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Angel (live)
06:10
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16:22 (live)
05:54
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Silent vigils for your loved ones
Plagiarizing bold epitaphs
Veiling condescension
Saving face for Sunday mass
Play-acting Revelations
Clutching books never read
Sanctify belligerence and
Bless your hatred
Context is subjective
Unmarked headstones - justifiable wrath
Leviticus cries furious words
Familiar stones
Play-acting Revelations
Clutching books never read
Vanity sees you fated
Crucifix in hand
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Entrails, weeping, falling, failing,
Entrails, weeping, falling, failing,
Sodden, silk, sudden, failing,
Redux, flaking,
They said people would stop jumping from buildings
But where are we now?
And a thousand ambassadors,
And a thousand ambassadors,
And they said people would stop jumping from buildings
But where are we now?
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Panacea (live)
06:16
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Lucid and ambivalent
On chemicals divine
Disconnect - some slight remorse
The ends speak volumes all
We're damaged enough
Questioning our intent
One might find truths uncultured
Diffidence can breed rejection
Abject vices all
We're damaged enough
Redemption is passé
I wish I was my own gun
Glistening, immaculate
'Til fallen idols come
Feel the strain of fractured arms
Preserved in sculpture
Deprecated and forgotten
Useless monuments
Redemption's so passé
I wish I was my own god
Glistening, immaculate
'Til fallen idols come
Return us our faith
In our abandoned pleasures and
Forgive us our blatant
Worship of ourselves
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Enter Crowd. (live)
06:05
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Here is the ashpit of wounds, this bruising shell sings
A lone morning beast surreptitiously burnt out
And left to cracking modes. It is here, this infant
Hour, that each child is brought to bear, charged with self-doubt
And I doubt, I doubt every wave and every drop.
The staggered tigers in grand carved forests still stop
And look and say, “we are speechless, we are speechless.”
And there is horror and there is murder, caress
The glands that shake the black cat’s bones. These pretty things
Have lost their façade, though beauty does still remain,
A shining face divinity crutched, its glow scant
Upon the scarred earth that I clearly eat in vain.
Though slaughter is horrid upon this birth I feign,
Blood and ecstasy move withal, oh, I am slain.
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Bastardize the art form that you call yourself,
a raped and conscious martyrdom of perfect health.
Subtle is the winding that falls back to lust.
Liquid whoring matron fed in starched mistrust.
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Should I have been forever worthless, should I be
So still, but the lack would be my own. Forever
Is a staled bitch if the worn tracks yet prove untrue.
Flesh give me solace, flesh where is your appetite
To starve me with affected boons and scribbled hearts.
There are no words to push the crutch on. There are no
Words left that could breach the words that have since been said.
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(Dies) (live)
03:51
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Victory is sweet in its sweetness, majesty
Asks no recompense for justice and blank scripture.
I will have the death of it. Where is the sexed green
Garter, I ask for nothing more. These searing gold
Origins pass the maid in her bed. Where is it?
Let us pass from here to victory, though his priests
May cry pretense, it is the bloodied man left who
Will write the books he shall burn. Where is the garter?
Lecherous beetles all, I am cleaned of all sins.
These temples all shall be built again, these temples.
And as we march through other forums… Where is it?
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