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Burning Question
01:18
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Beg, stave; burning alive
Enter to the final chapter;
End the lines of a rotting tome
Root elation, floral torture
Siphon ink to paint a picture
I hope the work will satisfy
Friction with the jester’s portion
Scratching from the fucking bottom
Still searching for the answers to the questions I should never have to ask
Vile ebb in a tide of anguish
“We all knew it wouldn’t last”
No longer waiting for my chance to die...
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Good For You
01:11
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You watched me sleep in silence
A lesson in conduct
I tried to do things your way,
see how it turned out
“You’re thinking backwards”
Rapid synapse over-fire
Bloodline pulsing streams of daggers;
One for life I was forced to lead
Two for the version they chose to believe
Blood for the cycle I was promised would end
Tears for the pain that it happened again
Cold, long years between solution and me
Well you’re not the first, but you’ll be the last
“...I remember nights of violence, and I remember years despondent; shaking inside those frigid halls. A scared, helpless kid; I have to know, was I worth your price? ‘Cause I can still taste the chemicals, and I barely fucking recovered...”
Looks like you made it. Good for you.
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The Cosmic Leash
00:50
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Scratching, clawing
Writhing, pleading
Wrap myself in ointment just to quell the fucking bleeding
Pulsing under panic, burning under light
Raise my upper lip just to bare my teeth
Balance slipping, record skipping
Trepidation in the red, static levels clipping
Vision in multiples, earth around me quaking
Slam my head against the wall to cut the time of waiting
Raise my upper lip just to bare my teeth;
Unrequited war, in the hands of the cosmic leash
I wouldn’t cross a man who claims to talk to God
I’m either crazy or I’m right
See truth unfold with the twist of a knife
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Their World
01:03
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“Fall into the void”
I know my place, the only constant;
Suffer the endless distance between my world and theirs.
Fucking cut off again
I’ve come to know, my only solace;
Suffer
(I know my portion, so) burn their world, burn it to the ground
It's such a sick feeling to figure it out
Nearly three decades vanished
I’m no stranger to isolation, my whole existence is contrast
So there’s your apology
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Drill Sergeant Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Hardcore Punk from Philadelphia, PA.
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