1. |
Jesus In A Bowl
04:49
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Stripped by no typical but twisted sounds of joy
I was licked so beautiful like ten grotesques knifes flirting inside me
Digging my injuries again for your goddamn pleasure.
Careless walls will never speak anyway
Bitter lips motherfucker sweaty sugar
Repulsive mother…
But yeah whatever teen God will bless us all…
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Goodbye roll the tape and remember the date
This is my last act
I’m leaving this fucked up world
Don’t give reasons to stop this
Face to face with glorious death
All hell has been waiting for this
Oh yeah since I was Little.
You lied to me
Demons were fucking there I knew it
Selfish whore, useless animal
How could you?
Seven-year-old heart
Best Friends with suicide
Because of you…
You said everything will be fine.
But I remember your tears coming from
Every dying light…
You tried…
You tried…
You lied…
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2. |
Forfiter Complex
03:29
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You can see through my skin
You know my lurking place
You smell me, you taste me
You have killed all my love
I’m abomination
Deeply confused
Refusing to feel anything
This game is hell so are you
Give me all those moments back to collect them inside me
You cursed my name
Amputating my will
I can’t escape
Take me
Let’s see how much I resist
No rest
I feel like nothing
Love is raped, God is dead
I’m dying
I’m falling
And for you I’m still being a pussy
A fucking pussy
Your God damn pussy
Am I rage and fear
I’m a fucking good boy
Am I rage and fear
I’m a fucking good boy
Am I rage and fear
I’m a fucking good boy
Am I rage and fear
I’m a fucking good boy
Am I rage and fear
I’m a fucking good boy
YOU FUCKER
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3. |
Blue in The Face
03:53
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Puta!
Unwell, unwanted
Nerves have molded my face
Fragile methods stole my sigh and bathe me in fear
Every word you said condemned me for eternity
I don’t deserve this earth, saints must be proud
You ripped my innocence off
My suffering, your masterpiece, my suffering, your masterpiece, my suffering, your masterpiece
You suck, and I can’t lie I have no life
and I can’t lie I have no life
Slave of my own head
Places of ire, a cursed home
What should I do?
Its fucking coming
Savage
Noisy
I perish
And I can’t lie I have no life
And I can’t lie I have no life
I’m so sick of being this way
I want you dead
I want you dead
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4. |
18 Stitches
05:44
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Meaningless protocols
Crying path actualization
Complex blisters to exist
Its absent pathetic self esteem
No one is actually safe in here
I’ve been struggled by my own thoughts
Designed to bury my bones
Seems like I have become worse than a human’s ill
There must be a system error
By a premature ignorance
You fucking rat
You fucking rat
Time can’t heal this
Nerves evolve
18 stiches of a false hope in the ceiling
If you don’t fear you die
It hurts but helps me to survive
Tell your God that sings me death,
Collapse resides with me
From birth to the grave
We are the cursed
We are not who we say we are
Love spits hate
And now it’s a virus
Dirt, lethal virus
Which I can’t find cure
A virus
That merged inside
Merged inside
Deep inside
It’s burning
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5. |
Hellbound
03:27
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Catatonic lifeless and without control of myself
When I felt more than a thousand snakes
In my veins
Every time I opened my eyes I could see
The corridors where I hide to survive one more fucking day
Now I can not get there
All of it seems to be back
Payers no longer touch the sky
No, I don’t know if that place exists
Anymore
No I don’t know if that place exist
Anymore
I don’t know
I do not know where I’m going tell me, if this is what you always wanted for me
I do not know where I’m going tell me, if this is what you always wanted for me
You bastard, you bastard, you bastard, you…
My cry carry, panic each time
I listen to them less
Headaches bleed they seem to be part of a clinical regression
Headaches bleed is there some tension worth of clinical regression
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6. |
Slums
04:09
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There are still fluids lubricating
My rotten dead mouth not capable of saving me
From all those rare eternal habits
They are so psychosomatic
Choked by the years of nails stuck on my throat
I never swallowed them completely
I was so young, so damn young
I cannot live inside this shell
Made by a 24/7 trauma
With no reason at all
Broken, hardly breathing
Suicidal imbecile cunt
Numb, deaf, helpless
Tendons are torn
Anxiety rooms are the empty hand of god
It’s so depressing I’m chaos
Poems have turned into heretic moans
It was so wrong I was so fucking young
It was so wrong I was his damn son
It was so wrong I was so fucking young
He was so wrong I was his fucking son
Blood of my blood he was so fucking cold
So fucking…fucking cold
He was so cold, he was so fucking cold
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7. |
Mind Drill Protocol
03:50
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Deeply high frequencies unknown to me
Trail carved by moans its how this sounds for me
Cracked walls have the rhythm of a childhood endless fear
Voices convulsing horrible noises
Emergency protocol
Two dimensions mixed I don’t know what is real
Silence isn’t a good friend
He’s always laughing and trying to scream at me
Screaming at me
Screaming at me
Screaming at me
You fucking little scum
A million sounds on repeat
Sometimes like an abyss sonata
Or hunted horse’s prayers
There is no way to pause the molecular process I’m trembling
I’m trembling
I’m trembling
I’m trembling
I’m trembling
I’m trembling
It will never stop
It’s the squeak of each dawn
The scariest paragraph
Served injure
A million sounds on repeat
Sometimes like an abyss sonata
Or hunted horse’s prayers
There is no way to pause the molecular process
I’m trembling
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