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Martyrs
03:49
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Acting out your sick dream, experience through agony; you're set free.
Tear apart prey you seek, subhuman void of empathy, entangled greed.
A slow death now.
Striking skulls in perfect rhythm, ichor pooling in the drain, beating out a song to please him.
Innocence of victim failing, crimes committed in the trance: self-sustaining, maddening, chaos, hate breeding hate.
Feverish work, violating, despair in turn, fallen from grace.
Acting out your sick dream, experience through agony; you're set free.
Tear apart prey you seek, callous fucking memory, you're not me.
Violence broadening horizons, mind is opened.
This religious adherence, falling, failing, watching as your soul dies.
It crumbles before you.
Violence broadens all horizons, the world is for the taking.
The work will never be done, finding new beings to corrupt and taking them down to your level of malignant rancour.
Die, narcissistic fucking waste, controlling every little thing I do.
Die, narcissistic fucking waste. Ending of your fucking reign on life.
Running not fighting was my first mistake, now I'm done.
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Stabbing Spiders
00:47
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False living, I'm scared that I'm just becoming neurotic.
It's fucking over my life, fucking thoughts in my head as I'm pulling out the dull knife and stabbing spiders that crawl on my skin, drilling through me within.
Withering this frail form that leaves me ruins of a forgotten past. A life that is gone.
Just keep stabbing spiders, wounding on each sick whim.
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Please tell me to stop.
Spiralling thoughts in circles with endless downward potential.
The tendrils are pulling me closer.
I'm falling deeper and deeper. It might be better to stop this.
Kill me.
Harm prevention before it's too late to stop the effect from spreading with my inaction.
Powerless to prevent.
Need to just make a difference, things don't have to be this way, but I can't help it.
Just one little thing, brutal and unrestrained begging for violence, calls to me for this tragedy.
Carving away, forcing this pain.
Release.
Irreversible.
Finally free.
It seems regrets just keep haunting.
No. I'll keep pushing onwards with renewed ardour.
Harder.
Just one little thing, brutal and unrestrained begging for violence, calls to me for this tragedy.
Call of the void.
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Panic Defence
01:32
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Can't say no, "let me go, get away".
In confidence you let me in, made me prey.
"Dearly beloved we are gathered today here to remember a compassionate soul."
Taken before my time, a killer is walking free.
Begging, trying to escape, crawling drenched in blood of my own innocence.
Innocence not considered.
Dearly, now departed.
"Not a bad fuck, but they weren't human."
Tried it out, grab a hammer.
Claims of a "Shameful, internal conflict."
Strike again, become addicted.
Wretched, inhuman, panic defence.
Trying to formulate a plan? There's already an out with these loopholes of cruelty.
Discrimination built into the law.
Raise the axe, cut them down.
Face the facts, don't hide the crime.
Try to insist, plead innocence when the message is clear, won't shed a tear, you're a fucking coward.
Try to insist, plead innocence when the message is clear, killing through fear.
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Husk
03:30
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Forcing habits for vicarious pleasure in those who hate unfamiliar traits.
Time won't save you, I will never fucking die.
Time won't save you; you will not survive.
Time won't save you, I will never fucking die.
Time won't save you.
Make your stand and kill this pain, an affliction.
Torment, you can prevent this.
Wasted anguish, pointless chasing.
Conforming to this world, it's not you.
A new life now for you. Just choose.
Pain.
Affliction.
Torment.
No more living in fear.
Persistent falsehoods - a disguise.
You'll end up as nothing - you're faking.
Lying to survive.
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Vilified
01:30
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Out of the walls, cockroaches crawl.
Vermin, the worst kind, pushing down what they abhor.
Misunderstanding, hatred with no reason. Hiding their treason.
Keep fucking down and watch what you wish for.
It's turned back on you.
Have you nothing else to do? Causing conflict when that feeling in you is starved.
No regard, needless cruelty,
When history's been written, generations have passed, you'll be the one with your name dragged through mud.
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Worthless
02:30
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Bodies are piling up, ignorant to your next move.
Carcasses in lost and found without a beating heart to soothe.
You're not worth my time.
You're not shit to me.
"You know things aren't as bad as you think they are, you just have to wait your whole life to suit my fad."
Fucking save it, you cannot take it.
Corpses are rotting now. You're outdone, just look around.
Watching, waiting when are you going to make a move?
You're debating all this time just for your complete inaction.
Not mine.
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You will suffer.
"I am god.
I will follow, controlling every breath.
You can't ignore me until the end.
I am god, your fate, your master, puppeteering every feeling.
I am god, your fate, your master.
You will bow for me"
I won't embrace you, I will end your chant.
I won't follow you, I'll crush you because you won't, you can't, carve wounds upon my skin.
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Try to please understand that, I am not the one you chose.
I just need time to help this situation, I just need time to end it.
Try to please understand that, I am not the one you chose.
I am just begging you for time.
You never seemed to have some.
Nine flagellating, self inflicted.
Grabbing razor wire, pushing further down.
Irredeemable? The lens is just distorted.
Take my hand, be led, you can be freed from here.
This is only the start for you.
A journey into, land for a blooming kind.
I tell myself all this but it's too late.
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My conflicted being, body and blood.
I try and fake with earnest. It's never good enough.
What is this I'm seeing? Happiness for those who dare to take charge.
Hate becomes a fuel.
Fear can't kill you, but the spiteful thoughts are never ending.
Jealousy is the underlying cause.
Pathetic attempts to deny a truth that's always been known.
Fighting won't get anywhere.
You've been down there; you know that road.
Choice is not in your hands.
"This is the age of sin.
Reject the order of creation.
Revel in the annihilation of man in the image of god.
Destroy. Plot designs of death.
Disfigure the face of man and woman."
I am not this, it's just churning thoughts and sleepless nights, desiring for an end to the fear.
Fear is creeping in, this tragic shell a reminder of who I used to be.
This fear is creeping in, manifesting far too soon.
For the lives of the martyrs to my ends, for the time I would have spent, I tried so hard.
I am not this, it's just churning thoughts and sleepless nights, desiring for an end to the fear.
Fear is creeping in. A fucking reminder of what I hoped to be.
Vision distorted, hatred reflected.
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Rushing blood, heightened sense.
Take the first way you see out, fake an excuse and say it's all great.
Why do you refuse to see that understanding can be standard?
Oblivious minds could be more than what you could wish for.
Trapped in infinity, a failure to everyone that you'd like to care for.
Circling logical bounds, searching to reason with yourself.
So you've been trying to figure out just how things got this bad, it couldn't get better from here right?
Confront it, you've got nothing to die for.
At least you'll try now.
Blade here waiting, time to make your choice, start hating.
Lose them all, give it up and save the dream, kill your friends.
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I stood before the storm.
The typhoon of enmity, internal and external was the only path.
There was no return, the pain was burned into memory.
So I wandered.
Ignorance breeds extremity, inaction ends lives.
Conditioned from childhood into this faith.
Frame the vulnerable as the aggressor and the victim as the perpetrator.
An outlook bred from fear, reluctance to understand.
Easy to be dismissed as irrelevant when you become the object of ridicule.
Resultant dissociation, detached from the physical, an outsider looking in.
The only way to survive is to not live.
I'd hope things would be different if we began again.
As the world began to fade, I longed for the time where no-one had had to die.
I remembered a time when I knew how to cry.
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