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In the Shadow of Doubt
01:30
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Every Voice Wasted
01:39
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Canned Laughter
01:07
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purpose propagated, reason re-allocated.
beneath primal engorgement the flock always suffers.
reality ingrained, rationality abstained, suffocating under the weight of the crown.
winding through a labyrinth of misinformation, we will tear you down. smash your fucking scumbag i.v. machine, force feeding shit to me.
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Burnt Hands
01:10
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wading into a sea of dissonance rife with the defecation and debris of a cause long suffocated under the weight of their stagnant guilt.
not a one of the herd with their heads above water.
lungs flooded with resignation cannot call out to the resolute for salvation, for they are drunk with the splendor of vices exonerated unto deification.
burnt hands can no longer reach for the sun, for the knees have been bent backwards - ???? (unintelligible) - to disinter virtue would be to rob ones' own grave of mourners.
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Useless
02:05
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Recut Teeth
01:26
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recut my teeth on your cold glazen skin.
trying to expose the sand beneath, for mine is whole and so is yours.
yet suspended above their mosaic of disgust, for all of our ablutions, we are all still full of holes.
recut my teeth on your cold, glazen skin.
misdirection interrupts our monologue of despair, offering recourse to oblivion.
recut my teeth.
forever betrothed to nihility. swathed in the mantle of the void, we find peace in our graves.
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Unity
01:37
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a collapse before all of your loyal subjects,
all allegiances and involvement questioned and denied,
staring eyes burn like branding irons.
their talk spreads like an airborne fucking disease.
great minds think alike, yet simple minds think as one.
words on the tip of your tongue, but you bit it off.
poor execution of plans, fine tooth caressed.
but all is theory until practiced.
you'll rest in peace when there's no one left to piss on your grave.
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