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Regret
03:21
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It’s time to tell the truth,
A gilded mind, so uncouth.
I always choose to ride in the backseat,
So nothing bad will ever happen to me.
I usually avoid confrontation,
But I need to tell you before you find out for yourself:
I was never known for keeping my word,
But I know what I stand for.
A spine forged from hindsight,
I never noticed before now, the hollow serenity in this place.
Anger, sadness, hate, distrust.
So let me tell you:
I’m not sure why I’m here,
I’m a man still made of fear,
So much regret, living in me,
But I will make amends whether or not you see,
I struggle with myself every day,
I struggle with my mind’s decay,
“You’ll never change" they say.
But I don’t care what they say.
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2. |
Consume
02:15
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Feast on the flesh of the money-hungry grubs,
Splattered on the ground with no one to love,
They forever writhe in an endless nightmare,
Not enough wealth to pay the ferry-man’s fare.
Consume.
Consumption drives the forces,
Different reasons, Different sources,
Always lead by the same four horses.
Pool your assets and your fucking funds,
I see the men and the blood they run.
The suits have turned their backs on the young in the streets,
While the reaper and the devil eye off fresh meat.
So much filth in a clean-cut land,
No hope for the solitary man.
A whirlpool of words,
Those who lead still bleed,
And no one can prevail,
When a country lives for greed,
Its people always fail.
Your utilitarian eyes,
They pass over me and mine,
Yet you feed us lies,
And on our minds you dine.
With your steely knives, consume.
Consumption drives the forces,
Different reasons, Different sources,
Always lead by the same four horses.
Consumption drives the forces,
Different reasons, Different sources,
Always lead by the same four horses.
So let them fucking ride.
Consume.
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3. |
Killer
02:21
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There’s blood on the ground that we walk,
Forever spilled over useless talk,
Even ghosts can’t cease the guns,
And roadside bodies are counted for funds.
Demons claw at the ankles of our tainted heads.
Each wound gets a little deeper,
Each man a little meaner,
But nothing gets cleaner.
Fuck the class distinction,
Fuck the blue,
Fuck the white,
It’s all shades of gray.
There is so much deceit all around,
The lying media-men fight the war with a pen,
And my effort is the same,
For a very different purpose.
Young men die, while old men talk,
Not even safe on the streets I walk.
Let alone where the bullets are flying,
And people are dying.
Just let it fucking end.
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Bones
03:17
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I’m rotting away on my own,
In a world where I’m working to the fucking bone,
For a dream that I never wanted to see,
In a city that’s as haunted as my mind seems to be.
So tell me how I’m supposed to feel,
And tell me when I won’t hold this guilt.
I’m fucking scared and I’m fucking cold,
Choking on the lies I’ve always been told.
Evil reigns and nothing can negate,
What has been fashioned through a fashion of hate.
We’re born to suffer,
In this nightmare,
Faceless and cold,
Barren and bare.
Hold me close,
To a world I’ve lost,
Faceless and cold,
Barren, yet glossed.
The golden calf hangs in the butcher’s window,
Carve your symbols in blood then go,
The heart is just a target,
On a closed-mind market
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5. |
Descending
03:30
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Grey sky, see me
Black depths, find me
Slow my descent
Slow my descending heart
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Black Eyes
03:01
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As I look out into the darkness,
Eyes flash like neon lights.
Displaying the lust and broken trust,
Buried in each and every darkened heart.
So as I watch the endless ritual,
I feel my mind flay and fracture,
As if there were a soul who cared.
We're birds and bees bred with venom,
We're snakes and rats with good intentions.
We’ve been scratched and scarred beyond recollection.
We're birds and bees,
We’re snakes and rats,
And this ritual will be the death of me.
Anger, sadness, hate, bitter lust.
This is not what I wanted.
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FLIGHTLESS Adelaide, Australia
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