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Wordless
01:51
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Illiterate Manifesto
01:04
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4. |
Humiliation Ritual
04:13
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5. |
What Who Why When?
02:04
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When I’m walking down the street
I see people glaring at me
Dead eyes that don’t know how to freak
They’re too afraid of what they’ve never seen
Don’t talk, you’ll scare away the guests
Those philistines have never known what’s best
Get weird, and never fucking rest
Because you’ll never know what’s coming next
What’s wrong? You cannot lie now
Who the fuck? is in this room
Why cry? When you’re time has come around
When we’re gone I’ll end it soon
You try to tell me how to live my life
Fuck your style, it’s so damn wrong
I’ll say it all, just one more time
Hope you’ll learn by the end of the song
What’s wrong? You cannot lie now
Who the fuck? is in this room
Why cry? When you’re time has come around
When we’re gone I’ll end it soon
What who why when? x16
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6. |
You Got Filtered
01:14
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7. |
Eclipse ft. VoidDweller
04:19
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Without a shadow of a doubt
We must get struck by the sword
Withstand an endless blackout
Then get crushed by the horde
Beyond what’s been written
Etched into your skin fabric
I need what makes me sick
Absorbed into your sin
I’ve fallen out of line now
It need not be defined now
Fuck around and put the sun down
Eclipsed off you’re done now
Walk backwards into yesterday, it gets televised
Blood straight from the wrist paints a picture of your eyes
It’s been a thousand years since I decided to walk backwards from the sky
It’s been a day since I said I’d die
Withstand, the shrapnel hour
I’m on hot pursuit
The beautiful details
I fell in the scraps of you
The garbage rots inside me
As leaves dance on this mass grave
Reanimate our zombie
And danced to be saved
If all else fails
Your arms are by my side
We can end today
With a pact of suicide
My broken skates launch up awry
Oh god I’m beyond alive
I heard the dancers as I rise
Into these smog filled skies
into thin air; despair
oh baby clutch it close; step into unknown
i don't know a fuckin thing; eyes agape at flaming ring
afterimage closed eyes, fade in time
but permanent embedded in recesses of my mind
oppressed by fate locked in combat; the blades don't give a fuck about where your mind is at
surprise attack but still deflect it back; always on like constant pulse from cardiac
until it stops, blood drain out the wound all pain no soothe; don't pray, no use don't lay
entombed by fear blade grip stay swift; diffuse no hit flames lit the burns profuse
alight, i use blood to douse; the skin slits open, viscera comes out
total ruin, desolation pronounced; don't know what the fuck i'm gonna do now
lives cut short no time, just survive; only focus is now, must not die
hatred lurking and death nearby; enemy's weapon speaks, i reply
we rally for the volley; as you stack up your bodies
corpse walker above the floor; unwashed masses you abhor
fly high, i want to see you fall far; beauty completely covered with scar
incinerate in eye of star; the things you were, you still are
i am not, i have changed; although some things still remain
i cannot, forget the strain; sentimental, for the pain
i've survived past my usefulness; but somehow i still persist
step forward, blade in fist; death is to reminisce
unsaid goodbye
unwilling to die
armored in abyss
eclipsed
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8. |
I Saw It There
01:56
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Sterling Bidler Des Moines, Iowa
experimental musician out of iowa. hit me up if you want to collab
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