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Ars Moriendi
03:08
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Crucify me on a burning leaf
Galactic tributary sings
Eyes that see
Thaumaturgic belief
Smoke my body
Drink my mind
Innominatum
Mactare
In nomination
Non Dedescere
(x2)
I am who am i
Eviscerate me with a blade of grass
Let blessings billow from my lungs
The sight I seek
Extrinsic to the weak
I'll see you face it before I'm done
Innominatum
Mactare
In nomination
Non Dedescere
(x2)
You do not forget
Things known only to the dead
You do not forget
You do not forget
The ancient scratchings in your head
You cannot portend
The planes that rupture in your head
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Slow Motion
01:21
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Bite the wheel, you'r teeth
Are in the back of your kneck
Bite the wheel, bite the wheel
Swallow words in your chest
Slow motion / Wreck
Twisted in steel / Covered in death
Goodbye to yesterday
Goodbye to everything
Put your heel through the floor
Spread yourself on the hot concrete
Slow motion / Wreck
Twisted in steel / Covered in death
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Bad T.V.
03:02
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Twisting the wind
Clueless
The fear we learn to live in
Hopeless
Covered with fleas
Up to our knees in fucking shit
Barren & sightless
Hanging here lifeless
Through unholy terror & deepening peril
The forked tongues divide while the rattlers nest writhes
The wolves at the alter are selling you the prize
We wait to slough this mortal coil
Is this all we are?
Bound & gagged, we trudge along
Dejected, contorted, selected
Like a bay of pigs we roll in filth
Gasp for air with collapsing lungs
Aborted, distorted, selected,
Frozen, complicit, forgotten
Lost to time
It's just below the surface stealing the atmosphere
It's all up in the water as the smoke fills the air
Avoidance is the crutch we hobbled on to get here
It's hanging like the Devil's noose so now we feel fear
It's hanging like the Devil's noose we all chose to wear
Stricken, defeated
Frozen, complicit
Lost to time
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Darkest Truths
03:52
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Pull the blinds
Shut the lights out
Turn your frames around
Rubber mask
Trapped in your head
The weight of filth on your chest
The darkest truths float best
Chosen hell
Trapped in your head
The smell of shit on your breath
Wrapped in bed
Drag the chains out
The darkest truths float best
The weight of filth on your chest
A thousand flies on your wall
In the room watching you crawl
One million eyes roll
As they wait for your fall
Watching you crawl
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