1. |
I
01:12
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farcasting through the void
angel of punishment
reaching out
with bladed hands
to pluck the faithful
from rotting cocoons
and pin them to
the tree of pain
inescapable
this branch was meant for
you will never know torment like this
now your cruciform will be
removed from your body
it heeds not the boundaries of time and space
die the true death
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2. |
II
00:32
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false hope in this bastion of medical science
dull mind full of emotional need and reliance
you bled into your head
and you died on our bed
keep treading water
stranded in the abyss
lungs gasping
misery which once was bliss
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3. |
III
02:21
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every rifle, every warship, every missile, every bomb
is a final indication of who we have stolen from:
those who hunger and aren't fed, those who're cold and aren't clothed.
but this world in arms is not spending money alone
it spends the sweat of its laborers
it spends the minds of its brightest citizens
it spends the hopes of its children
to fund this hell we're forced to live in
and we are dragged along
pulling at the noose around our necks
to struggle is only to tighten it
hasten the path to death
we bomb the desert while people starve
we kill the poor, police the earth
education is a chambered round
pointed at our future and the hammer's coming down
this is not a way of life at all
under the cloud of threatening war
humanity hangs
from a cross of iron
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4. |
IV
00:18
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remorseless arsonist
not content with what you have
set it all ablaze
should an innocent get caught in the path
so be it
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5. |
V
01:34
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i tried to make myself cry
by singing that song we both loved
in broad daylight, out in the street
i knew every word
and i recited them perfectly
but not a drop fell from my face
nor did a whimper quiver across my lips
it just felt dead and true
like a body in the morgue
cold and unresponsive
not hiding anything
almost makes me miss the way
we used to be able to set each other off
with little more than a word
explosions in the night
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6. |
VI
02:49
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a bloody sunday morning
came on without warning
ichor spilling inward
consciousness is splintered
ischemia
grasping for a sense of balance
cannot find where up or down are
prying open mouth, pupils dilate
vital signs are weak, are you dying?
prying open mouth, pupils dilate
look at me, are you dying?
life has not prepared us for this
five scars adorn your shaven head
and one inside that can't be seen
without the aid of medicine
five weeks have passed since you were free
perforated epidermis
leaking of cerebral fluids
can somebody please undo this
you did nothing to deserve it
now you have no choice but to
have your heart just ripped right out
now you have no choice but to
endure constant suffering
welcome to your new life
forever
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7. |
VII
00:48
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those still frames
life, rearranged
have we reached the distance yet
where I can reach out for your hands?
i've never been farther from someone
who's sitting right next to me
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8. |
VIII
00:51
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9. |
IX
01:43
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10. |
X
02:57
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11. |
XI
06:31
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