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Parseltongue
03:20
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You fucking social parasite
Get fucked
Tell me, who do you serve?
You claim a noble cause
But I've seen your collateral damage
Will you break the glass ceiling
Just to cut those beneath you?
Expose them to the elements
Let the storm break upon them
Convinced that you're a force of good
A pious delusion
A vapid charade
Proclaimed enemy of patriarchy
But your agendas kill the same
Your manifesto ends with
"Fuck you I got mine"
You fucking scum
Duplicitous snakes
Lips lined with dying lavender
To hide the scent of venom
Your lies are functionally indistinguishable
From the panicked screeds
Of fascist ideologues
This isn't activism
This is barbarism
Their bodies are fuel
For a war of attrition
That erases their names
Architects of abandon
Your badges of honor
Are death warrants
Fuck off
You won't get the last word
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2. |
Gospel
02:13
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Was I wrong in assuming you
Could think for yourself?
I thought we were adults here?
Just who's pulling the strings in your life?
It must be so easy to buy the gospel
Of petulant false idols
What a fucking lazy excuse
For an existence
Like drinking water from
A poisoned well
With a goddamn
Smile plastered across
Your ignorant face
A contamination
Slow death
We are the cancer of this
Damned and wretched world
Trivialize, metastacize
You take every word at face value
Fuck higher roads and stooping to levels
There is no comparison to be made
This is merely a formality of
Spelling out the truth
Friend of a friend
Through every tinted grapevine
You've lost your fucking mind
The sun doesn't shine for a world
With closed eyes
Shut your mouth
Stop vomiting lies
So much to talk about
But nothing to say
A vacuous existence
Your absence would be no great loss
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3. |
Blood Of The Earth
03:22
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Unwelcome fires keeping
Cold hearts warm
In the darkness
Smoke hiding pinions
Plucked from weakened wings
Erasing memories of flight
Razing of the nations
Embers wrapped around the land
As ashes fall on
Cold skin covering
The shades of legacy
A whitewashed wasteland
The Great Turtle on it's back
Drowning in the blood
Of a thousand weeping mothers
Unfeeling masonry constructing
Monoliths of suffering
Pouring concrete blocks
Over native recollection
Shadows chanting
"you will not replace us"
As they graft thorn to bough
In fields where history lies uprooted
Hand in hand you plunge the dagger
Deeper into the soil
Speak in tongues of shallow sympathy
Brown flesh running red
You've played your part in these misdeeds
Complicit to the end
There were two spirits
Before your gospel of violence
But you sing it's praises
Over their hymns of mourning
Are their graves for the greater good?
Is this a necessary evil?
Do you see yourself as righteous
Contributing to a dying people?
Circle the sun
threescore and cut the cord
The blade rests in your palm
Has your victory been won?
You fuel the genocide
The march forward is undone
Behold the company you keep
The pale horse blotting out the sun
This is agony
We weep the sorrow's psalms
This is misery
The blade rests in your palms
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4. |
Shadow Of Supremacy
03:09
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how could you cry for preservation of your history
the whole world's been pandering to you for fucking centuries
lay claim to the title of superior race
but there's nothing glorious in such a fragile disgrace
we will learn to bend before we break
how many mistakes can humanity make
acting like you only want to protect your fucking history
whatever's there worth guarding is a historical mystery
weeping over statues for heritage and ancestry
hysterical displays of hate for every ethnicity
you don't follow your own rules so why the fuck should I
when the object of the game is for the vulnerable to die
all wrong alt right
wasting your life
sleep tight white pride
eat shit goodnight
civility's a joke when tutting cowards move the goalpost
and oppressors always benefit from standards that they don't host
fascist hands are burying our books in the soil
and watering the dirt with water from the rising seas
harvesting a fetid crop of weaponized stupidity
enshrining wanton ignorance like a sacred disease
comparisons are worthless when you come with false equivalence
too intellectually lazy to see a fucking difference
your reich ends now
the soil is red
you've planted the seeds of war
the planet is dead
you have it all but you still want more
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5. |
Void
02:58
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Trace the outlines of the shallow words you speak
You're dead to me, a walking sickness
That makes that living bleed
Contaminate the world
Exhale your epidemic
Immune to consequence
A crusade of false compassion
Crucify the innocent
Wearing masks of ill-deserved sanctity
I see right through you
I am a wound that will not heal
Reminding you every day of what you've done
Broken glass humanity
Composing a symphony of vengeance
Truth emerges from her well to drag you down
A walking contradiction
Projecting constellations of misery
Mapped out onto the backs you climb on
I see right through you
The heavens and the gallows start to blur
Somewhere in the middle
You've turned a halo into a noose
Casting shadows with a light that strangles
You are the runoff of an ocean of despair
And when I stare into the void
Nothing meets my gaze
You are apathy incarnate
Metastasizing and eroding
Casting subjugating glances
From shit-smeared ivory towers
You've inculcated as mass graves
Trace the outlines of the shallow words you speak
You're dead to me
A walking fucking sickness
You paralyze the future with your disease
A rot of the mind
Shielded with deception
Crucify the innocent
With toxin filled intention
You poison the world, you've made victimhood a business
Cauterize the wound and burn out the sickness
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