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A Mental Recantation
04:06
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Hello inside your hollow feel, do you remember why you're laughing?
What you're saying and what I'm hearing, these things are not the same
You stare through, I look at you, freshness lacking in your words
I wish this would change, you'll stay the same, you like to be the problem
You face me through the mirror, an image of my inner self
A forgotten configuration, controlling me, my outer self
Barbed impressions, shifting thoughts confusing me
An emotional creation, a psychotic separation
I'm the front, you'll take my place and stick me with the rest of the lost
My face, your face, what face?
Will I know me tomorrow?
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Morbid Wake
03:29
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I arose cloaked in blackness, by body's numb as I try to move
Everything had changed somehow, I was not whole
My senses, entirely void of, surroundings which left me confused
A fragment, a glimpse of the past, the only proof that I had a life
I found my self far too open, spread out in scattered parts
I lost my head, in a literal sense
Was I alive in a state of shock?
Was this a game being played with my mind or had I just died?
My morbid wake reveals dementia and twisted thoughts
Where was I? Was this Hell?
Infested, the sores won't heal. How many days have I been this way?
Contorted, the shape I'm in, a spiral mass of flesh condemned
Slowly regaining a sense of life, it comes to me with a knifing pain
The wreckage is off in the distance, as I lay fifty yards away
I feel the time has come for me to be afraid
I'm bleeding, I'm dying, I will sleep forever more
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Pissing Mass
03:46
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Reassembled Embryo
02:01
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Reform the mess, remaking the piece of meat
Reshaping the figure of flesh
Cutting in deep, the face within, adhering limb to throat
Glittering trinkets attached where it's vision should be
Come one, come all to the show of shows
the all new Reassembled Embryo
It's loads of fun, controlled existence
Reassembled Embryo
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Condensed Meat
04:10
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I cannot cope with the idiocy, the fact is we don't get along
While you're trying to be something that you're not, I scoff at your existence
Some feel that you shouldn't be here, and with them I tend to agree
You're no more than a gurgled choke in the back of the throat of your favorite whore
How I abhor thee, your incompetence, your weak mind
Now you'll lick your festering sores, I'll leave your tongue to taste
How does it feel to watch your hacked body quiver?
To taste your kidney's bile rushing out, chewing every bite of horror
Your whole life, never taking a stand
Now you'll suffer as I cram your mouth with the sickly remains of the man you never were
A breathing lump of sour flesh
that speaks foul stenching words, regarding nothingness
The afterlife contains no hope for you, you'll be dabbled with and strewn aside
a mockery of your past life, shackled like a dog at the gates of abandonment
Trashed, beaten, ripped from your previous hell
My abhorrence for you is resolved knowing you're soon to be treated justly
Stuck in the back with burning hooks, hanging from your skin
Burn forever slowly, I'll come with your next meal
How does it feel to be your own meal?
I'm sure you can't remember now
It's my turn to feast, and I'll shit you out a better man
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The Curse of Ahriman
03:22
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Betwixt now and then, where did we begin?
Burden of beasts sower of pain, will we ever see the light again?
So long to walk, if my brain could talk
Servitude of multitudes, a thanks and a smile
The forgotten sight of our inner selves, once prominent now diminished
The stories grow, my t.v.'s slow, Ahriman
Stole all my plans to be a better man, Ahriman
The stories grow, my t.v.'s slow, Ahriman
And I'm seeing a whole lot better, Ahriman
Blinded by sight, my brain becomes trite, Ahriman
And I'm seeing a whole lot better, Ahriman
Two yellowed lumps seeing no further than the now we have to face
To replenish the vision of eternity all must be forsaken
all beings in communion
Sight in a physical sense increases eternal insight
So long to walk, if my brain could talk
And I'm seeing a whole lot better
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