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Silent Beheading
02:05
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Dragged to an unknown location
Bound and bleeding out
Rope burns and lacerations
Tight against my throat
"Heretic, meet your end"
Vulnerable, limp, and lifeless
Prepared for a shallow grave
Emotions have left me
All but fear
Nowhere to hide
No thoughts but empty whispers and
Gestures to a voice that mocks me
"Pray... Pray for death!"
Savage blows strike the back of my head
Granting me a brief respite from
The terror that overwhelms my body
As I numb from the pain encumbering me
"God help me..."
To which I've realized that there's no answer
And that here is where my existence meets it's end
No escape
Taking my last breath
Apathetic as the pressure from the blade meets my welcoming neck
Body limp
Eyes turn black
As i'm left
Beheaded
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2. |
In Violent Glory
04:30
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Enshrined in a blind devotion
Bloodlust empowers me
Leading down to self destruction
Body imbued with fervor
Fueling vile tendencies
Implanting egotistic lies
Forgive our disgrace
We know not what we do
Servants of death
Obsolete conscience
Easily misled by certainty
Making the ultimate sacrifice
"Justified" martyrdom
In time you will learn to enjoy the hostility
Rendering all inhospitable and desecrated
Yet to think that in irony
You will not live to see the Pyrrhic victory
Cyclical patterns coiling our own arrogance
"As ancestors before us,
and generations to come:
We shall return to dust."
Silently fighting off all of my hesitation
To question this grand fantasy
Dissidence, apostasy
Sings a familiar refrain as I remember
"Paradise beckons above
As glory awaits
Cut off your strings,
puppets of god!
Seek reality..."
Slowly my sanity bends
Nerves uncontrollably numb
The mind gives in
And betrays the body
As it repeats the mantra
"Paradise beckons above
As glory awaits
Cut off your strings,
puppets of god!
Seek reality..."
Children of perdition
Damned to servitude
Outcast to the unknown
Wastelands become our tombs
Forgive our disgrace
We know not what we do
Servants of death
Obsolete consciousness
Nothing more than fodder bred for murder for a pointless cause
Yet still we're giving in to become the holy ultimate sacrifice
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3. |
Hot Box
01:11
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Compression
Anticipation
Of a looming decay
Demanding impotence of self
Restriction
Feeling helpless
Tempers boil from within
A bind that forms no escape
Beaten down into repression
Empty minds forming a pit
Devoid of meaning
Repressing
Mental burden
Hopelessness and despair
Descending deeper into hell
Constricting
Disconnection
Rapid obsolescence
Lashing out with mindless aggression
Content with the duplicity
Becoming a broken tool
Used without purpose
Superficial ablution
Becoming a herd of lost
Sheep without shepherds
The embodiment of primordial chaos manifesting death
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4. |
Inhumanitarian
02:32
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Hatred borne from loathing each other
Inherent human disease
We cannot build forth a future
From not what was meant to be
Blind hypocrites
Selfish mass
Of pure ignorance
Scum
Increasing conflict
Blind resentment
Of the oppressed
Bred in excess
Becoming human sacrifice
Searching for answers
Corrupt power
Of our empires
Past and fallen
Abundant in our weaknesses
Instead of seeking the enlightenment
You've taken away the ability
So pious in your credulity
These hands that have seen death
Sheltered away from all living things
In darkness I find serenity
Devastating consequence
Crumbling empires counting graves
Overpopulating our minds
With frivolity
Feeding the frustrations
In every human being
Surrounded by our voices
Entombed in misery
Doomed to certain failure
Condemned to history
So reflect when darkness seeps into light
We've now blinded ourselves
Shielded by our selfish incompetence
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5. |
Condemned
03:16
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Awakened by a silent whisper
The wind transcribes my end
Gently lashing my face
Bitterness and realization
Outcast by those who would be considered brethren
Four walls surrounding me
Light breaks from the hole above me
No escape from this confinement
Submitting to the psychosis
(Looking back)
Did I fight the monster?
(Seeking truth)
Or was it me?
(Living proof)
Blood on my hands not of mine,
What have I done?
(Lacking will)
Seeking the answer
(Giving in)
Of my actions
(Punishment)
Solitude, my suffering
Payments for crimes
In this forsaken hole
My existence
Reduced to live out my end
Witness to my own death
Left abandoned
Only one escape from this
Making preparations
Incantations
To reach where I deserve to be
Hallucinations and apparitions
Dance around me
As I collapse
Warped and twisted
Losing sense of
Limited awareness
Blacking out to dancing shadows
Pulling away
Suddenly the realization
I am my own enemy
The faces of my betrayal
Basked in genocide
Actions from my own hands
Taking of their lives
Useless expenditure
Miserable undertakings
Pointless endeavor
Perceptions severed
Relinquishing all my control
Exterminating the logical
Survival instinct now kicks in
Preservation of sanity slipping away
Un-animated and lifeless
Just as those that I left behind
For this there's no answer:
Will I be welcome in the afterlife?
Plague upon the world
Born to die alone
Left in peace forevermore
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6. |
Psycopulation
02:04
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Controlled mindsets
Hidden Strategies
Fake confessions
Mental torment
Impossible Idiocracy
Perfect in our denial
Communication failure
Ambition to brainwash the masses
Strategies developing, contained within
Curating content
Desecrating the mind
Fed into the maw of madness
Persuaded by methods of ill intent
Domesticated through psychology
Contrarian discourse
Raked through the coals of orthodoxy
Manipulated identity
Expendable humanity
Engineered reality
Deceived and destroying
Dispersing society
Selling the tools of our own destruction
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