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MOTIVATED BY PAIN
00:56
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Master and slave, taking orders from the urn. Burn down the bridge. Turn around. The sound is stern but it's just a crown. A thorn in your side. You hide. Turn around. Forced by flame. Blinded by a blaze of fear. A light that only leaves us seared. Singed without feeling heat. See the fire at your feet. Forced by flame. Motivated by the pain.
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SELF-DAMNATION
01:11
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Praying to a deaf god sided with the privileged. Drowns you in his blood and everyone else in their own. The fear of death drags us to the altar. Governed by guilt. Blind, broken, lost. Torn from the womb, branded with the cross. Submissive we live, confined we die.
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PRY
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Shackled severed hearts. Razor to scalp. End to start. Prying open their sore eyes. Bled dry but kept alive. The empty knowledge, the detracting gain. Fraudulent tree with roots of pain. Prying open your sore eyes. Liberation, no compromise.
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SOLD OUT
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Intimidation, suppression of doubt. Fear sells and you're fucking sold out. Deceive, control, abuse, betray. You're all the same.
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DEVOID INSIDE
00:35
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Beating breaking the ribs. Bleak and faded within. Mind losing the grip. Fragile in the skin. Devoid inside. A cartilage cage that wages the war between the forced open door and feet decaying above the floor. But the cord he ignored for better or for worse still withers the will that has run its course. Beating breaking the ribs. Bleak and faded within. Mind losing the grip. Fragile in the skin. Devoid inside.
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WRENCH IN THE WORKS
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Wrench in the works. When progression turns to regression will tradition become it's own prison? A trench where it will decompose. The bone shows. The putrid stench of death he knows. Skinned alive so the bone shows. Wrench in the works. Feral bastard. No one knows that sin is a lie so they lie awaiting the death he knows. The bone shows. Skinned alive so the bone shows.
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BÊTE NOIRE
00:55
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Shaking from the panic, you're taking your own life. Faking your will. Breaking you still. Compliant and complacent, defeated on your knees. Easing your nerve. Serve the perverted creed. Clinging to the cross when your neck is just as stiff. A sense of liberation as the shackles grip your wrists. Lifting the weight, the strain on your spine. Lighter now. Letting the fire in your mind. Clinging to the cross when your neck is just as stiff. A sense of liberation as the shackles grip your wrists. When every prayer is a link on the chain. When every minute devoted is a minute wasted.
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CHEWING OFF THE FUSE
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Hear the cries of the wicked wearing their own shame. Shouting louder, the plea for mercy. The screaming, the shivering. Wishing it would quit when they themselves barely flinched. Rinsed in the blood that never left them quenched. Hair pulled as the dull blade tears the scalp. Calloused. Bruised. Used and abused. Chewing off the fuse, the last few words you spew are those most true and unscathed. Unbathed and confused, you lose.
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GOD IN A CAGE
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Clenching tight the day, doubting what comes soon. Worry and regret. Inching toward our doom. A wasted life and a forgotten tomb. Scraping the surface, begging for one more day. Why do I bother when nothing's here to stay? Your god in a cage.
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RUST
00:50
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From monuments and graves, hands at the throats of slaves. Pity that I fell for your act. Transparent as you stand. Now through the looking glass I see the fragments of your lies, shattered and jagged. Once piercing my eyes but only rust remains. No longer blinding. No longer binding.
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THROUGH AND THROUGH
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So sew your hand to your throat and throw your thoughts, the seed of contempt that grows. Choking out what you think you know about life, about death, and your status quo. Through and through. I've choked out what you thought you knew, only to find the seed that grew. Threw it out cause that's all there is to you. Hateful and afraid, through and through.
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TARRED AND FEATHERED
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Sadism in the flesh. Torture for the sake of vanity. Face the mirror, selfishness reflected. You wear the guilt, tarred and feathered. Lives squandered. Teach slaughter to your sons and daughters. Human scum, I pity none except the voiceless you profit from. Piece of shit, vivisect yourself.
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FORCED BY FLAME
01:45
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The guilt: holding the knife. The shame: nothing to gain. The name: holding me up by the chain. Forced by the flame. A false light, a fading glow. Caught between the crevice of what we know. Age old thought, dirt in the hole. I will never forgive you for the days you stole. The guilt and shame with nothing to gain. The name. The chain. Forced by the flame.
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