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Plea
02:11
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[Instrumental]
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Grinding Gears
04:04
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I am tied with the guilty, complaisant, and waiting. Then I am gorging, the weak, and the rotting.
Self hatred is not a position of valor, it will not stop the person with all of the power.
Grinding gears.
Grinding gears spread the fear.
The light casts the perfect unbalanced illumination.
We can not drain the last of our earth.
We want to burn in the summer's sun.
The circle of consumption.
We consume the culture and then we throw it away.
They grow the foods then we step on their fingers as they dig out their graves.
We are feeding a part of our hearts that we'll never satiate.
We stand and wait, they stay enslaved.We stand and wait, they stay encaged. x2
Grinding gears. x2
Grinding gears spread the tears. x4
Grinding gears. Grinding gears spread the fear.
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Sustainer of Nothing
06:10
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Every lie, every confrontation; your promises falsified through action.
In your eyes I was the failure and my truth I denied myself to see.
Let me beg forgiveness one last time. One last time.
Don't tell me that you don't want my whole life; don't worry the problem is always me.
If I look over my shoulder in fear, that's an attack to you; shades drawn back it's clear.
If I tell you I hurt be rest assured that I'm not owed to feel this.
This was always your truth, Not mine. Not mine.
now watch the fucking gas light. Gas light.
I reached out to you, but you let my words fall to the ground. To the ground.
You're the sustainer of nothing, the eyes look inward and can't let me speak. They can't let me speak. x2
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Watching
04:08
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You watch the tears fall, absorbed in the ground. Inhale life, there is nothing left.
There is nothing left.
There is nothing left, but to die.
Fuck your law. I will not consume the waste of its flaws.
Grinding halt to your caustic cause. Mockery met with applause. x2
Listen to their voices how they ring. Watching our earth burn how they sing.
Rejoice rejoice wave goodbye.
Watching our earth burn. x4
Servitude to a swinging axe. The pain relapsed. We collapse. x4
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5. |
Rune
01:00
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[instrumental]
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6. |
Least Testament
03:41
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Am I searing what's left, the seizing memories of past. Perhaps just obscuring the blemishes en masse. I still see the door twisting, abstracting, and itching to harass.
Object. x2
Object permanence of self. Directly impacting my health.
Hell. x5
What will it take now. I've seen myself fail. Fighting off my own assail.
It has been written. Too proud to show growth in my heart.
Riddled with cancer from the start. I am not enlightened.
Look in the mirror for something to feed spite in.
My least testament. x6
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Exhaust
05:59
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In the depths grasping for truths, my eyes are in line with you.
I can hear the laughter ringing in my ears. Who am I? Who am I to you?
Integral aspects of truth are escaping the mind from moment to moment to bad omen.
Do I ask for misery, or is it one misstep planting the seed? Is there growth from pain, or a hardened to feeling to accept your fate?
Do I turn this thought over and over until it has lost all meaning? Do I dig the hole for the soul to rest or walk hand in hand with every percept, with everything?
I can hear the laughter ringing in my ears. Who am I? Who am I to you?
In this light.
In this time.
With parched eyes and drowning heat.
I am whole.
I am.
For a moment we are infinite.
Hatred does not exist.
A communion between the earth and the vessel that we reside in.
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Conductance of Being
09:19
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I offer myself to the soil.
Rebuilt to be the essence of life for all.
The conductance of being; grappling to find a place in the voids of time.
The universe opens its mouth to allow entrance.
Into the air of collective consciousness.
Break down my bones, my flesh of selfishness, and my arrogant misplaced pride.
It will one day be rectified.
My love and admiration given over to feed the starved and the broken.
I know no true life of spiritual devotion, I know only of expanse.
Finding truth and rest in the absence of corporeal existence.
When we reach the last wall of transference.
When final moments arrive, feed every heart with light.
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9. |
Open Window
02:59
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[Instrumental]
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