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Mary
01:34
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Her skin smells like the dumpster behind the clinic.
She goes there sometimes.
Too weak to be alone.
When it's cold she climbs inside and cradles aborted potential.
Seeing everything in nothing, she nurses them and gives them names.
The weak one was called "Jesus".
She pushes him inside her dead womb.
To bring him closer to his father.
She said that she wanted to be like Mary.
To be as pure as the decay that surrounded her.
Mary, Mother of God...
FUCKING FRAUD.
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2. |
October 21, 1973
02:16
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In these fields I plant my girls.
My only love in this rotten world.
The earth is soft under their beds.
Nurished with goodies from my shed.
For every fall they're sure to tread, uproot my girls, and steal my bread.
Another year, another lot.
I use their flesh to feed my crops.
12 gauge lights the night.
See them drop like flies.
"RUN MOTHERFUCKER!!! You'll only die tired!"
Dragged back to the shed, piled high are dead.
Sharpen my axes to remove their heads.
Fill my garden with their organs.
They came to steal buds grown in their own blood.
Completely eviscerated.
Their lives are celebrated.
My soil rejuvenated.
Cycle perpetuated.
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All For Nothing
03:27
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No matter how far you fall, it's never too deep.
I scratch at the walls 'til my fingers bleed.
With blood and spit, I paint a bitter portrait of my thoughts for you...
and still you can't see what I've always held in front of your face.
The air between us saturates like the ever deepening voice of regret that lives and breathes inside us all.
If everyone decided to walk the wrong way, do you think that you'd follow?
If everyone could taste the things they say, do you think that they'd swallow?
Spending day after day, hungry for flesh, but stuck eating shit.
Just speaking your name ignites a bitter taste.
Over and over my senses betray.
Too many reasons to not walk away.
Maybe my destiny is to remain a slave.
And continue this dark charade.
Try to forget all the games you've played.
I've only myself to blame.
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4. |
The Dead Machine
04:06
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Slaves to the trends of a decaying society.
Conform to the ways in which you are perceived.
Achieve acceptance by changing beliefs.
Recycled human refuse, so eager to feed...
Until your life is filled with more things that you don't need.
Like prostitutes in business suits, flock to your monetary feast.
Stolen from tired hands, to supply the demand of the dead machine.
If you whip the slaves harder, your dollars go farther.
DETOXIFICATION
EMPTY THE VEINS
CLEANSE THIS NATION
OF CONSUMER WASTE.
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5. |
Flesh Pollution
02:38
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I see humanities form.
I want to smear murder across its face.
And I refuse to conform, to the level of degenerate apes.
Discard you like garbage.
A rotting pile of vile human waste.
Incinerate to ashes.
Buried in the deepest hole hate can dig.
Rage fills my brain.
Blinding intoxication.
Hearded unto death like pigs.
So violently misdirected.
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