1. |
Eleutheromania
04:35
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Paleodestiny
04:19
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Someday someone will find you there
Melted plastic and matted hair
Will they feel your icy Glow
Hypostasize what they can't know
We know your lies
We know your lines
We fill our hearts
with your blood
We know your mind
we know your eyes
We feel our hearts
with your blood
Will they know your eyes were blue
When they're staring deep into you
When they're done will they let you go
Crush your bones and disseminate your soul
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3. |
Dystopia
04:02
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That twenty-first-century rot has set in
Everyone I know is dead or dyin'
All our debt is worth more than our dreams
But, can this world really be as dead as it seems?
It's feeling like Dystopia
Pull the hammer back, push the needle in
I'm living life in Dystopia
Can the shadows of this world obscure my sins?
Woke up this morning to a corpse in my yard
Dead eyes dreaming of a world better than this
Traded a needle in his arm for the gun in his hand
Then they picked him up...threw him in a garbage can
It's feeling like Dystopia
Pull the hammer back, push the needle in
I'm living life in Dystopia
Can the shadows of this world obscure my sins?
We Are Living in Dystopia
We can't escape our Myopia
We Are living in Dystopia
Mass eleutherophobia
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4. |
Truce
03:52
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I'm not afraid of the enemy
just what's inside of you and me
all the fear and all the hate
all the horrors they perpetrate
I won't cower to a demagogue
I'm not impressed by a gilded god
I only worry this obscenity
is somehow a part of me
I saw your smile
from across the blasted trench
White teeth scattered
as I pulled the trigger
I'm not afraid of the fucking Russians
I'm not afraid of the fucking Muslims
I'm afraid of boundless riches
Avarice and how it bewitches
I won't cower to a demagogue
I'm not impressed by a gilded god
I only worry this obscenity
is somehow a part of me
I don't have to hate you
to annihilate you
I still kept the notes you gave me
during our Christmas truce
You learn to accept it
no need to resent it
we all walk across these bones
our legacy is rape and death
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5. |
Whispers
03:26
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She emerges from the shadows
stumbling emaciated
she tries to cry out
but her parched throat will only whisper
We are your filthy secret
Crying behind locked doors
Bought and sold by men in power
Our bodies defiled and abused
Countless children each year
are murdered brutalized and raped
used as toys for the wealthy
and this brutality is videotaped
We are your filthy secret
Dying behind locked doors
Our lives have been stolen
So our terror could be broadcast to you
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6. |
Bog
04:38
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How can you learn the secrets
of the universe
When your tiny primate mind
can't even explain itself?
Swallowed by rumbling death
phosphorus as incense
we study our reflection in the mud
plucking flowers of asphodel
Try as you may to deify
your rationality
You only find the limits
of your intellect
Are our minds a light out of this bog
of misery and death?
If they can lead us in
can they lead us out?
They really are
They really are
out of their minds
out of their minds
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7. |
Two Carthaginians
02:18
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Who voted for the Barcids?
Sagacious Hanno cried “South!”
But ancient hatreds trump reason
And Ba'al’s honored struck Iberia
I sang a song against Hannibal’s crimes
But I have forgotten it
I do remember,
You drew a caricature and hung it on
Our bedroom wall
I laughed at how you drew him
Fat from theft
An absurd quaff
Woven from stolen gold
Ill-perched upon a protesting pachyderm
I still grieve for
Those wide-eyed titans
Starving in alpine ice
And at Cannea
Anguished trumpeting
An elephant's foot is lacerated
by crushed roman armor
Another shakes the earth
As he dies in confused terror
One among a chorus
Of eighty thousand screams
Still, here we are
Blameless…
Standing in salted sand
Laid waste by vulgar hands
Gold gilded over grime
Now but aurous bones
Lining this desolate cenotaph
We can finally celebrate our righteousness
But where are they who voted for the Barcids?
Who is left to hear our derision?
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8. |
Bleached Skulls
03:46
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When you made the call
their cities burned
And you wonder
"What were their names?"
do they know yours
Burnt twisted fingers
curl around your neck
Taste the ashen tongue
of those you put to death
Are you so sure of
your nobility
that when you sleep
you don't hear
them howl your name
Burnt twisted fingers
curl around your neck
Taste the ashen tongue
of those you put to death
An ardent orison howled in unison
The songs of Bleached white skulls echo from unhallowed ground
Bleached skulls
crying
Bleached skulls
accusing
Bleached Skulls
Howling
Bleached skulls
know your name
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9. |
Ghostbox
02:36
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Freedom isn't free
but we'll take credit
for everything you need
We'll raise your line
until you bite the hook
and then it's our time to feed
This is the neo-gilded age
American is a dead mall
just give the power
to the man in the
golden tower
He'll raise the line
'till you bite the hook
and then it's his time to feed
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10. |
Mill
04:20
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I try not to lay the blame
on anyone but myself
but how can I control
rules set up before I was born
So it is, shit runs downhill
which seems okay until your on bottom
The mill of souls
grinds even the fattest of us all
You prey on our basest self
ripping at our very subconscious
filled with visions of hate
before we have a chance to question
Your bleeding is leading us
to find our blood elsewhere
what you take from us
we will steal back from the weak
Turn the mill
Grind the bones
Mind the mill
each of us gets a turn
From the top
to the bottom
we are each
crushed beneath the wheel
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11. |
Colombina
02:57
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I reach out to touch you dear
my hands go through your hair
You're not where I dreamed you'd be
I'm not who you prayed I'd be
Colombina look at the moon tonight
Colombina and know its the same for me
Colombina look at the moon tonight
Colombina the rabbit will sing you to sleep
My darling dear
The moon is beautiful
as it shines its pale light
and though we are far apart
separated by oceans of cruelty
know things will be alright
Colombina there is no moon tonight
Colombina the rabbit is dead
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