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Someone Else's Grave
02:44
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Motherfucker dance on someone else's grave
Defending what you feel to be worthy, awake to the senses soon prevailing, for the root of it all I'm searching but I'm not having any luck.
But I'm gonna keep searching in the mud, wet and dirty, till I cut the strings at the filthy heart of man
Balancing the rights of the holy against the sins of bastards leaching on the blood of those begging atonement, but they're not having any luck
But they're gonna keep hoping till there's hellfire smoking on the singeing flesh at the strings of the filthy heart of man
Motherfucker dance on someone else's grave
We don't care about the social shotgun
Pull that trigger outside in the rain
Dance motherfucker dance, won't you dance on my grave...
Dancing on the grave of reflection with insightful genuflection
Regret is not something we mention, we just double fucking down
Motherfucker dance on someone else's grave
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Curse My Name
03:02
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From the day you are born you are destined for pain
Riding out of the storm but along with the rain, a curse upon your family name
While I'm breathing I am feeling all the curses at work
They'll poison the well, outright disdain is true
De-oxygen hell, spell out my name for you
A curse upon your family name
While I'm breathing I am feeling all the curses at work
Bring out the big guns the feeling is real
Curse my name in the toxic rain
At the savages hand we would perish in vain
But in my name I'll stand and along with the rain a curse upon your family name
While I'm breathing I am feeling all the curses at work
Bring out the big guns the feeling is real
Curse my name in the toxic rain
Killing forever
Curse my name in the toxic rain
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Trust
03:53
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Slaughter the weakened individual and lame, unconditionally we are vermin, pestilent rats. Compassion and empathy has led to a societal strain, purge us of the malady the fallacy of relevant facts.
We're learning new ways to eviscerate dreams
Gun down the young before they learn to duplicate, sad but necessary they are vermin, pestilent rats. Terrible afflictions will arise if you do not find a way to purge us of our malady, the fallacy of relevant facts.
We're learning new ways to eviscerate dreams
Can't find a way
Can't find a God to hear me pray
Fatuous what I say as I fear that my eyes doth deceive me
Can't find a way
Can't find a God to hear me pray
Fatuous what I say, I can't trust my mind, can't trust my eyes, can't trust a single thing in this life
Questions festering...
Are we bettering as we go on through this void of time?
Why not amalgamate your mind with the power of dragon's breathing?
And see if we can't find a line of thought with a whole new meaning
Questions festering...
Are we bettering as we go on through this void of time?
Can't find a way
Can't find a God to hear me pray
Fatuous what I say as I fear that my eyes doth deceive me
Can't find a way
Can't find a God to hear me pray
Fatuous what I say, I can't trust my mind, can't trust my eyes, can't trust a single thing in this life
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Envy
03:07
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SWEET PSYCHOSIS...LORD OVER ME...DIAGNOSIS...?
I confess an envy of the emotionally supreme
A disconnect I cannot bridge for love nor poverty
I'm sweating through life in a frantic haze of fever dreams
Reality looms like a toxic sunrise that won't bother me
Now I read between the lines of all the dark and eerie mass hallucinations I'm ready
SWEET PSYCHOSIS...LORD OVER ME...DIAGNOSIS...!
Erratic convulsions of the imaginary kind
The fallacy of a vision of hope and restitution
Confessions emerging from the crevices of your mind
are damaging to those in search of retribution
Now I read between the lines of all the dark and eerie mass hallucinations I'm ready
I've reason to doubt my own intentions, at times I sabotage myself
For no good reason I stretch my own dimensions at times
I camouflage with death
You weren't there in the white room, up on the windowsill
I was there WHISTLING AT BIRDS, they were calling to me they were telling me I am alone
I confess to the weakness of being emotionally naive
In retrospect no more than a passenger in my own life
When I can I will reflect in my frantic fever dreams
Erratically convulsing through the hellish night
Now I read between the lines of all the dark and eerie mass hallucinations I'm ready
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The Death of a Soul
03:39
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Sanguine energies are falling like the mist of the night, sinking in to the ground that shakes me.
A cloaked enemy is masking all your fears from sight, it won't be long till it takes me to the darkness far below.
My eyes are telling me the time has come to stand and fight, in the darkness far below the death of my soul.
Crawl the forest floor in winter. Pick through the pines that you find. The blanket of fog won't splinter and it's hiding all the horrors of time.
Fading into the darkness that ferries you away. The fog and the mist and the horror, the decay the decay the decay...
Death of my soul
Clutching with arms stretching, flailing, aimlessly all around, hoping to enslave the death of my soul.
Suck the blood of your enemies who steal your energies, right before the death of my soul.
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BillakeeZ Birmingham, UK
Grinding, psychedelic-death tinged hardcore seeping from the filthiest crevices of Birmingham
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