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Minion
03:18
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1. Minion
These synthetics will be our death. (x4)
The stench is all around me its pestilence is inside us all light this parasite leaching life cause standing alone is not a fault. Eating what’s fed to you only to infest and fester leaves the want to stitch an eye shut kill these harams with disgust
These synthetics will be our death. (x4)
Slave to the invisible glam worship a pathetic material addiction delineates a lifeless generation an end time is now here not from an apocalypse but from a lack of our best interest still blank eyes remain stagnant get branded by names always indebted a total submission from a complete non-existence.
These plastics will decay now separate the fixated (x2)
All of these things, all that you dreamed, all that you worked for was all manifested by this illusion of peace of mind.
Suffocate under all of these names and submit to their synthetic sweatshop banner you’re just a sycophant (x2)
I hate you life you sycophant (x2)
An exit exists
Kill the artificial with a wave of solitude use the voice prone silent to escape from a mainstream atrophy stand alone break this user cycle stand alone burn all these cosmopolitan images and surrender the vogue trends bleed out this sickness discover what’s human and what this new plague will breed so meaningless get a new fix we need an unwashed drive to gut them all speak of the trite as a disease display their colors without conviction never mind the excruciation for your velvet candor to weak to stand alone my sycophant
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The Individualist
03:14
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2. The Individualist
Follower
Try so hard to fit in the independent that the anti-stereotype has got an iron grip around you
A peace of mind is an asset when a mind is unrealistic like the possession of a weakness can be disguised as strength
The life detested is so becoming that within another’s head the same would be wanted
Trying so hard to blame the world when the world was handed down without a single drop of sweat without any sense of hardship
Fall into line you were born to follow never to lead you were meant to be dominated (x2)
Try and try as hard as you can to make the mark of the individual only to push the others around and down
Turning the sick into an exhibit to sway a mind’s collective push to your inconceivable agenda the only way out is blame
Fall into line you were born to follow never to lead you were meant to be dominated (x2)
Take luxury in what you are see this through your own eyes got to see there is more to be a place all your own can be found so easily
Are you incapable of doing anything on your own, on your own
Fall into line you were born to follow never to lead you were meant to be dominated (x4)
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Walking Sacrifice
03:47
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3. Walking Sacrifice
The subject of neglect (x2)
Mindless to the call from a protector it sinks in deep the need to rely indoctrinated and conditioned to make a component more reliable to a shock insincerely shuffled home covered in purple they fall away taken for granted and forgot the subject of neglect made the 18 that could have been into the 21 that never will be
Turn away from the disfigurement we know we will not cure then claim ignorance
Mindless to the absolution of our greed pointing fingers full of bills to the next uncertainty empty of shelter as we sit back reaping the stock of spilled blood rinsing it off and masking the origin of the gain convincing each other that this is a necessity the subject of neglect made the 18 that could have been into the 21 that never will be
Responsible enough to take another’s life but not enough to make your own judgments these are decisions that you can not make why would you think that you could ever do this
Turn away from the disfigurement
Responsible enough to take another’s life but not enough to make your own judgments these are decisions that you can not make why would you think that you could ever do this
Mindless to the rise of a stone remembered by being shut out discarded so shallow graffitied and destroyed by the ones preserved the ideals wasted left behind in sand diseased as contraband prohibited from a release a walking sacrifice living cadavers violently forced forward to a death with blades in their backs the subjects of neglect
Turn away from the disfigurement we know we will not cure then claim ignorance
We’re stabbing them in the back knowing they will never see home
These subjects are revolting they’ll cut the strings and walk away
Turn away from the disfigurement
We’re stabbing them in the back knowing they will never see home
These subjects are revolting they’ll cut the strings and walk away
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Pushing the Grey
05:07
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4. Pushing the Grey
Hard to fight prehistoric sneak that flows into a modern self through a drip system slowly I accept this temporary modification Breaking down I become liquid induction susceptible what will I have done direct me command me lead me control comes with an overshadowing of dominance I am so weak lead me close I will push the grey.
Always trying to be the good one the proper son the righteous innocent but nothing is ever good enough an expectation superseded after perfection growing more and more numb to the lines that I have never drawn this sophistication sought after is just a front endlessly trying to be the socialist role model before we even had our say not liking the ways we set for ourselves not enjoying the obsolete traditions forced on us we are finding a way around passing away customs searching for less pressure and loving this cloud we sit on loving becoming primal getting back to where we are from.
Falsities of the people are caused by old dead entities what is the point when I will always fail can’t make it as human I’ll be a monster crushed from every side pushing the grey (X2)
Always liked a little wrong but wanted to be right always told where to be and how to feel to the situations presented I have never really had a choice whose thought process do you follow anyway? Gradually deprogramming I took my time and made my own decisions my own fate focused on the half and the almost I was always standing by but was never really there taking it down we tweak it more and more until till the line blurs itself and judgment is disgraced as a sin we found our place content in the push we keep shoving keep moving keep stretching it as far as it will go seeing how fun it is to play bound together by the maze in the mind the primitive control device is activated and together we suffice together we will push the grey.
The falsities of the people are caused by old dead entities what is the point when I will always fail can’t make it as human I’ll be a monster crushed from every side pushing the grey.
All chances taken there is a chance we can take a few more
Keep pushing back the line
Situation overload you are dying slowly
Get the release start pushing the grey
Watching leaders bend and curve the checks we have put in place the rules are constantly broken of course we got confused
Logical judgment that we use to look at as a scandal they try to shove us back to our place we will not go
The science of a culture is composed by a rumor of an ancestor cause personal traits disliked
Doing what is natural in the nature of the order we will not fall apart inside this questioning
The falsities of the people are caused by old dead entities what is the point when I will always fail can’t make it as human I’ll be a monster crushed from every side pushing the grey
I will always fail in this system
I will always fail so I push the grey
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Choke
04:03
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5. Choke
Camouflaged by normality in a sterile existence mundane as the rest where is the flare told we possess? Moving so fast there has got to be a way to keep up got to be a way to stand out and be the princess
Pushed into submission fallen to the mass of everyone else still not a stand out but you ate the disease
Make them see make them talk make them notice find a way
You found the pain manifest it physical force what is needed make them play to your fetish
Letting the ones of the flawed society dictate the next prophet in passing the gem claimed inside will never be exposed without the dredge act
Make them see make them talk make them notice find a way
You found the pain manifest it physical force what is needed make them play to your fetish
Cut scrape until it bleeds
Slut fuck until they speak
Be the masochist and the bulimic be the disordered the chaotic with the blade a new order of attention is waiting to fill the fetish deep be the slut be the whore come on let’s get diseased
Thrust past the lines of depravity
Stuck in this false identity
Everything is expendable for this destroy the frailty of acceptance they will see show them life is hideous the ugly will be shoved through them
Medicated it’s so clear popularity through desecration self mutilation is the solution be the reject you’ll still burn out like the rest your forever marked because the image you burned in our head you made them talk made them notice and they spread the lie of what you portray
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Forsaken
04:32
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6. Forsaken
Constantly seeking approval constantly second guessing the every move that I will ever make walking on glass and I’m the one that cracked disguise this degradation as a guard and clear my mind to a blank slate conditioned I am shooting blind all esteem gone how can I earn my self worth feeling at home in this pit I want to get a little bit lower under your shoe I can dig I want to get lower I know the belief in me is void I will let go so I can get further
It’s been three months since I’ve felt forsaken had to come back missed this low so much dejected I crawl down deeper there has got to be something down there below shame I know I need this
Talk me down the smaller I am the less ill think the less ill strive the more skin I will shed the less there is to get beneath the more detached I will become I get to sit here numb watching a crooked smile become an evil grin
It’s been three months since I’ve felt forsaken had to come back missed this low so much dejected I crawl down deeper there has got to be something down there below shame I know I need this
Work so hard just to slither feel the hate chastise the form of me feeling so great to be taken down I will boost your ego go ahead and naturalize me and my every option neutralize me till I’m this docile drone neutralize me till there’s nothing left neutralized I’m your Stockholm clone
I can get lower I can get lower I can get lower
Below shame I know I need this I crawl down deeper
It’s been three months since I’ve felt forsaken had to come back missed this low so much dejected I crawl down deeper there has got to be something down there below shame I know I need this
Work so hard just to slither feel the hate chastise the form of me feeling so great to be taken down I will boost your ego go ahead and naturalize me and my every option neutralize me till I’m this docile drone neutralize me till there’s nothing left neutralized I’m your Stockholm clone
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Captive
03:32
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7. Captive
They all gathered around almost immediately when it broke and entranced them all stumbling like the undead the call was so hypnotic
The drawing was in the flesh convoluting on dead leaves translucent skin surfaced as the scales slowly disappeared retracting subcutaneous
I spoke so quietly but my words paralyzed everything (x2)
You are mine you have always been mine you can not outrun this I own you (x2)
It grows more perfect in this metamorphosis it keeps getting more utopian try to escape your not strong enough you can not outrun this
I have given you the gift of paralysis holding this forever you will never get away I will collect this blood from the cracks I have placed now I have so much innocence
No comfort will be felt it will not fade it’s eternal
You are mine you have always been mine you can not outrun this I own you (x2)
Forever in this moment (x3)
Forever in that moment
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Inhumanity
04:33
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8. Inhumanity
A superstition of being higher than the rest they sit high looking down who are they to stand above with their invincibility as a reason trying to break me for your alleged humanity we will bottom feed we creep on the floor like the slime that you think we are below the windows under their view they still condemn me for the atrocities they can not see
These walls breath moving blind inhaling abomination that we keep reverse the polarity a secret breaking
There is something you can never be your jealousy is transforming
They don’t understand why we are cowing the hating stares the acceptance is being taking under your invisible agenda is killing the justification it’s immoral as the actions taken in a totalitarian lying greatness we will still rise by our thought not by the magic of your decree this equality is nothing living through this will be our moment as we rise through this by our logic the fear of the alternative is the real savagery without you we are so compete
These walls breath moving blind inhaling abomination that we keep reverse the polarity a secret breaking
There is something you can never be your jealousy is transforming
False idol false ideal false icon false zero
Following your impossible creed this is my inhumanity
Following your impossible creed this is my inhumanity
These walls breath moving blind inhaling abomination that we keep reverse the polarity a secret breaking
There is something you can never be your jealousy is transforming
False idol false ideal false icon false zero
False idol false ideal false icon false zero
False idol false ideal false icon false zero
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Walking Corpse Syndrome Missoula, Montana
Progressive Deathcore from Montana
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