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Squalid Cartilage
03:19
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I begged the stars, to wipe my eyes
Give my clarity and answer why.
And in their place, she called my name
She called to me.
The Mother of squalor
lays her roots in decay.
She called to me.
When you sever the cartilage and you can see the bones writhe
The flesh that long lay dormant unsettled once more.
She said I'm matter, but I don't matter.
In decomposition my essence will scatter.
The tumult of maggots
Burst forth from the abscess
The tumult of maggots
Burst forth from the abscess
She said I'm matter but I don't matter
In decomposition, my essence will scatter.
She said I'm matter but my body will be shattered
In putrefaction, I'll finally find my answers.
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Erase the individual
You know it’s never been personal
Just buy and merge it all
Streamline and sell your stolen labor
Take, what you get
And in our case we take it all
Beg, to be chosen
And we’ll make you capital
So make your startups then shove them right on our plates
We’re glad to hear you built them with love and passion
Swallow the assets and lock it behind our gates
You couldn’t say you thought this would never happen
Erase the individual
You know it’s never been personal
Just buy and merge it all
Streamline and sell your stolen labor
One day we’ll buy you too
It’s not something you get to choose
Force feed the world our truth
You’d all be savages without the dollar bill
Lose, all you’ve cherished
Now you’ll never afford a single luxury
Starve, you’re just hopeless
You don’t even deserve the human necessities
So now you gotta pay to play some blaseball
A monthly service fee to send a message online
Why stop at fun when we can just take it all
Secure the crops and your cash will be mine
Erase the individual
You know it’s never been personal
Just buy and merge it all
Streamline and sell your stolen labor
One day we’ll buy you too
It’s not something you get to choose
Force feed the world our truth
You’d all be savages without the dollar bill
We’ll consume everything you ever loved
Until there’s nothing left except mud
We’ll consume everything you ever loved
Rip apart flesh from bone and give me your blood
So give me your all
Fight like you think you've got a choice
Give me Your all
This noose is tightening like a vice.
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Corpseflower
02:00
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I've heard if you plant roses, soak the ground with meat.
Bonemeal is also helpful if they need a treat.
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4. |
Cochlear Implosion
02:16
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5. |
Advice From A White Man
05:36
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I’ve got a thing to tell you
But you’ll reject it in the end, my friend
There’s not a lot to tell you
But that won’t stop me in the end, again
(chorus)
So what you need to know is
It’s all just so disjoint
I have no special insight
There really isn’t any...
point
I’ve got a few opinions
And I will grace you with them all, lol
It’s time to wax poetic
About my shit thrown at the wall, y’all
(chorus)
So what you need to know is
It’s all just so disjoint
I have no special insight
There really isn’t any...
point
I’ve got another question
Tell me if you disagree, please
Look, I’m just advocating
The devil needs the help, you see, geez
(chorus)
So what you need to know is
It’s all just so disjoint
I have no special insight
There really isn’t any...
point
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6. |
Buried In Sand
02:30
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Falcon of the sea
engulfed in earth
Dig down deep
several fishes sleep
(yeah)
I should be dead
but there's something alive
(yeah, alive, alive, alive)
Obscurance sky
Bury me in sand
Bury me in sand
Let me rot
and decompose
Let these toxic
fluids flow
Let me rot
and decompose
Let these toxic
fluids flow
Let me rot
and decompose
Let these toxic
fluids flow
Let me rot
and decompose
Let these toxic
fluids go
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7. |
Female To Martyr
03:25
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I don’t wanna be a role model
I don’t wanna be a good guy
I don’t wanna go to church
cause sometimes I‘m anxious when I get high
leave a puppet as my decoy
I don’t wanna be a real boy
I just kinda vibe with Pinocchio
but I’ve gotta figure out where I wanna go
so, that’s a start.
I‘ve just gotta be the artist and the work of art.
FUCK THAT
I’M JUST A FUCKING PERSON
[SCREAMS]
I haven’t showered since I shaved my head
there’s a little spot I missed, it looks like a rat tail
not sure I vibe with this
I don’t wanna be Mr. Darcy
I don’t wanna be Elizabeth
you stupid motherfucker, this isn't pride and prejudice
can’t make an emo band ‘cause my hands are too small to play the guitar
so I’ll throw my body into the gaping maw of a broken window and hope its glass teeth tear me apart
I’m no saint I’m a fucking asshole (oh, are you now?)
I’m no saint it’s not fucking worth it (oh, is it not?)
if I die don’t make me a martyr
if I die don’t you make me a martyr
if there’s a god don’t let them make me a martyr
Sorry mom and dad, that bad guy isn’t my boyfriend. That’s my fucking bro and we’re gonna go throw rocks in a lake.
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KILLER HORNET BEES
03:44
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Let me tell you a story
About the days when our entire world was overrun
By the Killer Hornet Beeeeees!
Hiding in the forest
From the killer bees
We gave them too many flowers
And they brought us to our knees
They stole our phones, our motor cars
They pollinate our lungs
Th human days are over now
The Buzzing has begung
The fight was long and brutal
We smoked out all their nests
Once rulers of the world
They’re now just one more pest
And to those years and lives we lost
The struggle not in vain
We’ll keep this story in our hearts
Lest the bees do rise again
And so I tell you hive mate
We have been building up our might
We got so close the first time,
And we won’t give up the fight
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MEGAMOUSE
02:47
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(Untranscribable retching noises)
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The Spine That Binds Us
02:36
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The Spine that binds us all
We’ve been impaled from birth
The backbone of our world
Our blood drains to its core
Birthed with good intent
The saviour of our minds
Then they got hold of it
Now we rot on its branches
Pull yourself towards the centre
Force yourself across the ridges
Callus your hands pull your body
Like a zombie, glorified corpse
You don’t need thoughts where you’re going
Retch them out along with your mind
Shed your skin and unique features
Conform to this binding spine.
They tell us to just keep going
Even when our arms are failing
They smile about what's at the end
But I see the death so clearly
Try to pullback, try to reclaim
All that has been taken from me
If they see that they will surely
Stop me dead and push me on
Macabre Weeping Willow
Thorny Tree of Bone
A factory of death
Our youth doomed to it’s fate
Thoughts beaten from their minds
Hope sucked out from their eyes
I’ve felt the grizzly fate
No more. No more.
Pull yourself towards the centre
Force yourself across the ridges
Callus your hands pull your body
Like a zombie, glorified corpse
You don’t need thoughts where you’re going
Retch them out along with your mind
Shed your skin and unique features
Conform to this binding spine.
My Body falls to earth
Limp bones they make a splat
They skies do not look grey
Colour.
I.
am.
free.
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13. |
Tannregn
05:08
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Dreginn upp á kjafti,
Drekktur á landi,
Barðist um af krafti,
Smánaður í hlandi
Í jörðu dreg ýsur,
Um hrygg vex fiskur,
Kveð nú vísur
Um sorta og gnístur,
Kveð nú vísur
Um sorta og gnístur
Himinn skal rista,
Þegar safnað er megn,
Úr háloftum hrista,
Tannregn
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