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The Narrows
02:44
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THE NARROWS
5 hours, 9 hours—the square that sucks
The shape that drains all energy and capacity
Idiot box we feed into
All the colours of a retro 8-bit
More than you imagined
More than you ever dreamed
Where is straight?
How about the narrow?
Rescue me from these vintage megaplexes
Wipe away the pain, 1 line at a time
Masters/gamble on the genius of geometry
They play within frames 3 steps ahead
14 hours at a time, then never again
Hold...
Hold...
Hold...
Release and burn!
Rejoice in the towers that fall
Watch them burn to nothing
Win? Only loss will prove true gain
And we will wait until the stars align and plan unfolds
The hold, the straight, the narrow
The win
For 65(000) is 100 lines
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Madman Diaries
03:33
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MADMAN DIARIES
Read of you in the madman diaries
Heard of your hunger in the end
Tomorrow bankrupt
Yesterday's friend
Greeds not isolated
You get what you give, Ill gift to you what you deserve
Agony bequeathed to those that you serve
The golden beasts have lost their way
We used to envy you
Our fatal envy tore us apart
What did you expect?
The high status fell to lunar park
The golden beasts have lost their way...
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ANCHORED TO A BLACK CLOUD
Blood stains paint the pages, my nose drips, cracked lips
Coffee stains keeping these wet eyes open
Shame will keep you awake
A vice that remains unresolved
The feeling that you're slowly fucking dying
Every night I wake up dreaming
Only to find I am not breathing
The mistakes of my past, paths that leave me seething
The lungs unfilled that keep on screaming
I'll never see a sunrise beyond those clouds
Lie in the dusk aftermath
Staring down a ghost road
Looking through a window
Only seeing your own reflection
And never taking the first step
Smoke billows up
Covering the daylight with night
Create the ashen sunset
The infamous forest covered by the mourning sky
And we're anchored to the black cloud
Beyond the hills the mourning ocean
Anchored to a black cloud
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Nowhere to Nothing
04:03
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NOWHERE TO NOTHING
This is the new beginning
An opening and a fresh start
The "i" generation has spoken
And requires disposable art
But as the creators and forgers
It's time to make our mark
This is our new beginning
You will not throw away our art
Because we follow the passion inside
Even if it leads nowhere to nothing
We will acknowledge the pain that drives
And leads us nowhere to nothing
For what you hear is our heart and soul!
Years of experience
Crammed into a 3 minute window
With no pretence for change
No hope for fame
Only a modest desire for a digital eternity...
Possession, but the perfect term, for they own us
Nowhere to hide
Nothing to hide from
Because we follow the passion inside
Even if it leads nowhere to nothing
We will acknowledge the pain that drives
And leads us nowhere to nothing
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The Whore and The God
02:37
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THE WHORE AND THE GOD
This cultural cesspool we call society is beginning to rot
And you the fucker renting the ground floor
The remnants of civilization demand a higher motivation
Bleed for the banks
Or collapse and crawl
So we plan to worship the only whore that ever paid us any mind
And call that whore a god and call that love faith
Follow and fall the hand of man and preach prejudice through violence
Kill me now
I'm telling god everything
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First to Burn
03:26
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FIRST TO BURN
Long and drawn out
Our artificial goodbye
This nostalgic feeling of emptiness
That plagues my soul
Drapes of colour interplay
The romance with the muse
I'll watch and wait for the subjects speech
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn
Her silent epiphany
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn
Sealed In oil
With eyes that no longer exist
And a scattered past of poverty and sickness
That will never make her kneel
Nothing can inhibit /the brush stokes
Of nails hammered by the son
Posing in modest glory
Her heart forever sealed
With a starry reflection you leave
The gallery so eloquently created
I'll watch and wait for the subjects speech
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn
Her silent epiphany
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn.
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Palm Burner
03:00
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PALM BURNER
When does the quest for fame become as important as jerking and Choking or ODing in a hotel room
We worship the ground the scum grace
And beg and pray for their empty lives to be ours
Scraping together 18 bucks to piss down the box office as their egos throb in their thrones
We worship the ground the scum grace
And beg and pray for their empty lives to be ours
Feed and idolize the already dead souls of wasted artists
Don't be misled to believe that art can only come from suffering.
Just know that art doesn't flaunt /boredom in the face of the masses in the form of a burning Maserati
We worship the ground the scum grace
And beg and pray for their empty lives to be over
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Patriots
03:54
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PATRIOTS
Your flag
Is a noose to be hanged by
Sealed and tied
With the dream inside
Proud to be part of this decrepit hole
Crawl from the sewer to the throne
Since when did this become a "passionate" endeavor
To uphold and idolize the most righteous of scum
Nation led by one?
Illusion democratic
Blind choice turned against us
Elected to lead but never to rule
The most pure representation
Of ignorance
There is no greater poet than a politician
No greater artist of deception
Burning their master stroke onto our canvas
The traitors, liars, and patriots
You're all the same—you are
You are insane—you are
We are to blame—we are
We're all the same—we are
Traitors—Burning their master stroke onto our canvas
Liars—Burning their master stroke onto our canvas
Patriots—Burning their master stroke onto our canvas
You're all the same—you are
You are insane—you are
We are to blame—we are
We're all the same—we are
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