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Rats Whisper Murder
04:27
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Here in the tunnels
On the damp walls
Where the moss grows
and the chains rust
I haven't seen my face
I haven't heard my voice
All I feel is sick and cold
If I only knew what drives me
To prostitute myself, time and time again
Rats whisper murder
Cobwebs rip and spoil
Bent on a whim
That isn't my own
Horned heroes
Give me the excuse I need
To feed my perversions
If only they knew...
If only I knew why...
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2. |
Diamond Spine
03:38
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I live amongst the pulse of the dead,
Deafening now, its throb, its lust
Willing me to power,
Willing me to power
I can live through tragedy
I can live through hate
I can live without kindness
The dead decide my fate
Every heartbeat
A steel-boot stomp
Every smile is vomit
Every smile is vomit.
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3. |
Riding the Blade
04:07
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Is this what it takes for me to feel?
Exquisite disaster, orgasmic misery
Is this what it takes for me to scream?
To lose a part of me, to find nothing
Your face still so clear
Although fading with time
Memory is finite
The grief feels infinite
Mother, I've been riding the blade too long...
I may topple and fall this time.
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4. |
Avalanche
05:19
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Downhill...
I am a distant memory
Falling away from myself
Avalanche...
My avalanche...
I tip my hat to the inertia
That speeds me ever down
Leave my thoughts behind
Crushing weight now a part of me
I gather fragments of you as well
I smother you, I hurt you
I make you all part of me.
Massive wave of insanity
My psychotic avalanche
Flesh tsunami
My final goodbye
My avalanche
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5. |
Boiling Seas
03:19
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In my veins
In my soul
In my lungs
Oceans tear and toil
Skin now sand
Blood becomes tide
Blood becomes tide
Strength of a planet
Fists like mountains
Pounding on the crust
Mouth spewing lava
Blood becomes tide
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6. |
Painters Rope
03:34
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Under command
To paint the night
To summon the stars
But robbed of sight
Destined to wind this wheel
Tighter and tighter
It flexes like muscle
To lock like a fist
Stretch the Painters Rope
Heave the planets into place
Stretch the Painters Rope
Calculate Space
Controlled mayhem
Bought by my sins
My wasted life
Given meaning by toil
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7. |
Lungs
03:26
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Hands soiled with ash
I drift toward the roiling ocean
Whether my legs take me
Or some unknown instinct
I prepare to drink
To swallow the foaming filth
I let my lungs fill
To rid me of these cunts and slugs
The cold holds me tenderly
No thought given to struggle
Accept my fate without a fight
Azure sky turns to grey
Hands dig into sand
On my knees I watch the brine
Ready to take me
Hungry for my breath
My gods hold me buoyant
I dip and flow with the tide
Finally released, finally free
Finally me. Finally me.
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