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Burlap
01:56
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You fantasize in a pitiful daze
Writing to me with malignant intention
I've got eyes from beyond the grave
Call it, "friends in filth ridden dimensions"
Sick, sick seed
Pulsing like a wet fever dream
You shouldn't have signed your name
Is this where you want to be? Sent to your loved ones in pieces
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I.H.N.M.I.M.S.
02:43
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Landing in a drowned field
Sifting through burnt photographs
Out of sight, out of my mind
The dead that were have turned to dust
Metallic, rusting carcass of artificial intelligence
The musty stench dulls the scent of air
As I go stark, staring mad
Daddy, the deranged
Life becomes a stage
A snuff play on Broadway
In this computerized age...
Death seeps quietly through cracks
Floorboards gorged and steeped in black
A homegrown hatred, tried and true
A new age evil with an iron hue
We become the machine
Fusing with our kin
We bite Mother's tender breasts
Covered in sores and sins
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Cielo Drive
03:52
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Clutching my placenta, mourning mother love
An orphan of chaos, born in pools of blood
Consumed by crustaceans, making their home in my skull
Stomach full of human teeth, throat stuffed with moss
Hung from the magnolia, lured into the swamp
I can tell that all this is going to Hell...
Cracking branches, cloven feet
Children hide behind cypress knees
Vertigo in hotel halls
Leading to rooms with bloodstained walls
Jaws clench, teeth crack
Carried on metallic rats
The screen explodes, I'm sucked inside
A dead blessing, I cannot hide
A hand appears and pulls me down
Beneath the water, dirty brown
A sun-dried corpse on Heaven's heels
The only way that I can feel...
I can see specters in the rear-view
Chattering hymnals in my head
There's nothing I can do that will stop me
Waking up to you in my bed
"Say goodbye to the world!", she screamed
As she cut the cord between two ghosts
Waking up brings new meaning to me
As a stray dog digs up her bones
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Humid Hellscapes
00:45
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A cluster of tubes calls to me spewing
Thick smog like sweet perfume for the rich
Dozens of lives make up the mind
While under the guise of a blue sky
Something waits behind...
Listen for the barking dogs
Look for the woman with the crown of stars
Wormwood falls in the presence of God
Blessed are the dead, gnawing their tongues
Let me play your prophet, girl
Let's take our lives before the end of the world
I can't seem to forget the taste of
Angels and their golden waste
The fungus grows and turns to stone
Reminding me of what I owe
A white dress flows
Covered in burn holes
It's true, a corpse is best left alone
The end is nigh
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