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Days of Immortality
04:15
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I feel so wasted
strangled by time
Searching and searching
For meaning when there is none Wasted and wasted
Looking for meaning
in your blind hatred
you only see me for sweat and blood killing everything to leave me
with none.
Elder pestilence
Your greed is blinding
These are waking nightmares.
The terrors in pale skinned light.
This is what I fear as they speak of me!
Youth is fleeting.
There is a seam for that bends and breaks where one moment becomes another.
I can't tell the differences between one
or the other.
I sit in the darkness to contemplate
What or whom will come in this darkest night
These are the waking nightmares
I am a product of your work
Everything you built Valued only for skin
Left beaten and used Disposed and defeated
A life left with no meaning Your goals and awards
left with no chance of achieving
Elder pestilence
I see you for your judgements
Elder pestilence
I see you for your weakness
These are waking nightmares.
The terrors in pale skinned light.
This is what I fear as they speak of me!
Youth is fleeting
The wrath of the demented
The ballad of the deranged
The fragility all seems so desperate So strange
Youth is fleeing.
A drug.
An Ecstasy
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Born as cannon fodder some can’t be bothered
to hear the screams coming from this sea
A world unmade for the meek
They are the sounds
Make men’s knees go weak
With the hot metal cutting through
at high speeds, we say goodbye
Sweet dreams this world was too ugly
For us to truly speak.
Break my hands
Hang my throat
if silence is what you want
then it shall be deafening
may it beautiful in your monochrome palaces
We will all die at this Alter of Bones
These families cry at this Alter of Bones
Power consume and makes demons of us all.
Empty platitudes
Hands lay out stretched looking for ideals of gratitude
Choking on blood that’s not my own
Dreaming of sleeping at home
With the sounds and screams being the lullaby
Of the only things I’ll ever know.
Some say he speaks to us in the groans
And aches
I’ve never heard it.
I just keep in wait.
Break my hands
Hang my throat
if silence is what you want
then it shall be deafening
may it beautiful in your monochrome palaces
We will all die at this Alter of Bones
These families cry at this Alter of Bones
Power consume and makes demons of us all.
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Widower
04:28
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bishopnightking
04:12
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Chordal notes pacing in echoes
Unopposed by the madness of machines.
The world is silence.
The choir is a broken
It travels beneath
It falls from heavens
Enraptured in colors I’ve never seen before
The sky is the most beautiful fuchsia
A violent violet purple painted by the silence
We are gone again.
I never expected forever
I just long for roses everyday
I am alone
Smoke and fat
Alcohol stains shirts, its fire waiting to start.
We aim to break hearts into pieces we can turn to parts.
Built for failure
Born for a reason, I haven’t found yet.
Pale from the words you whispered
Behind those tears only meant for me
You never look at me.
Not anymore.
You left me among the debris
I never expected forever
I just long for roses everyday
She is not the same as she was before.
She took the windows and blocked the sun from coming in.
She is not the same as she was before
She is never coming back.
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Winter Burial
04:46
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I never asked for any of this
This birth, this death this punishment
Never wanted this voice in my head
Telling me bliss if for the foolish
I just want to feel like the rest of them
I am buried under all the feelings
Of being so damn broken
Unwanted, belittled and useless
I never asked for any of this
So, what else is there to this?
Love has found me but I feel I don't appreciate it
I tell her so often that she is my everything
But I worry she thinks I am foolish for thinking
Blissful.
Does my broken beaten body give you solace or pity?
Does my shuttered breath help you feel it, I feel it.
What if I say I’m sorry?
I am sorry, I just wanna be better.
What do I say to my mother?
I don’t want to be bother with all this anger
With all these loathing thoughts.
I never asked to be born
I never asked to learn what cruelty was
When too young to learn what forgiveness was
I have dreams of revenge
I have dreams of this all coming to an end.
These dreams are nightmares
But I am too stupid to be able to see the difference
I was so young when I first learned to give up.
So what else do you want from me?
Love has found me but I feel they don’t feel it
I tell her so often she is my everything
But I worry she think I am foolish for thinking
Blissful.
So does my beaten and broken heart matter?
I want to be buried in this sleep, wake me when better!
So does my love strone and asunder worth the wonder?
I want to be buried in this moment with you
It’s my everything.
Does my broken beaten body give you solace or pity?
Does my shuttered breath help you feel it, I feel it.
What if I say I’m sorry?
I am sorry, I just wanna be better.
I just wanna be better.
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