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The Narcissist
02:23
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Kneel. Bow down
Prostrate yourself
Bathe the ground
With the insecurities of devotion.
It’s not enough, the singular fixation
On top of alters
Twisting spirals rupture
This is love, singular and destroying.
Feel the wall
It’s never high enough
A monument
To all that’s been ignored.
They’ll one day praise it.
The singular fixation
On of top alters
Twisting spirals rise
This is love, singular and degrading.
We fall (this is loathing) even deeper down (this is a kindness) on to empty sour ground (this is loveless, but alone no one can stop you)
(A God complex squandered, lost to lessons in shame The spoils of humility brow beaten into place.)
The singular fixation is not enough.
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2. |
The Defeatist
03:22
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With the winter winds comes introspections tomb.
Bury me deep beneath among these twisted roots.
So I can’t feel the chill of them walking over my grave
Shut me in, locked away
Sins of a father, love of a mother
Gift of regret we call brother.
And so we lie to one another.
And call it moving on
It’s not about the dead, but how we feast on their corpses.
One bite at a time
I’ve been gone but for not long enough
Gift of regret we call brother.
And so we lie to one another.
And call it moving on.
To be forgotten, a mercy.
To be forgotten, forgiveness.
In the end is just a moment in time, but afterwards is when you’ll see I’m right.
Lost.
Alone.
And defeated.
Find solace
In letting go.
Lost.
Alone
And defeated.
Find solace
Im letting go
Of hope
The lie.
In defeat there is peace
With the winter winds comes introspections tomb.
Bury me deep beneath among these twisted roots.
And I’ll
This life is killing me, but not fast enough.
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3. |
The Misanthropist
03:25
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Bottom out.
Scrape the barrel.
Trending toward anxiety.
The line between freedom and failure; reckless abandon or carefully?
In you, a capacity for worthlessness.
In you, eternally the cynic.
Are you proud?
A clusterfuck, a dumpster fire. The diagnosis, a spreading virus. Capacity for worthlessness. Some rustic cunt just like all the rest.
Are you proud?
Can you say it out loud that it feels good?
It may leave you scared and broken
beating down the door for one more chance to get it right.
But it feels good.
Bottom out.
Scrape the barrel.
Trending toward anxiety.
The line between freedom and failure; reckless abandon or carefully?
Are you proud?
A clusterfuck, a dumpster fire. The diagnosis, a spreading virus. Capacity for worthlessness. Some rustic cunt just like all the rest.
Are you proud?
Can you say it out loud that it feels good?
It may leave you scared and broken
beating down the door for one more chance to get it right.
But it feels good.
This body a temple, cursed and crumbling ruins.
Can you say it out loud that it feels good?
It may leave you scared and broken
beating down the door for one more chance to get it right.
But it feels good.
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4. |
The Pessimist
03:16
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he all seeing eye detached
Overdeveloped. Under attack
How much left to atrophy?
How will you deal with the certainty now?
In ignorance our bliss is seen as grace.
Are you inspired now?
Brace yourself against the waves
in all their fury and let them break
upon your wall
As they receded back from the light
Compassion is in letting them all die
Are you inspired now?
Unquestioning
Unreasoning
When light the is all you’ll see, what horrors will thrive in the dark?
Inspired?
Are you inspired now?
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5. |
The Nihilist
02:29
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The fine line between peace and hopelessness,
Lost to these unending shades of grey.
There was a time the words didn’t matter.
Now I find them entirely meaningless.
Cycling through defeat.
What do these lessons bring?
Fool trying to pay
For a more comfortable grave
Useless
As pointless as life
Useless
As pointless as life itself
Useless
As pointless as life
Useless
Promise of tomorrow
The hope rings loud and hollow
Every day we wake
Will always be today.
Judgement drips from loose smacking lips
Choking on thick worthless tongues
A gesture pointless as life itself
It’s useless. It’s useless. It’s useless
Forgiveness flows from broke bleeding hearts
Tears streaming from long dead eyes
A gesture pointless as life itself
It’s useless. It’s useless. It’s useless
Time resolves all because somewhere I’m already gone.
A gesture pointless as life itself
It’s useless. It’s useless. It’s useless.
Time resolves all because somewhere I am gone.
Cycling through defeat.
What do these lessons bring?
A fool trying to pay
For a more comfortable grave
Useless
As pointless as life
Useless
As pointless as life itself
Useless
As pointless as life
Useless
As pointless as life itself
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6. |
The Stigmatist
03:21
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Hammer your nails in me
Watch the wounded bleed
And shame the suffering
A selfless act of manipulation
But who’s fooling who?
We all have our own desires
The guilt, the shame, the need to control
The uncompromising “I” sacrificed for
Selfless has never been so selfish.
Hammer your nails in me
Watch the wounded bleed
And shame the suffering
Spear wound tattoo punctured on the side
An affirmation. Encrusted diamond pride.
Wholly imposter, unholy monster
Pretentious fuck pretending that they matter.
Selfless has never been so selfish.
Selfish has never been so righteous.
Sorrow and suffer
Because you’ll praise the martyr
Spear wound tattoo punctured on the side
An affirmation. Encrusted diamond pride.
Wholly imposter, unholy monster
Pretentious fuck pretending that they matter
Selfless has never been so selfish.
Selfish has never been so righteous.
Hammer your nails in me
Watch the wounded bleed
And shame the suffering
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7. |
The Fatalist
02:45
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How can the unbending end
Always take so long
With everywhere being all at once,
Infinitely past event horizons?
Blinded by sirens,
We’re all called out to sea
Seduced by ghosts of fervent lusting
Sport fucking fate to breed our legacies
Promises all
Born in shit
And then wiped clean.
A pointless game
Always the same.
Pre deterministic fractals, we march
Repeated and insignificant
Always was always so unyielding
Stagnant flame that burns so brightly
The end was never futures oncoming
The gallows, never waiting patiently
We just can’t see the noose that’s always been
Tied around our necks.
The unchanging death
Of rebirth
How can the unbending end
Always take so long
With everywhere being all at once,
Infinitely past event horizons?
Blinded by sirens,
We’re all called out to sea
Seduced by ghosts and fervent lusting
Sport fucking fate to breed our legacies
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8. |
The Illusionist
03:30
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This golden haloed Christly crown
makes for a quite stunning visage
Too loose and garish on my
head to make a proper use of it
This devil on my shoulder
yelling bastard does as bastard is
Takes me out for another round.
He’s always been the better fit.
Oh My God
Wisdom chases me but i have always been faster.
Oh My God
As soon as I stop laughing I’ll admit to my disasters.
Forlorn and fucked, a backwoods holy man.
Self righteous cunt failing to save buck always outwitting a new success.
Excuses are a flattery in its lowest form
I crashed the car. I killed the girl, but I swear to god the devil moved the pole.
The demons flee
And all i know is alone
The angles sing
And the words they hit my soul
Where can you go to hide when the hell you fear’s lurking inside you?
This process, unyielding.
This process, unforgiving.
When do i finally see
The end that I’ve been failing towards?
When do I finally see?
This process, unyielding.
This process, unforgiving.
This golden haloed Christly crown makes for a quite stunning visage
But too loose and garish on my head to make a proper use of it
This devil on my shoulder yelling bastard does as bastard is
Takes me out for another round.
He’s always been the better fit.
My God, where does it stop?
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