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Voyeur
01:17
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OBSESSION!
It's OK to look as long as you pay
It's on the screen so it must be OK
They suck you in to reality
They make you watch, they make you pay!
To watch ourselves, our filthy culture
Entertain ourselves
VOYEUR!
You'd pay to make me sick
As long as you catch it all
OBSESSION!
It's OK to act desperate for fame
If they see you now they may catch your name
They'll draw you into reality
Then we'll watch this horrific display
Watching ourselves, filthy vultures
Entertain ourselves
VOYEUR!
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Heritage
02:09
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The hateful heritage of our terrible traditions
Antiquated nonsense, an intolerable lack of vision
Welcome to the world feel free to join in any time
Leave behind the ludicrous lies and help progress the future of humankind
Cross communications lost in a war of static noise
The armies of our dystopia march to the beat of their own worthless wars
Moronic farces more alike than is comfortable to admit
Mirror images making the same mistakes and failing to move on
There is no future without awareness, history has a place
But it's not something to be worshipped, we can learn from past mistakes
Separationist mentality, a hateful reminder of our shameful pasts
Remove the bigoted bias and you'll find we're somewhere close to free at last
The disgraceful behaviour wrought on behalf of good intentions
Validating countless atrocities daily without intervention
The ones who claim the moral high ground usually turn their backs on truth
Blind until it serves their cause, only then will their tent poles begin to move
The wars were fought so long ago, the blood was spilt, the hatred won
But time it seems can heal old wounds and from scorched earth a seed was sewn
A ray of light, yet faithless, anew, no more wars to wage, just truth to pursue
A gift from no one and nowhere but one with a boundless worth
Such a vast wealth of knowledge waiting to be unearthed
Or buried deep should we choose to return to fictitious primal things
Forgoing reason for ancient fables and let the inevitable darkness back in
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Shallow
01:10
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I don't know who you think you are
And I don't understand why you'd think
Even for a second that I would care
I don't understand why it's so hard to see
I hate the way you always glance at me
With such a vacant stare...
SUCH A VACANT STARE!
Is there nothing on your mind?
Nothing left in there for me to find?
Humans left you a step behind
Putting you down would be too kind
A bolt through your skull would be humane
Your every utterance is feigned
Nothing but a worthless wasted life of shame
I don't know who you think you are
And I don't understand why you think
Even for a second that I would care
I don't understand why it's so hard to see
I hate the way you always glance at me
With such a vacant stare...
THAT NEVER ENDING STARE!
Such drivel and despair
Just white noise
And your SHALLOW cares!
SHALLOW!!!
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Disgust
03:06
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Beyond the veil, the foetid smog
There is a place I know you'd loathe
A place of love, a place of peace
A place I knew you'd spread your disease
And you have
You nourished the veil, the foetid smog
This wondrous place that you loathe
Blame it all upon our world, blame it all upon this Earth
Are you not brimming with disgust?
Blacken! Destroy! end it all!
Until there is nothing left...
Nothing...
Nothing but dust!!
It gave us life
And a chance to evolve
You poisoned us all
Problem solved!
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Crone
01:10
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The wrinkles deep upon your brow
The secrets kept upon your mouth
You'd give away the darkest truths
For a mere reaction to rebuke
Twist the knife whilst deep inside
Play the victim card one last time
The imitation game
Just another face
Another withered life
Gnarled and seething spite
The truth won't set you free
It left you long ago
A lifetime of deceit
Solidified your role:
The whisper on the wind
The nagging sense of dread
The wicked voice of the reasonless
The rage of words unsaid
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Locust
01:04
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I spy a filthy little magpie, caught it!
Dirty, thieving corvid, oh but
What is this you've hoarded?
Yes! You just can't resist
A hint of a glint and you covet it
Despite losing the game
I can see the greed but where's the shame?
Hey there, you're looking kinda flustered, aren't you?
Red handed, sycophantic
Sociopathic, slippery fraudster
No sign of remorse, nor dignity
Beneath the plethora of serpent traits
On your yellow belly in the long grass
Already coiled to strike again
LOCUST! You are but a plague upon this land
The blight amongst the crop, and I am the pesticide
COCKROACH! I feel the need to lend a helping hand
The type of hand which giveth can likewise take your pathetic life
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Interlude
03:37
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[Instrumental]
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Delusional
01:36
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Trust no one, pander to your paranoid mind
Don't think it through, fight or flight!
Walk alone, wander through the world ignorant
Don't understand logic, random acts of spite
Believing con-men over any shred of evidence
Sign it over to the blatantly brain-damaged
Delve deeper find the bottom of the endless pit
I don't want to hear another senseless word you spit!
You're blind to the facts and highly delusional
A foolish waste of breath, you're insufferable!
The world simply does not revolve around you
It's no great conspiracy that you're delusional!
Believe it all you want it doesn't make it true
A more ill-conceived notion has never been spewed
Paranoia nurtured, a malicious maniac
Who can't see the bigger picture, a worthless hack
Retort before you listen lest logic lead the way
Regurgitated venom, your elder's vile traits
Infested with their hatred, spreading like a plague
Next time take that drill bit and bore it deep into your brain
Delusions of grandeur grander than the stack of lies you lay upon
A self imposed bed of nails, your skewered back upon the rod
Can you feel the noose around your neck? Wholly hoisted by your own petard
The world is bigger than you and will relish in the event of your demise
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Conflict (War II)
01:53
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WAR!
Conflict manifests in many a form
A violent wave raging throughout time
Forever merciless within the eye of the storm
Fuel for hatred to fool the maligned
Conflict persists despite progress
The hidden hand clenched behind the drapes
Fawning over fantasies of the oppressed
Decimated by each other until we reach "checkmate"
WAR!
Conflict resists and will never break
Will never seek a different path to take
Macerating all who would stand in the way
Delighting on the over saturated aftertaste
War bringer! Harbinger! What will be the price?
Must we play the game? Make the sacrifice?
Fighting fire with fire with all morality gone
Conflict loves misery and on and on and on...
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XIII
02:34
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How many fingers am I holding up?
Can you tell me how many once belonged to you?
If you're seeing double vision
The answer to both is more than two
But the real question is
How many will remain when I am through?
A trick question of course
I will never let you leave
You're now a fixture in this
Somewhat morbid torture artist gallery
So don't fear the reaper
Because you're stuck here with me
And my imagination is more grim
Than any fictional being!
But why are you here you ask
And struggling to speak
Could it be the stitches on your lips
Previously slit from cheek to cheek?
The missing tongue, some teeth and vocal chords
Now unnecessary parts
I've taken nothing vital yet
Be still your beating heart!
How much can you live without?
Will anything be missed?
Several limbs less later
We'll know your final predicament:
Choking on your vomit
So helplessly you gag
Whilst your eyes glisten like stars
Upon your crimson mask
How many others can you spot
In your peripheral view?
Do you spot a pattern yet?
Can it really be true?
Someone played the game far better
And caught such fickle prey
It's he who hunts the hunter
Who sits highest atop the food chain
Sorry, I see you're flagging
But please come back 'round soon
We're only just getting started
And there is so much left to do
Each chunk of meat carved
Is for the lives you wrecked
Each scorch mark upon your flesh
Part of your punishment!
Ah, what a pleasant sight
To see you still somewhat alive
And kicking like the others
Oh how my creativity thrives!
I fear I went artistically ballistic
With the switchblade strokes
Beneath your colour palette swab
I see a hint of exposed bone
But it's the fear in your eyes
That I connect with the most
The fear of it ending too soon, that is
Somewhat different, I know!
You're still choking on blood and vomit
Waterboarded by sick
Eyes still barely open
To let the horror in
Extremities slowly turning
A stomach churning shade of blue
Are you still hoping for a Saviour?
Nobody is coming for you!
There is no end in sight
I'll keep you very much alive
Strung up with the others
Thirteen devils in a line
All deserving of the most
Unimaginable pain
Living out your deepest nightmares
Over and over, again and again!
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Poison
02:50
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[N/A]
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Lech
02:07
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The worst kind of mind is most active
Playing ignorant, denying any fault
"It's just the way I am!" it spews these views
Another thin ice lined case you've closed
But skating such lakes make break
Can you feel the heat beneath you rise?
How many "get out of jail free" cards
Do you think your Trojan Horse can provide?
'Round and 'round, the same old story
Which chamber will you spend today?
One or Two were claimed last night
And at least Three the past week you grazed
Are you becoming lazy? Or maybe it's ego?
Barely keeping your head above the water line
The numbers depleting so quickly for you
It appears you're running out of time
The more that you dispute it
The more obvious it becomes
And the only one that you're fooling
Is at your end of the gun
Never enough though, or so it seems
It must be a predatory instinct
Something primal to rival reason
As you scout out your next victim
Excuses, excuses, "Don't blame me!"
Indignant not innocent, excuses overused
These repeated acts. each more out of line
The walls are closing in around you
Not enough fingers to fill the holes
In your cover, tiptoe along the ledge
Justify your actions all you want
Under the surface you're still a filthy Lech!
CRAWLING! Skin is crawling!
PREDATOR! "It's just my nature!"
Nobody believes you
Because you're see-through and deceitful
And those whom you prey on
Are always seeking ways to
Escape from your disgraceful
Actions which pertain to
EVERYTHING you say and
EVERYTHING you do so
Do the world a favour
And empty Six into your face!
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[N/A]
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