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Poacher's Discard
01:49
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Reaching out for what used to be phantom limbs reaching back for me.
Can't break free from the void you make, smoke still drifts past charred remains.
Who stills sees a body in need, forgive and forget, we forget to relate.
Who would need a body so weak, poacher’s discard the excess weight.
Clawing their way through the murk and mire, rats are still rats, birth, plague, conspire.
Life for a life with the drowning of kin, take from the land in a frenzy of sin.
There's no light, there's no pain.
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Straight from the mouth, ambition is dead. Shed from the skin of the serpent, I wept.
Lost to all time, crawling with dread. Deep in the bowels of self loathing, I wept.
Life under iron, mask of lament. Hidden behind from the world as I wept.
Lost to all time, talon outstretched. Reached for the light of the flock as I wept.
Through the wires, through the barb and the blood, a Caged dove looks up at the world.
Wings clipped in the blink of an eye, I'm chewed apart by the rats under tumbling skies.
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Billow Of Cherubs
02:03
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Stack that ego on the pyre, enemy of love makes such a lovely fire.
No more talk, squeeze those guts. Watch you vomit another excuse.
Mouth full of dirt, fuck your beat. Keep my thoughts between my teeth.
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Harsh Moon
01:16
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Fury erupts as anger takes hold, scour the mind, lost in your own.
A passing memory, a fleeting cry. Girl in the garden, pearl of the eye.
You want to talk about love, let's talk about second best.
You want to copy the Moon, you better lay your Suns to rest.
Roots laid over miles, you think you're too thick to cut.
You've grown empty in smiles, I am your sun, I am your drought.
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Binded to the coil, scaling the wall. Rats will be rats, fearing the fall.
Binded to the coil, scaling the wall. Teeth wait below to devour you all.
When the night bites back and my body is weak. I Give a pound of flesh, what was given to me.
When words are gone so the body just screams. I Give a pound of flesh it was all you need.
Full to the fangs so you'll cover the throat. Let your empathy drain til your colors burn bold.
The world is gray, infested fucking race. All Dogs should have their own fucking day.
Don't let me be. Binded to the coil of flesh. Always I'll be. Binded to the coil of death.
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Hounds In High Stakes
02:10
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Sink in, dig in. Let me feel your petty pain your feast, Your spread.
Have you had your fucking fill, sit down, head down.
No room for a quiet mouth, sink in, dig in. Nothing but the bitter bones is Left.
Finding meaning for this feeling, all my fake friends cold and scheming.
Damage my nerves, I’m numb.
Sharp teeth don't show no slack these days, tear flesh cause I'm nothing but sick.
Feasting off the flesh that you leave, dead dogs won't steal nothing but graves.
I am burning all the dead weight. I'm burning off the Dead weight.
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