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Cold-Blooded Human Nature
Human Nature Is A Fucked Up Thing,Corrupted With Addiction And An Inability To Understand.A World Of Peace Within Life In Ruins,The Plants And Animals Unable To Thrive And Sing.Destruction Has Become The Lie Of The Land,And It’s All From Our Own Doings. Bigotry And Malice Become The Common-Day,And It All Roots From A Failure To…
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The Form
Detritus In The Human Form, Caged In Bodies Of Glass. Souls Betwixt And Torn, By Trauma Amassed. Lies In Dreams, And Truth In Pain, None Are Clean. This Is Our Bane, A Destructive Power Found In Self-Hate. Times Have Grown Dour In Our Dying Fate.
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Disorder & Malcontent
I Can’t Turn My Head Right.It’s A Pathetic State, And I Feel Shame,But It’s Agonising, This Fight.I Don’t Even Know Who’s To Blame. I Can’t Bring Myself To Eat,I Constantly Feel That I’m Sick.I Know I Must Fight, This Is A Thing I Must Beat,But I Feel Too Far Gone. I Can’t Properly Tick. I…
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The Sin, The Fool, The Lover And The Tool
The Sin Sits Alone In A Night-Time Bar,Watching And Sighing As Their Desires Roam Free.They Were Their Own Master, Their Own Tsar,And Yet They Weren’t Who They Wanted To Be.They Would Talk To A Pretty Boy, See If It’d Go Far,But They Were Awash With Lust And Sick With Envy.These Desires Were Their Shining Light:…
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Real Folk Blues
Words Of Comfort Twist To Spite On One Regular Night. Pushed To The Dirt, Trampled And Crushed Under The Weight Of Something I Hate. Cries For Help Hushed As You Tore Me To Shreds, Limb From Limb And A Body Dismembered In So Many Ways, And You Live On. Your Crime Committed, And An Outcast…
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Lost & Found (Imprisoned)
Same Room, Same Walls, Same Smell In The Same Halls. A Ray Of Life Breathed Nothing But A Redundant Hopeless Twinge As I Gazed Out Of My Cell. A Cage Made Of Glass And I’m A Shell, Unable To Step Out Into The World. Bones Twist, My Organs Curl, And My Form Is Less Familiar.…
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Engraved Soul
Moonlight Reflects Off The Nape, Of A Neck Swamped With The Engravings, Signs Of One’s Suffering And A Soul’s Escape. Eyes That Reveal An Old Fool’s Ravings, Imprinted And Imprisoned In The Mind, Without Consequence To Their Speaker. The Arms Of A Heart So Blind, To The Love Unfound By The Seeker, Replaced A Lover…
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One Of Many
A Loathing That Wouldn’t Cease, Even On The Brightest Of Days: Friendship Personified By Hatred’s Release In The Form Of Passive Aggression And A Voice You’d Raise. Personified Through Your Exploitation Of Love, An Emotion That Made You Burn With Anger. Personified In Your Rolled Eyes And Your Grumbling Of How Much I Annoyed You…