1. |
No Life
07:08
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Clybourn,
A crooked arrow
Flying straight
Into the mouth
Of the beast
Fog-enshrouded headstones
in the distance
Piercing the sky,
Haunted by the soulless ghouls
Of commerce
Moneyed robes
cannot
mask the obstacles,
Cut down
by my
my blade in flight
Slice through progress
With triumphant regression
The cut draws not blood
But shame and impotence
From the lumbering brutes
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2. |
No Body
04:16
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I am wed
to my machine
It disgusts you
I am wed
to my machine
Revolting
My machine-
like grace
As I weave
through this
mobile cemetery
This swift
freedom
of
mechanical fluidity
Is
sickening
The liberation
it’s beyond the symbolic:
Piston legs
Headlamp eyes
Engine heart
The nausea
of the imprisoned
Comes in waves
from the
gridlocked
chain gang
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3. |
Bastard Children of Rust
04:30
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Stripped clean
Neglect nuzzles your frame
One companion left: decay
One companion left: decay
Left with nothing,
each piece stolen away
Shamed in public,
lay naked and bruised
Used up and left to rot
Rust the only release
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4. |
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No blade so thin
as to pierce its armor
No blade so strong
as to strike it down
No blade so thin
as to pierce its armor
No blade so strong
as to strike it down
The all-consuming phantasm
Withers the swimming dagger
No matter how strongly forged
Or robust
Surrender, our duplicitous companion,
Is cast to the periphery.
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5. |
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Nestled in the cloak of summer,
Insidious fall places its hand
On the hilt of the sharpest season
The sword drawn
Any being that crosses its path
Is struck down
Forged in driven snow (and piercing wind,)
Winter’s blade
Renders your armor useless
While lumbering beasts succumb
Our slim daggers remain unbroken
Navigating the walls of white
The gleaming sword shone
In all its hideous glory
We face it with reverence and awe
This all-consuming blade
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6. |
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Overpopulated wasteland
A woman’s absolute choice is the solution
Barricade against parasitic invaders, deny entrance to the sacred castle
Banished babies’ souls float up to heaven
Only to be bored to a second death
By proselytizing drones
The female body, a temple
The parasite has no right
To befoul the holy sanctuary
Vacate the premises
Before another victim of existence
Drags its slime trail across the foul earth
Her womb is hers
So get the fuck out of the way (asshole)
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7. |
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The grim determination of taking pride
In blighted ruin
The polish applied only to those
Sanctified areas where the
White Gleam is blinding
We pull our coats tighter
We hunch into the drops
In a futile denial of the
Expansive revolving void
Empty insignias of mediocrity
Flags to displace the mundane alienation
The 5 stars won’t glow in the deep shadows
Of the moneyed concrete and steel tombstones
Civic pride a ghost story
For frigid stroller pushers
And privileged ghouls
Life-trap
dead end,
The path rendered
null and void
Go back to hell
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8. |
No Mend
03:55
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As I traverse the wretched city
Only the bitter cold gives me hope
Of there being a finality to all this
Constant weaving in and out
of sick humanoids
Automatons disconnected
from the stark freeze
The age
of NO PATH
finally upon us
The age
of NO PATH
finally upon us
Welcome the absence and lack
With open arms
Mobile coffins
May a shroud of snow
render you inert
For eternity
Your last days spent shivering
While we rejoice
Our end
is your
end
Rejoice
Rejoice
Rejoice
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