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Grief Coma
01:16
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Grief is gravity
Dragging me towards the light
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Dogs Smell Seizures
01:38
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Suffer through, how? Suffer through, why? For every give there is a take, forgiving every perpetrate. Welcome back with open arms and cover up another scar. There’s no solace in the weight of what he did, he may never find peace, and I’m okay with that. Get Fucked.
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Slow Death Pt. 2
01:32
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I wish I had your coffin, or your excuse to leave. You feed me promises and I shit out disappointment. Shape shift for me, Silence says everything. No pre-existing condition, mirrors on all sides. Watch yourself wither alone as time turns you into a ghost. Round and round we spin with feet of lead and wings of tin.
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Stranger in the mirror, it hurts to exist. Plant of pain, 10mgs a day. No harm, n foul.
The world and mind die on the vine. Concrete and light.
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I want to watch you suffer, all the pain inflicted. You’re a flower that will never bloom, and my love for you has withered. Misery will follow you. Now pain never leaves, but I kept myself alive. You stayed sedated, and went for a drive. Can death comfort me? Every festering lie will rot you away, and I'll replace every thought of you. Help me get you out of my heart.
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Pull the dead tooth from the fucking root. The bad seed grows inside of all of us. The promise land is a promise unkept, standing in line waiting for the end of days. Please god just send death, sweet death to come and take me. Smoke signals won’t reach me, the fire has burnt out. Piss and blood stains all around. This was once a hallowed ground. Sucking milk and honey from wounds on the wrists of god. Taking back what's rightfully ours. Make it right, pain for pain. I cannot stay in your suffering. Sterling gates painted gold.
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Weeping Porcelain
02:49
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Can’t switch it off. Shackle my hands, burn off my skin. Can’t sleep at night. Living in pain, hide it away. Can't find comfort. Peel back the skin, darkness within. Make me bleed. Make it scab. Watch me plea. Repeat. Keep itching, peeling back the skin. It’s so hard to be nice to the person within when you remind me how hard I hold on. Pour salt in my open wound. The gift of suffering pushes me over the edge.
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Hearts Grown Cold
02:57
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Empathy is a dead language. I cannot stay in your suffering. You fuel the fire while we’re suffocating. Burning bridges, kiss of death. Pulling wings off butterflies looking for cause and effect. Ain’t nothing left for me. Hearts grown cold. “Anything would be better than this agony, This creeping pain that gnaws and caresses, but never hurts quite enough.” Hell is other people.
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Roots Of A Dying Tree
01:33
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I want to leave the world a better place than when I found it, but I don't think that will be the case. I’ve seen hell too many times to feel alive and well. Eyes, mouth, and ears sewn shut. Sleep tight, don’t wake. Choke on the father's lies, screaming in pain though you’re dead inside. Got nothing on my mind, except the end of my life.
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Eternal Bind
02:48
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Eyes roll back, dig the scam. Conscious collapse. Crawling down a path of blackened ash. I can’t go back. I feel god’s breath along my neck, overtaken by cordyceps. Perishing mind, ego dvine. Run up the spin, eternal bind. Unrelenting sun scorches every tree. My father feasts upon the ashes that I sweep. Communion abhorrence, suffer the lonesome performance.
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Gasping for breath, the urge remains. Return to the depths, kill the pain. Nature vs. nurture, fish were born to swim. Progress to a fault, trees don’t choose to grow. Crawling through a sea of broken glass, I will not die on the dry land. Sleep doesn’t help, the drinks don’t help, no one helps, nothing fucking helps.
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Times Of Despair
01:42
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I hear a death rattle when I close my eyes. I know in my heart your pain is no surprise. Envy rots my bones, despair knows no bounds. Silence drowns the sound when I remind myself of the view from half way down. I want to be in on the joke, poking holes in every life boat. Comfortably sinking in times of despair.
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I will never be better than me. I am the worst version of myself. Pain, never ending. Pain, just constant. I see no end in sight. I want to be free of me. The child's teeth grow dull in the shape of the mother's teat. Let go of the world you know, false visions of reality. The ripe fruit turns sour on the limbs of the rotting tree. When my time comes, and everything goes cold there's still one thing I need to know. What's beyond the other side of the dirt?
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Bird Law Illinois
Noisecore from Lake County
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