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1. |
Despair
05:10
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This indecision is my cross to bear.
This sinking feeling lives inside us all.
Forever.
We continue to walk on eggshells to preserve the contents which are already rotting in the sun.
It is an energy sink. Zero resistance.
How can those without eyelids purport to rest,
when Sol seems to have ceased its cycle?
A negative hole in the black sky.
Leave me alone.
Grind your own bones.
Down into a fine dust.
Inhale, and taste the calcium drip.
Coating your withered throat.
It's so effortless to be
trampled underfoot
In a world that doesn't care.
The hero stays in focus.
The battered fall off-screen.
Their exposure has ended.
Stamp your punch card.
You're falling out of line so
We're burning you out.
We're burning you out.
(Oh) We're burning you out
(That's it) We're burning you out.
A downward spiral
That's great, and congratulations
Under street lights,
the weak are stumbling back.
Broke and beat down.
This is a violation.
We will return, then you're gonna die.
We will return.
Ascending progress
A death, then celebration.
Forged in daylight.
The empowered are rumbling, violent.
Precognition.
This is a reverberation from the unknown.
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2. |
Obelisk
08:28
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These two sides
Whose choices bind
The altar divides
Now step down, step down
These two sides
A duality of life
The sewers rise
The moon blinds
It echoes inside
Wading through the trials of the rat race
Trampled down until it suffocates
Born and buried by the black and white ticker tape
In the hopes of a fateful escape
Escape
Now step down
Wading through the trials of the rat race
Trampled down until it suffocatеs
Born and buried by the black and white tickеr tape
Tossing tokens toward a faithful embrace
Ground into dust til the end
Squeeze every drop til the end
Now step down, step down
You must believe you are the only one
You are the only one
Kneel down, bow and sacrifice. Pay a greater price
Step down — fill your empty hands with time's fleeting sands
Meditate and capture your fate
Proliferate so you can escape
So you can escape
We'll lose our minds out in space
Unless we can escape
Pushing and pulling, ending up in the same position
Serving tradition becoming an addiction
Pushing and pulling, ending up in the same position
Serving tradition becoming an addiction
We don't deserve this planet
We don't deserve this planet
We don't deserve this planet
We don't deserve this planet
Wading through the trials of the rat race
Trampled down until it suffocates
Born and buried by the black and white ticker tape
And in essence, it's a fractured disgrace
Ground turns to dust in the end
Squeeze every drop til the end
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3. |
Bottomless
06:49
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A trail of lost people guides my way
They carved through storms to preserve it
A secret code
Unlocking the unturned corners of the mind
Purging ourselves
Driving humanity forward until an evil hand shows
Locking them up for all eternity
This means nothing to me. I've done what I'm told
I don't want a doctor
I don't want a therapist
I just need enough time alone to rest and recharge
Enough time to talk myself down from this bridge
It's all I fucking need
Enough time to talk myself down from this bridge
That’s all I really need
I don't feel like I am to blame
For all of these wounds that turned to scars
I do feel like I am ashamed
For all that I've said thus far
I'll keep self-medicating until I'm a stack of papers I own
I'll keep spending money til it catches up or bleeds me dry
And I'll rack up debt for the good of my fellow citizens
It's a tax incentive and I'm locked in
It's in my head
Fuck friends cause cash rules
It's in my head
Bouts of personification woes
Life is screaming at me to release my soul
Bouts of personification woes
Life is screaming at me to release my soul
I don't feel like I am to blame
For all of these wounds that turned to scars
I do feel like I am ashamed
For all that I've said thus far
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4. |
Agony
06:10
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The waning tide
The sun expands
And boils the Earth
No chance to watch it go
The waning tide
The minds of billions fused, then in moments, wiped without a trace
No chance to save ourselves
The waning tide
Five waves of rapidly fluctuating barometric pressure rupture the atmosphere like a pod in your washing machine
The waning tide
The excitement of steam removing your skin
Eclipsed entirely by these expeditious events
The excitement of steam removing your skin
Eclipsed entirely by these expeditious events
I thought I saw the stars
One last time
Before my body was committed to existence
But that was a glint from another life
I saw the signs
And that was the last time I felt alive
Oh, the agony of no agony
Oh, the agony of no agony
Oh, the agony of no agony
Oh, the agony of no agony
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5. |
Rot
09:25
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Now I'm in
Under your skin
You can't believe that it's happening
But it is and you've got to think it's for a reason
You'd pass the buck, but it's hunting season
Run
Out on the ice, you have only foes
No need to trust, they only oppose
Run
Trapped in a room for reasons unclear
You just wish the world would disappear
You feel dead inside
But the heart's still ticking
And this dog's still licking its wound
Mortality exhumed
Can't say I really envy you
Nor can I say I go one day without thinking you'd rather not be here
And if you agree with me
Why are you still here?
Is it good for god that you eternally suffer?
Instead of snuffing a candle
We let it drip and warp and become misshapen
And then what more is heaven?
I hope for something more
For you
Isolation
Isolation that's ending with a procession down a dark hallway, to your death
Isolation
Isolation that's ending with no family to see your end
Reflecting back to when I ruined those birds
We all rot
I wouldn't do it again if I had the chance
Rot
The world can be so sick and cruel
We all rot. Rot
I hope your brain still generates dopamine
We all rot
Your thoughts are clouded, but your conscience is clean
Rot
The pull toward disorder is relentless. I embrace it
We all Rot. Rot
In the end, we all rot
In the end, we all rot
In the end, we all rot
In the end, we all rot
We reap what you've sown
Prosperous out of nothing, you wrought
Tilled the fields past your due
They may discount it
I'll never forget it
I'll never forget it
You're now the ice — across, the old wind blows
Your last years staring out a window
We all rot
We all rot
Follow the witch
Follow the witch
We all rot
Follow the witch
We all rot
Follow the witch
We all rot
We all rot
If I see you in another life
I'll bow my head in reverence
We All rot
Follow the witch
We all rot
Follow the witch
We all rot
We all rot
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Absorb Hamilton, Ontario
5-piece death/doom metal band from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada.
Dave
Barthe
Jay
Jeff
Erik
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