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Intro
03:08
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2. |
I want
06:54
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I WANT
I want
I want you
I want all of you
I want all of you to
to disappear
in a black cloud of spite
i want you
I want your every atom
to disgregate
I want
I want you
I want for all of you
to have never existed
to be erased
annihilated
to be forgotten
discarded
the dreadful stench of your memory
to be burnt
If I had a big enough noose
for all your necks
A cull
a well honed scythe
thirteen thousand kilometres wide
I would use it
on all of you
and your families
and your friends
and everybody else
in the past
present
and future
tears of joy will run on my cheeks
while I decimate
I mangle
I crush
I delete
everything that's never been me
and once all of history
is just speck of soot
I will stand alone
in the warm comfort
of absence and void
I want
I want you
I want all of you
I want each and every one of you
get out
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3. |
Opaque
05:50
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Broken
jumbled
disconnected
loose ends
threads and smut
I get smaller and smaller
as time consumes everything
the book of the dead
used as pornography
another chip off my shoulder
a notch on my wall
isolation
burial
obsessive masturbation rituals
a complex web of patterns
each worse than the other
cutting and grinding
until everything is smooth
opaque
and the deepest black
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4. |
The Worms Are Waiting
10:56
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My face
my bones
my thoughts
my tongue
my menories
they’ll be buried
they will rot
forgotten
dispersed
gone
but there’s a sparkle
a light
reassuring and soft
an absolute
eternal truth
and I embrace it
You’re all coming down with me
no exceptions
no escape
the worms are waiting
and they’ll never go hungry
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5. |
Sedated
06:00
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Waking up
every day
to the heavy weight of regret
and years of encrusted cum
an impression of wasted flesh and time
a collection
of dubious erections
mistakes
excuses
always looking for more
and failing
again and again
sedated
stupid
numb
oblivious to every fucking thing
lost
staring at grey areas
architecture of failure
fetishization of collapse
and waking up again
and again
and again
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6. |
Apocalypsis
05:52
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Tight
until you go blank
until your brain cracks
and conscience crumbles
on the brink of death
blinking back in circles
and pulses
penetration and oblivion
digging in your wet, swollen mouth
gagging and spitting and crying
drowning in the sweet comfort
of past, present and future abuse
it's never too much
beyond and beneath
tight
until you forget
squeezing thought out of your neck
distilling cum and dread
apocalypsis
black and white
asphyxiation
denial
a simulacrum of what we're too small to get
tight
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7. |
Need
03:59
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Feel the need
feel the need
feel the need
feed the need
make it grow
let it fucking blow up
engulf and submerge
drown yourself in it
indulge and revel
spill over
go beyond
let it eat you alive
fucking own it
become your need
obliterate everything else
napalm fistfuck
let it explode
death and glory
excess and power
reductio ad nihil
per taeter ad lucem
feel the need
feel the need
feel the need
feed the need
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8. |
High On Disease
11:01
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Livid
sore
swollen
throbbing
twitching
and it keeps on going
until there’s no more skin to ruin
no more flesh to desecrate
not a drop wasted
not an inch missed
it’s not over yet
and you want more and more
heavier
stronger
deeper
high on disease
sucking on despair
like it’s the juiciest dick
torn apart
scattered
smothered
discarded
will you go the extra mile this time?
will you walk the plank?
what’s on the other side?
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