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Intro
00:41
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2. |
Bare
03:43
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3. |
The Rest Of
07:04
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Cold
06:19
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Scarred
Your back has turned
Curled like an embryo
Take another face
You will be kissed again
I was cold as I mouthed the words
And crawled across the mirror
I wait
Await the next breath
Your name
Like ice into my heart
A shallow grave
A monument to the ruined age
Ice in my eyes
And eyes like ice don't move
Screaming at the moon
Another past time
Your name
Like ice into my heart
Everything as cold as life
Can no one save you?
Everything
As cold as silence
And you will never say a word
Your name
Like ice into my heart
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5. |
Pneumovirinae
01:18
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6. |
Progression/Plug
05:29
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Whatever's on her mind has her smiling
And that's enough to make me smile back
Perhaps it's the note I sent
The letter she received
That has her in such a good mood
And we smile and laugh
And play the game over and over again
As the days turn to nights
And the stars shine above...
Whatever's on my mind has me smiling
And that's enough to make her smile back
Perhaps it's the fact I can't
Smile as much as I used to
And now we're both in good moods
And the summer comes
And the years pass
And I'm able to make her smile every day
And that's enough for me
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7. |
The Sky Is Grey
04:56
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8. |
1 subject
05:00
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And there's no one left alive in this violent cabaret
And there's no one left to die in this vicious cabaret
And this was my message to you all along
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9. |
Coil
04:13
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I'm wrapped in the spiral of myself
The choking grip on my spine tightens
Let it go I tell myself but it won't happen
And the feeling climaxes
In an explosion of color and emotions
And I can feel air seeping into my lungs
Breathe life into me again
My hollow shell is sitting there alone
Next to everything else I left behind for you
I'm wrapped in the spiral of myself
The choking grip on my spine tightens
Let it go I tell myself but it can't happen
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10. |
Ischemia
01:36
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11. |
One more time just LAUGH
06:16
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DEATH And go around
DEATH And so it goes
DEATH And ignorance
DEATH And ridicule
We'll all think together in the end
The bald woman who makes men piss themselves in their bed
With fetuses wrapped in their arms
The women who give STILLBIRTH will watch through windows with dead eyes
The slander is enough to care
Not looking at the underlying message
Just notice that gold cock gleaming
DEATH Justified---Justified
DEATH We're on our own
The ones who stare transfixed
Marveling at the globes of flesh stapled to the chest of the women
The men who are addicted
To the wet hole that gapes under a hairy entrance ridden with lice
DEATH The driftings
DEATH The uncaring
DEATH The prayers go unanswered
DEATH Revolutionaries
The lying pigs who relish in lust
Who eat out of the trow and then from a second, unbeknown to the first
The ones who care of self-image
Overlooking the fuck, focusing on the man with the biggest muscles and biggest dick
All the subliminal messaging
The entertainers who smile and hope for you to be exactly like them
The hypocrisy of the big-wigs
Letting the meaningless actors make more money than the struggling teachers
To die is the privilege
The toxin to make your stomach open
And see it all come crashing down
DEATH To the chair
DEATH To the addict
DEATH To the pig
DEATH To reality
The pencil meets the skin
As the needle drives itself home
Bleed and look ahead to the future
DEATH...
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12. |
This Vicious Cabaret
03:54
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My name is Adam Susan. I am the leader. Leader of the lost, ruler of the ruins. I am a man, like any other man.
I lead the country that I love out of the wilderness of the twentieth century. I believe in survival. In the destiny of the Nordic race. I believe in fascism. Yes, I am a fascist. What of it? Fascism... a word. A word whose meaning has been lost in the bleatings of the weak and the treacherous.
The Romans invented fascism. A bundle of bound twigs was its symbol. One twig could be broken. A bundle would prevail. Fascism... strength in unity.
I believe in strength. I believe in unity. And if that strength, that unity of purpose, demands a uniformity of thought, word and deed then so be it.
I will not hear talk of freedom. I will not hear talk of individual liberty. They are luxuries. I do not believe in luxuries.
The war put paid to luxury. The war put paid to freedom. The only freedom left to my people is the freedom to starve. The freedom to die. The freedom to live in a world of chaos. Should I allow them that freedom? I think not. I think not.
Do I reserve for myself the freedom that I deny to others? I do not. I sit here within my cage, and I am but a servant. I, who am master of all that I see. I see desolation. I see ashes. I have so very much. I have so very little.
I am not loved. I know that not in soul, or body. I have never known the soft whisper of endearment. Never known the peace that lies between the thighs of a woman. But I am respected. I am feared. And that will suffice.
Because I love. I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride?
She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is Godlike in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How childlike and uncomprehending.
Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She does hate. She does not yearn. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her. Though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me.
She does not love me.
They think she is cold and hard, those who do not know her. They think she is lifeless and without passion.
They do not know her. But she has touched them.
She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet.
My love, I would stay with you forever, would spend my life within you. I would wait upon your every utterance and never ask the merest splinter of affection.
Fate... Fate...
I love you.
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