ON THIS WAY.
I WON’T BLEED THESE RAYS. CONCEDED DISGRACE.
WHAT AM I LEFT TO DO? I CAN’T LEAVE THIS PLACE.
MY TIME IS DONE HERE. EXPEL AND RELEASE.
BLACK OUT THE SKY.
PLEASE LET ME SHINE ON INSIDE,
AND AWAKEN YOU MY SWEETEST CREATION.
PLEASE LET ME SHINE ON INSIDE.
I NEED YOU MORE THAN EVER HERE MY APHRODITE.
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9. |
Rebirth in Reverse
05:01
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ARISE INSIDE THIS WOMB.
COME FEAST WITH ME. CONSUME DISEASE.
TRANSMOGRIFY THIS EXISTENCE WITH ME.
ARISE INSIDE THIS TIME. FIND THE BEAST INSIDE.
NURTURE THIS NATURE
BACK TO ARCHAIC SEEDS.
GET ON YOUR KNEES, AND PRAY FOR ME.
PREEMINENCE IS THE KEY.
SCRATCH THESE WALLS, AND MAKE THEM BLEED.
WALK THROUGH PLANES WITHDRAWN OF COLOR.
SEE FOR YOURSELF THE BEAUTY OF THIS GREY.
OPEN WITH THE EYES OF A CHILD.
THE WORLD FOR ITS WONDER, OR FOR ITS PAIN.
I HAVE NOT GROWN MY WINGS.
I HAVE BEEN STRIPPED OF FLIGHT.
WHY DID THIS COCOON BETRAY ME?
ARISE. COME SAIL WITH ME
IN THIS HORRID SEA OF MISERY.
WE'LL DROWN IN CALAMITY.
THESE WINGS WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE.
OBSOLESCENT LITTLE WORM.
NEVER TO KNOW THIS POWER.
WALK THROUGH PLANES WITHDRAWN OF COLOR.
SEE FOR YOURSELF THE BEAUTY OF THIS GREY.
OPEN WITH THE EYES OF A CHILD.
THE WORLD FOR ITS WONDER, OR FOR ITS PAIN.
I HAVE NOT GROWN MY WINGS.
I HAVE BEEN STRIPPED OF FLIGHT.
WHY DID THIS COCOON BETRAY ME?
I NEVER LEARNED TO BE PATIENT.
ALWAYS WANTING MORE OF EVERYTHING.
WITH TEETH GNASHING,
BLOOD SHOT EYES, AND AN INSIDIOUS RAGE.
I KEPT CREATING AN ENEMY
WHEN ALL I WAS, WAS A PROJECTION OF MYSELF,
THAT I TRULY HATED.
WRAPPED UP IN A WOMB OF ANTIPATHY.
A WEB I WOVE AROUND MYSELF.
THIS IS REBIRTH IN REVERSE.
YOUR WINGS HAVE NEVER BEEN ANY GOOD HERE.
FIND SOME PLACE TO DWELL.
AWAY FROM THE ONES WHO ARE PURE.
YOUR WINGS HAVE BEEN PLUCKED AWAY HERE
FOR YOUR OWN GOOD.
OUT OF REACH OF THEM PEARLY GATES.
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10. |
The Butcher
04:54
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I AM THE UNFORTUNATE ONE
WHO HAS FIGURED OUT EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE DOING.
I CAN FEEL THE BUTCHER’S BLADE.
CUTTING.
TEARING.
KILLING.
BLEEDING.
MY LIFE SO WORTHLESS IN,
IN THE EYES OF THIS GLUTTONY.
PLEASE KILL ME. PLEASE SAVE ME.
FROM THIS HELL THAT,
THAT YOU CHOOSE TO KEEP ME IN.
I AM THE MEAT THAT FEEDS
THIS SICK DISEASE OBESELY DEVOURING.
I CAN FEEL THE BUTCHER’S TONGUE.
LOOKING.
WANTING.
LICKING.
LUSTING.
MY LIFE SO WORTHLESS IN,
IN THE EYES OF THIS GLUTTONY.
PLEASE KILL ME. PLEASE SAVE ME.
FROM THIS HELL THAT,
THAT YOU CHOOSE TO KEEP ME IN.
I AM NOTHING. I FEEL NOTHING.
NOTHING HERE.
JUST A DYING DISEASED BODY.
BLOOD FOR YOU TO SPILL.
HYPNOTIZED BY THE BLOOD EVERYWHERE
I'M IN DENIAL THAT THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING.
I FEEL THE BLADE CUTTING INTO MY FLESH.
THE BUTCHER WORKS AS HE SWEATS.
I THINK I HEAR HIM LAUGHING.
SINEW TEARS AT THE BONE.
I CAN FEEL HIS KNIFE DIGGING DEEPER.
THE SOUND IS HAUNTING.
I SEE HIS LIPS CURL UP IN A SNEER
AS HE SMILES FINALLY CUTTING ME FREE.
I AM NOTHING. I FEEL NOTHING.
NOTHING HERE.
JUST A DYING DISEASED BODY.
BLOOD FOR YOU TO SPILL.
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11. |
The Evolution of Decay
05:51
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WHAT IS THIS? HUMAN FLESH?
I DON'T THINK I WANT TO BE SUSTAINED. SUSTAINED.
WITHERING. ROT AWAY.
AM I REALLY DYING HERE IN VAIN? IN VAIN.
I AM FEAR. I AM DEATH.
I AM JUST SOMETHING IN THE WAY. I’M A PLAGUE.
I CANNOT SEE THE REASONS WHY
THEY ALL PREY ON FAILURE.
THIS ORGANISM WILL SURELY DIE.
MAKING WAY FOR SOMETHING BETTER.
DIE HERE. MAKE THE WAY
FOR SOMETHING MUCH BETTER.
FEAST HERE IN A CRAZE.
EVOLVE THEN DECAY.
MAKE ROOM FOR THE CHOSEN ONES.
I’M ENSLAVED. I AM CHAINED
TO THIS FUCKING POISONED DEVIL SNAKE. THIS SNAKE.
I CAN DIG MY NAILS IN,
BITE, AND THRASH, AND KICK, AND SCREAM
INSANE. IT’S INSANE.
I CAN’T STOP THIS MACHINE
DRAGGING US INTO THE DEPTHS OF HELL. THIS HELL.
WHEN DID THIS MONSTER DECIDE
TO FEAST UPON OUR MOTHER?
THE WOMB THAT GAVE US BEAUTY AND LIFE
NOW COVERED IN THIS CANCER.
DIE HERE. MAKE THE WAY
FOR SOMETHING MUCH BETTER.
FEAST HERE IN A CRAZE.
EVOLVE THEN DECAY.
MAKE ROOM FOR THE CHOSEN ONES.
CARRY ME SO GENTLY AWAY FROM THIS MATERNAL LIFE
(IT ENDS)
CARRY ME SO GENTLY AWAY FROM THIS ETERNAL STRIFE
(IT ENDS)
DIE HERE. MAKE THE WAY
FOR SOMETHING MUCH BETTER.
FEAST HERE IN A CRAZE.
EVOLVE THEN DECAY.
MAKE ROOM FOR THE CHOSEN ONES.
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