1. |
Death Of The Author
04:00
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We drag these leaden soles back to Salem
Raise our spear to the demon's throat
Sheathe our blades in the breast of Adam
Wash his ribs in the dirt
Silk and silver
Gold and lace
It binds our spirit
Tied in place
And with these tawdry trinkets strut these peacock pageant draperies
Our hands of brass will raise a mirror up against the emptiness we veil and turn to stone
We drag these leaden soles back to Salem
Raise our spear to the demon's throat
Sheathe our blades in the breast of Adam
Wash his ribs in the dirt
Do not adornments make a man?
Is ‘woman’ but an act upon a stage?
Conform to fit another’s plan
And let the creature starve inside the cage?
The wellspring pulses thus we sip the stagnant water from the source
The holy grail cuts our lips upon the rim and yet we drink our fill
(FRUIT WILL ROT) on Eden’s ripest branches
(LET IT DROP) And feed the maggots
As a milky sweet glaucoma clouds the iris turn to face the basilisk and turn to stone
We drag these leaden soles back to Salem
Raise our spear to the demon's throat
Sheathe our blades in the breast of Adam
Wash his ribs in the dirt
Fruit will rot upon the holiest of branches
Unless we cut it off
The author is dead
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2. |
Grief Seed
03:27
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Six months is far too long to live without a pulse
Forgiveness is overrated, and hatred’s sweet embrace is
A comfort, surely needed
A cure, for the cancer
I hope you find that every inch that you cut
Is a foot below the ground
And that your safehouse walls will burn right down
And when you find that you can’t open the door
It’ll become your mausoleum
I hope the bones that you leave behind
Are never found
Let loose the demons that are coursing through your veins
Your wish came true today these are just growing pains
Grin and bear it
Grit your teeth
I hope you find that every inch that you cut
Is a foot below the ground
And that your safehouse walls will burn right down
And when you find that you can’t open the door
It’ll become your mausoleum
I hope the bones that you leave behind
Are never found
This is a mistake
Pressed in between the bricks of the hospital walls
He led you here to show you life’s true purpose
When clearest blue fades to black
And the mirror cracks
Will you still believe your
Wish was worth it?
This is a mistake
I hope you find that every inch that you cut
Is a foot below the ground
And that your safehouse walls will burn right down
And when you find that you can’t open the door
It’ll become your mausoleum
I hope the bones that you leave behind
Are never found
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3. |
Heliotrope
04:02
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Where are the stars to guide me?
Where are the angels?
With fury since descended
My own momentum
Staggers to nil against the tide
Divided heart and mind
Pure air and electricity
Cold fire, a sea of dark, a golden spark…
Executive dysfunction
The bitter pill gets swallowed all the way down
The rotten eggshell cracks and
Spews forth corruption
Stagnating indecision
Cold fire, a sea of dark, a golden spark…
Everything will succumb to entropy
Swaying with the tides
Back and forth again
Holding on to the end of everything
Hand outstretched towards the light
Executive dysfunction
The bitter pill gets swallowed all the way down
I have nothing left to give
I lose the path and deviate
I lose myself beneath the waves
In shadows dark I incubate
Frustrated, I procrastinate
I reach to find the force of will
To guide my hand, to see me through
But everything returns to nil
My fingers find the bitter pill…
And so I swallow it down
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5. |
Divine
02:23
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I am the lord among the flies
Right hand
Prince of Hell
Will made flesh
Manifest
I am antithesis
The shifting of the paradigm
The burning wheel behind the eye
The queen of Hell, Divine
The dark, the light, the void
The lord among the flies
Unfold my wings
And back again
I unfold my wings
I cast the pearl before the swine
Scum
Slime
Snouts in the trough
Boots to neck
Genuflect
I am antithesis
The shifting of the paradigm
The burning will behind the eye
The Queen of Hell, Divine
The dark, the light, the void,
The lord among the flies
Unfold my wings
And back again
Unfold my wings
And back again
I’m folding in on myself
I’m falling back again
Bow
Bow to me
Bow
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6. |
The Tower
04:20
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Of tallow and wax
A molten icon sacrosanct
From shit into gold
To mastery from trembling hand
This is ruin
This is apotheosis
Such sweet exquisite agony
Such sights to see
Such sights they show me
I'm the tears of just retribution
I'm the fury of my momentum
Long is the fall, the fool starts to weaken
Sharp are the blades that rise up to meet him
And the world still turns
The cycle resets
Sublime organic alchemy
The Meaning of Life
Who will be there to witness me?
This is ruin
This is apotheosis
The whims of this cruel Zodiac
Can't look away
Can't bring me back now
Who will be there to witness me when it finally happens?
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