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Waltz of the Ape
06:21
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Exertion and creation are constant and endless
Lasted by an endless grin buried and dressed like a fucking mannequin
The tumors beneath my feet are like foreplay. This sun reels from my past experiences. Your days turn into cycles, and your vanities are worthless.
My abstract seance...
My absolute nothing...
The prison of your concious mind is everything you cannot find, but its all mine.... its all mine... its all mine for the cosmic Christ.
Rise cosmic Christ!
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Oceans Swallow Earth
03:43
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Mother
You justified my ways
Will I sink or swim in this turn of the world?
Can I save my soul?
The tears of earth cradle your cold womb
Breathing in your life
Drowning in your growth
Chance has pushed your waters in
I fantasize of rebirth
Mother
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On Fire For God
03:26
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Eliminated by the way that you do. I'm back in suspension while the world rolls round. Like a flightless moth without navigation- nowhere to go with the lights turned out.
????? ???????? ??? ??????????? ???? ????? ??????? ?? ?????? ????????? ?????? ?????! I struggle to capture all these untold stories before they float away- the ones we wrote before our heads became our souls and hearts were filled with tack and clay. I only love the people I dont know- the less you know about them, the less depths your heart will go today.
I miss you my friend- you're a burning star. Burning out from my memories frayed ends. We're painted in a different light and in a different world I've lost my faith [in something faultless]
But back to my fantasies as recited by angels, and their yearning, todays her birthday, and I still struggle... I struggle to capture all these untold stories before they float away. The ones we wrote before our heads became our souls and hearts were filled with tack and clay. Today's her birthday, her stupid fucking birthday oh lord, I'm burning up for God
I'm on fire for god, the muse, and the abuse
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The Fermented Christ
03:13
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The silence in my bedroom walls terrifies and familiars me
These motherly hands comfort and confuse me
But in these halls I find my slumping silhouettes so tall
It burns my tongue of slurring
I am the god with no face
My delineation is near
I birth the dead apostates
That feel what I fear
Oh these claws scrape at everything inside
Drinking away my sins until I know I'm gratified
In these tongues I find my slumping silhouette so tall
It fucking destroys me
I am the god with no face
Born defecating souls
I birth the dead apostates
That aim to burn the world
I am the god of self destruction
I burn my life
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