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Scum Commodities
02:31
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I cannot be someone.
I cannot be something.
I continue unbelieving this.
I continue not believing me.
I cannot speak softly.
I cannot speak sweetly.
I continue unbelieving this.
I continue unbelief.
I continue unbelieving this.
I continue not believing me.
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Ease & Disease
02:26
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Lonely believers of greater deceivers love lies.
Mind a receiver of ease & disease here--death wish.
Proles! Thought war!
Empowered deceivers of greater believers love lies.
Kill the receiver with ease & disease here--God’s will.
Proles! Thought war!
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Dumb Animal
01:53
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Lowest common
Denominator.
I consider
You to be
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Finished with people.
You are all pathetic.
Don’t you ever touch me.
Don’t even look at me.
My face is still human,
Yet I am ashamed
That I am just one more,
Just one more dumb animal.
Settle down and
Wait to die here.
I consider
You to be
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Finished with people.
You are all pathetic.
Don’t you ever touch me.
Don’t even look at me.
My face is still human,
Yet I am ashamed
That I am just one more,
Just one more dumb animal.
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4. |
Detachment From Things
02:09
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All human heads on fire,
Tracing the conscious debt.
All human heads require
Melting of mental wires.
Forgotten past/future time,
Lost in your nursery rhymes,
Killing all you require:
Burdens and that which rots.
Detachment from things.
Poisonous, grasping need.
Potions from numbing seeds.
Time, meaning nothing here,
Lessens & leaves you, dear.
White ribs and other gifts.
Blood from old fingertips.
Swollen from constant feeds.
Death in dark alleyways.
Detachment from things.
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5. |
Consensual Humiliation
01:59
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Raped on a Saturday
By dry fathers’ bones.
Pinned on a bed of them.
The dust blinds your eyes.
Raise up the neck bare to the blade.
Raise up the young, dead minds are made.
Trade in your dignity
For dry fathers’ bones.
Don a black veil of shame
And stop coming home.
Raise up the neck bare to the blade.
Raise up the young, dead minds are made.
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6. |
The Radium Girls
01:36
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Suck on the tip--brush!
Sure makes a point--brush!
Hands of the watch glow.
Holes in your head--why?
Radium! Radium! Radium is your life.
Now your jaw's falling off.
Observe the tongue.
Anemia jobs!
Necrotic bone jobs!
Hands on the clock glow.
Hide beneath them--why?
Radium! Radium! Radium is your life.
Now your jaw's falling off.
Observe the tongue.
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This is undone.
Blackened sunsets.
No more rainbows,
No more light here.
And now we cut the power.
And now we trip the switch.
It’s not too late to expire.
Too late to end it all.
Alchemy here.
Decomposing.
Lives spent searching.
Lives of failure.
And now we cut the power.
And now we trip the switch.
It’s not too late to expire.
Too late to end it all.
Lead into gold.
Gold into blood.
Blood into veins.
I smell your shit.
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8. |
Gorgeonus
02:50
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Domesticate.
Consume in faith.
Your breath strikes me,
Smells like money.
Indoctrinate.
Just one more mask.
Just one more hole
That must be filled.
No escaping the industry of death.
Never.
Sop up the filth.
Soak up the blood.
Makes you feel whole.
Makes you human.
When man is served,
I’ll start the line.
I’ll still my thought
To gorge on us.
No escaping the industry of death.
You will obey.
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9. |
A Palace Of Decay
02:14
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Close your eyes and see
Screaming atrophy
Eating away at mind.
Serve up your past and die.
No air on earth to breathe.
Faithful catastrophe…
An oft-remembered day.
A palace of decay.
Close your mind for me.
Screaming atrophy
Eating away and blind.
Swallow your past and die.
No air on earth to breathe.
Faithful catastrophe…
An oft-remembered day.
A palace of decay.
Can you be controlled by fear?
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No Montgomery, Alabama
Three people who have played together in different incarnations for quite a while. Minimal post-whatever. Just listen.
Glenn - drums
Jeff - guitar
Vonda - bass
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