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Spent Shell
03:10
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Where's your rage? Where's the fire that drove you before? Where's the wild drive to destroy, like a pain to endure? An empty, useless shell, a shadowless bore. If nothing means nothing, throw yourself to the void. Blown away like embers. Your will to destroy. If nothing means nothing, throw yourself to the void. Nobody owes you. You've forsaken yourself. Less than your were. Less than before. A heart pumping tear gas and spitting out flames. Content to believe that it's all just the same. An empty, useless shell, a shadowless bore. If nothing means nothing, throw yourself to the void. Blown away like embers. Your will to destroy. If nothing means nothing, throw yourself to the void. Nothing means nothing. Into the void. Give up. Give in.
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Maniac
01:49
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Darkest of moments. Best of intentions. Swirling visions. Idle hands. What hath God wrought? Who steadies my hand? I am alone. Darkest of moments. Best of intentions. Shaking fingers. Shining blade. Self-loathing drives this angel of death. I wish I were better. I'm tired of being sick. Please understand. It's not what it seems. This blood on my hands is all just a dream.
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Your Holiness
03:01
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Assertion of control. It's all sleight of hand. Designed to keep us surrounded by madness, succumbing to fear. We fear our own sin. We hate our own skin. A hunger we can't shake. Surrounded by madness, succumbing to fear. Weed out the weak. Cleave them in two. This world is for the winners. The rest is for you. What's left for the meek? A landscape sucked dry. Left nothing but crumbs. A world of madness, a world of fear. Weed out the weak. Cleave them in two. This world is for the winners. The scraps are for you.
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Dust Mites
02:38
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You're a meaningless speck on a planet of fools. So scream until the stars hear. Scream until it hurts. Until the shreds of your throat plaster the floor. Until you cough up your lungs. Until the darkness comes. Until the ground itself swallows you whole. Fight until your muscles give out, and the light flutters and fades. Offer yourself as a tribute to the blackness that swallows you whole. End of days for beating hearts. Let us pray.
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Total Bore
01:14
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Tune out. TV. Numb me. Eyes shut. Weed smoke. Free me. Total bore, total bore. Tune out. TV. Numb me. Eyes shut. Weed smoke. Free me. Total bore, total bore. You thought that life would give you everything you wanted. In the end, it's everything you hated. I can't maintain. Fading. Bullet fragment. Free me. Total bore, total bore. I'm so bored.
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To the Wolves
03:18
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Can you smell it? There's hate in these streets. Ground into the lawns. Mixed in with the concrete. We're products of the dark. A buzzing swarm approaching. A cloud of malcontents. A plague of ill intent. We're your child's white-hot rage. His desire to destroy. We are your fears made flesh. We are failures. Warn your kids about us when they say their prayers. When you see us coming, avoid our gaze. Smell the blood. Follow the pack. Fear not of God. Our white teeth all have your back.
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