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Brutalize My Body
02:46
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I am a canvas for your work.
Brutalize my body. Brutalize my soul.
Oblivion bewitch me.
Brutalize my body. Brutalize my soul.
Intention revives belief.
Brutalize my body. Brutalize my soul.
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2. |
The Sin of Sloth
03:02
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Hollow trees in a dead forest
Hiding in their ashen province.
Wallow, uninvited tourist
Riding where it claims the sovereign.
And you ignore the little devil flying like a moth.
Lazy wings for the sin of sloth.
And no amount of doing nothing takes the sin away.
And it grows so much larger each day.
Gesture toward the unfamiliar
Heartache. Comfort that consoles you.
Fester in the old peculiar.
Partake in the blood that holds you.
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3. |
There Won't Be An Answer
03:29
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I wish I thought there was a lasting spirit
Or something after that persisted.
A mercy and a curse there are no ghosts here
Although I wish they had existed.
And there won't be an answer
Should I ever call.
No there won't be an answer.
There won't be anything at all.
A nothing beyond the thought of nothing.
A silence beyond the silence.
You fall in love with the temporary.
That is its ultimate violence.
There is no station to receive forever.
Forever's just a useless fiction.
There is no prayer that makes you hear my wishes
No matter how desperate my diction.
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4. |
Ghostlight
03:41
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It's quiet out here. Discarded by time.
All manner of shadow form a sign.
This sigil of stars, protecting their hill.
A passionate suffering to kill, this insolent will.
Ghostlight, wandering about the old gas
Station. Shimmering for company at
Midnight. Hoping to prolong its pained
Duration. Living it so
Incrementally. Edit to the moment will
Control you. Carrying the guard's
Reality. Hopefully the spirit will
Ensoul you. Shepherding the ever present
Ghostlight. Parenting the wisp through
Adolescence. Giving it the gift of all your
Insight. Correlating with its
Convalescence. Helping it to hum like
Microwaves. What do all the people down there
Owe you? Should you be the one that really
Saves? Does it matter no one really
Knows you? There is the the divine in the obscure.
The lack of a point. The beauty of matter out of joint.
The wail of parts. Pathetic defeat.
How could you leave this incomplete? It feels your deceit.
Ghostlight, separating wax inside the
Lantern. Shuffling inside the petty
Prize fight. Entertaining you with witty
Banter. Letting all the fuel deplete and
Die. Never had a chance to ever
Hold you. Taking up a form to question
Why. Faking like they never really
Told you. But you knew the day would soon arrive.
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Skeleton
02:41
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There is a dead man in this photograph.
How I saw his wrath as the evil light left his eyes.
He swore a vengeance from beyond the grave.
He said "Jesus saves and then he will make you die."
I waited for the bell. It never seemed to ring.
No fault in my assessment.
Skeleton, skeleton wears my skin.
I came to see it as a novelty,
The sheer banality of his sad, pathetic curse.
I waited for the joyful times to stop,
The other shoe to drop and for everything to get worse.
I lived a life without a strong regret,
But how could I forget what the stupid, dead man said?
Whatever consequence that came to be,
The dead man lived with me inside my own blessed head.
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6. |
Like a Pigeon
03:38
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Feel like a pigeon, I am filthy but I fly.
Might be a rat with wings, but wings give me the sky.
My lungs are purified inhaling smoke and ash.
My home the rooftops and my bed upon the trash.
I love my city. It hurts me good. It hurts me pure.
It gives me lots of new illnesses and blights.
I now believe diseases are the cure.
I now believe diseases are the cure.
Feel like bacteria, I watch myself divide
Perform unwittingly, my ego multiplied.
Form gardens of my children on your stomach wall.
Give you your nourishment but you don't care at all.
What will you tolerate to be slightly more free?
This choice effects your life environmentally.
The paths you trace along the face of dead concrete.
They are the parts of you that you left on the street.
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7. |
Dead in Your Arms
02:35
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I would like to be destroyed.
Dissolution's charming hand
Pulls me toward the raining hell
Heading for the spot you stand.
Dead in your arms, bled unto faith,
Falling apart, but you are safe.
Take the bones I left behind
Make yourself a sturdy shielf
Take my leather, tan my hide
Maximize my body's yield.
Let me be of use to you,
Of use to you so you might live.
All I have is vulgar flesh.
This vulgar flesh my gift to give.
I am gone but I am free
To become a revenant.
Let this body live once more
So it may die for you again.
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8. |
Fear of Pleasure
04:49
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What is this? Nothingness' sensuality.
Its field persists. It beckons me.
I know roses of the absent, stagnant air
Will come to wilt, but I don't care.
Incandescent lightbulbs lay there shattered
Walking on the glass.
Focus on the thing that really matters.
All shall come to pass.
Fear of pleasure held my soul
'Cause joy must be controlled
Or else it brings you down.
I'm resigned to growing old.
The only one I'll hold
Is myself within the ground.
Every blessing you were ever offered
Turned themselves to ash.
You were never anybody's daughter.
Now you face the lash.
All will fail, dashed into a sea of paleborne filth.
The muffled wail beneath the silt.
The sum, lesser than its tortured futile parts.
It will not run. It will not start.
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9. |
I Hate You All
02:56
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I hate you all.
I hope you die.
I see the weight of failed ambition in your eyes.
You have no skill.
You have no soul.
There is no violence grand enough to make you whole.
Your insides howl vacuuming intensity.
It draws the innocents inside your density.
The heavy nothing that you carry in your key.
I hate you all.
Simpering fools.
Subservience has turned you into poisoned ghouls.
You think you've earned
The right to speak?
You need your love of evil strength because you're weak.
You think you'll be preserved if you just get along.
Your luxury intact with every hidden wrong.
They'll stab you in the back the second you belong.
I hate you all.
Your hearts are sin.
The little demons that you dance with call you kin.
There are no thoughts
Within your head.
You like to act like you're alive, but you are dead.
And what obnoxious ghosts inhabit your old shell?
Whose selfish rants and sullen manner makes you well.
I'll make sure all of us meet up again in Hell.
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10. |
Use Me
03:18
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Use me. Take me out beside the water.
Use me. Till my patience makes you free.
Use me. I will wait for you forever.
Use me. I don't even need to breathe.
If you could hold me down with all your strength
Till you drown the body. Make it listen
To the darkened lake's decision.
Make it a part of you. Let me weigh you down
With all the silence resting on the surface.
Calm yourself and don't get nervous.
Use me. I am nothing but a puppet.
Use me. There is nothing in this skin.
Use me. Wear me out till I get dirty.
Use me. Then we'll do it all again.
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Anti-Spectacular Toronto, Ontario
Anti-Spectacular is Toronto-based artist Alex Hood's Rock n' Roll music project. If you like Rock n' Roll, this is the place for you.
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