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Genetic Gloom
06:08
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Crawling through body pile
Stitching slowly all their wants
difference is hollow
difference is hollow
Carnal hatred
Howling greyness
Larval statement
Of no-tommorow
Remnants of them
In my lungs
and under fingernails
I despise every breath feeled on my skin
I despise empty sounds of slowest slaughter
I despise selfish purpose of motherhood
I despise herds that builded their own gallows
difference is hollow
difference is hollow
Like killing cripple behind your eyes
Just to soon grow another
Just to soon grow another
I despise
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Feast on my Entrails
06:50
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And who are you?
Who you will become when your sheets grew eyes on them?
When you realize its not your voice you hearing
But you cant realize since when
Who is really watching?
Who is really watching?
Faceless Man in red coat was not
When you mock stupor but find it delightful?
When the phlegm understands them
And you hurting yourself in advance
When eyelids turn into bones
and seeing means carving
Every king can be found there
Every king can be found there
Rust, rust on their faces
I know i'm not here
Im anchored in disgust and lie
My cradle is rotten
Black fingers ream my ribs from inside
As i gaze into sky with learned apathy
And miss places i've never been
When venom is dripping from every wall
Only thing you can do is spit, spit and spit.
Every king can be found there.
Every king can be found there.
Come forth! All the proud maggots!
Lets feast on my entrails
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Scents of Regression
05:25
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The scents of regression
Ripped away my essence
And there I stand.
The Child is mocking me
The Youngs are fooling me
And there I stand.
The Terror itself covered the sky
I am drunk by visions of times
When the time was young
Im digested by visions of times
When the time decided to die
Giants are feeding on Gods leftovers
While livid oceans are fighting with deserts
And our own monuments
Are laughing at us
I'm leaving.
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The Great Tired Ones
09:37
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Through the black eyes
of agonized priestess
We were allowed to see
The gathering
Of faceless
Of whipped
And lost in time
The Great Tired Ones
Black chain of greatest lies
The Great Tired Ones
One were all, all were One
At the orbicular gate
Of final choice
The Great Tired Ones
Are feeding the evil
Damned by their knowledge
And chained by their flesh
Behold, the 8th circle of mankind
Behold, the eyeless eyelid
Behold, the black coil of tissue
Behold, the eaters of light
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