1. |
Goatro
02:38
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2. |
Out of body observations
04:20
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Looking down
I see my body
Which I don't seem
to inhabit anymore
I wore it long
That old shell
But it has now
Reached the end
Of it's usefulness
And the time has come
To pass on
To the next dimension
UGH!
As my self disintegrates
My grasp on life fades away
Broken is the rusty chain
That tethered me to this place
Hoping not to be born again
Freedom from existence's pain
From this blackout I will not awake
I'm falling
Deeper
Down
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3. |
Busy hands
03:00
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These are not the hands
To be clasped in prayer
Nor were these knees
Made for kneeling
Not in servitude nor prayer
These hands were made
for great and terrible things
For acts to be memorized
In the annals of history
And the subconscious
of the whole species
From these hands
are born heinous acts
stories of which
Will keep children
Awake in their beds
Calling for mommies
Too scared to move at night
Because they know so well that these
Hands might be about
These hands guide me
Steer me true
Towards pleasures revolting
YOU WILL DIE
by these hands
On your flesh
I will feast
These hands will create
a global graveyard
And the road there
Starts with the first blow
FROM YOUR PAIN
I WILL FEED
NO HOPE LEFT
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4. |
Oceans to drown
06:00
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come and go
dig and fill
you’re the last to know
most likely last one to see the
echoes from oceans to drown
and drown I will, for sure
echoes from oceans to drown
and drown I will, for sure
don’t mind keeping the lights on
all these halos will do fine
I need nothing from no one
and I like it a lot
(from oceans to drown)
I feel fine when all is lost
(from oceans to drown)
Overcome by the waves
Wash me clean
Return me to your depths
look and behold
as I inhale the ashes of human fear
one left in ruins, go wherever you fucking please
I don’t mind
there’s nothing left to exhale
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5. |
Damned to Earth
04:32
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Can you hear me, O Lord?
Out of clay you made me
Cursed to endure this agony
Of burning mind
And vile lusts
These base desires
Trap us in these mindless games
Played for favors
And imaginary advantages
Over our equally lost brethren
O god
Why did you
Damn us
To wander
This Earth
Cursed
With the wish
To find meaning
in a world
devoid of one
To be
found
Humanity a meaningless spurt of consciousness
Marring a once perfect void of space
A short, dull buzz
A Brief flicker
And the universe moves on
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6. |
Our time has come
08:58
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Has there ever been
a time more fitting for
selfdestruction?
My suicidal urges barely
Kept in check thus far
Civilization an ever-swirling toilet
That just won't flush
All around me goddamn monkeys
Content in their golden cages
Whatever hope I once had is now gone
Our race has lost it's reason
Mankind in the grip of dementia
With glee we are sawing the branch
We are all sitting on
All we seem to be good for
Is sowing more poison into this Earth
Thru the din of traffic
I hear Nature
gasping in death throes
And only one thought brings me relief
Is the fact that at least we don't have too long
Watching the undulating waves
Of spreading delirious madness
Among this despised species
I'm reluctant to be part of
Feels like a grand joke is being played
But I don't know whether to laugh or to cry
Crawling like a child
I withdraw back into my shell again
Hoping not to emerge ever again
Watching the days go by
I hope that the end
Is swift and merciless
And complete
I am gone
Like I have been
For years
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