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Condemnation
04:29
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2. |
The Reality of Things
06:47
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Just trust in God
There's no other way
We live in a shroud
Of bornless decay
It gets hard to see
Out of windows of skin
Veins shape the corners
That hide us within
When you get to the end
Turn away from the light
Death makes the bed
For the next day of life
There ain't no hell or heaven
Waiting in between
It's a never-ending wheel
Of self-consuming meat
There's no way out
There's no way out
There's no way out but through God
So say yr prayers
Today is the day
We're going home
And sealing our fate
Apocalypse just means reveal
There's so much to know
Just open the seals
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3. |
Kinetic Radio
07:33
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4. |
$o Much Money
03:43
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5. |
Misnomer
07:00
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6. |
Scentaur
04:16
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7. |
Hippie House of Hell
04:50
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10. |
ษmiT ษidฯ
ฦ
05:35
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11. |
Harry's House
06:17
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12. |
Halogenesis
10:08
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I wish I was joking
I wish I was joking.
I know that it's funny,
Yes I'm laughing too,
I do hate to tell you,
But the tomb is a womb.
And I know that it's sunny,
But soon it will rain,
And once it is raining
The flood will begin.
And I know you like swimming-
We've been to the pool,
But the waters will rise up
Till the sky too is full.
And I've learned lots of lessons,
But not much in school,
Yet I know no confession
Can undo the cruel.
(Halogen)
This world is unyeilding
In the pain it metes out,
But the portions its serving
Leaves much room to doubt,
That the one who has made us
Is rigging the game,
And each sin that's forgiven
Casts a new whore to blame,
And the role that I'm playing
Was not in the script,
I once was an extra,
But now I direct,
And the camera is rolling,
But we're all out of film,
And the actress is strolling
Off set with her quilt,
It's a blanket her mother
Made back in the war,
When her Daddy was fighting
To keep baby warm.
And I know that I'm rambling,
But that's just the point-
You'll never get nowhere
Without crossing the void
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13. |
Born from a Rock
11:31
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Born from a rock
With my torch and my shovel
I learned to walk
Crawling out of the rubble
When I kill the bull
I will usurp the Sun
Breathing in full
Prosthymeri spun
Zeus mortally pierced
Godโs body lies lame
And up from the spheres
I shall rise unashamed
Hyperurania beckons my name
Mithras! Ascend!
Cause worlds to blend
Seal every deal with the blood of your friends
See that the ground is the skyโs second skin
Turn every beginning into its end
Lightning inseminates the
Earth as it generates
A new egg to conquer the sun
I have no mother
I have no father
I was born alone
Born from a stone
Nothing else about me is known
I was born from a rock
And I sucked chaosโ teat
The blood of your cock
Is all I can eat
For sugaratโs lock
Has known no defeat
In the name of the
Distinguished charity of Mete
Sibylline secrets are fire for thee
In my reflection
You rise thru the grades
Seeking perfection
Thatโs never been made-
I was born from a rock!
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14. |
Cracking Tower
03:03
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15. |
I Saw a Flower
03:55
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I saw a flower
Wilt and die
In the fullest flush of spring.
Though no bugs
Gnawed her stemmy hide,
And the meadows
Echoed back her green,
The flower had no will inside
To bloom,
Or anything.
I saw a flower
Wilt and die
In the fullest flush of spring
Though angels
Flanked her thoughts above,
And the Earth held her roots beneath,
Her pollen passed hands with gentle love
By the buzzing business of bees,
I saw that flower
Wilt and die
In the fullest flush of spring,
Though music danced and shook her stem
Through the breath of windy trees,
And artists sought to draw her
Making sketches,
On their knees.
I saw a flower
WIlt and die
In the fullest flush of spring.
Though God had provided
Every gift she could ever want or need,
In spite of this,
It mattered not,
For she was called a weed.
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16. |
Candy on the Floor
04:45
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A cool, radioactive dew spreads silken veils of teary-eyed mirrors over the silent screams of vegetation trampled by the concrete weight of human fingerprints. The people move in ruts, pulled by their own shadows. The nuclear decay eating away at their DNA had ceased to fall within the sights of their minds since the government apologized for using them as guinea pigs with a nice fat check and assurance that all of that "experimental biological warfare" junk was a thing of the past. We've come a long way since then, there's TWO Wal-Marts now. You can have your choice of 6 different burger places within a 2 mile radius. We have the best football team of all time. How selfish could you be to ask for more? Why do you think we brought all the Nazi scientists we could take alive after world war 2 to Huntsville, Alabama? Because folks around here are happy the way things are. Show me a citizen of America more content with their day to day lives than a good old country boy? You can't find one. Why would a respectable, Christian Alabamian throw away their big lifted truck, good paying job, delicious homecooking, vast vistas of unspoiled nature in which to tear through blisteringly on a 4-wheeler in a mud-caked drunken haze of ecstatic debauch? Everything in the system is working hard to make sure they have plenty of beer, chewing tobacco, and cheap energy drinks whenever they need it. Why would they want to decry such a system? Why wouldn't they be the most nationalistic body of citizens in the country? They don't have to be brainwashed if they submit to it willingly. This being the case it made the humble subsidiary of Monsanniston the perfect place to hide, no matter what entity corporate or corporeal you may be representing...
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