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A Moment of Reflection
03:48
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Standing atop this bridge, I find myself in a surreal moment
Watching the crimson waters flow beneath me
It's as though the very veins of the Earth have burst forth
Their life force pouring out in a cascade of red
The sight is both haunting and mesmerizing
A vivid reminder of the world's power and its mysteries
As I gaze down, I contemplate the symbolism of these red waters
It's a vivid representation of life's ebb and flow
Of the cycles of birth, growth, and eventual transformation
Its endurance through time
In this moment, I feel a connection
A bridge where they reflect on wonders of nature
The passage of time, there beauty be found
Today, I found myself in a world that defied all logic and reason
A place I can only describe as a string-thin womb
It's difficult to put into words the surreal experience I've had
But I feel compelled to document it, if not only to make sense of it all
As I enter the spisorum, glimpse of me distorted by the overwhelming crimson hue that envelops everything
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Blissfully blisters, specks of dust on the windshield
Miles on miles on miles of shit, where does it end
At the end of the earth, apocalypse
Take a sharp breath in, exhale bodies burned to ash
A thousand memories reduced to electricity
Put your ear to my chest, what do you hear
Life? Are we truly alive or just breathing
It's a struggle to keep ourselves dreaming
Life? Are we truly alive or just breathing
It's a struggle to keep ourselves dreaming
You're an enigma of the Boltzmann-brain's memories
We are nothing, the man I am today means nothing
The woman I was yesterday meant nothing
Deep down they both know how it's gonna end
Looking in your eyes, I see that you know too
This isn't a race so hold your fucking horses
By the neck, beating them well after death
A thousand years of pain, anger and suffering let loose
Limp wrist pushes fist into face into pavement
This is cathartic, tears from the heartache
Blood in my eyes, must finish what I started
I can't stop smiling why the fuck are you crying
The bitch's the one who's dead, yet you whine as if you're-
This is cathartic, tears from the heartache
Blood in my eyes, must finish what I started
I can't stop smiling why the fuck are you crying
The bitch's the one who's dead, yet you whine as if you're dying
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3. |
Whore
04:19
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To make the Amende honourable
Before the main door of the Church of Paris
Conveyed in a cart, wearing nothing but a shirt
Holding a torch of burning wax weighing two pounds
Then to the Place de Grève
Where, on a scaffold that will be erected there
The flesh will be torn from the breasts, arms, thighs and calves
His right hand holding the knife with which he committed said parricide
Burnt with Sulphur and on those places where the flesh will be...
Torn away, poured molten lead, boiling oil, burning resin
Wax and Sulphur melted together
Then his body drawn and quartered
By four horses and his limbs and body consumed by the fire
Reduced to ashes and his ashes thrown to the winds
With the oil and the smell of gasoline
One match is all it takes to bring him to his knees
Consolidating with a whore
Strengthening broken bonds before the top rope snaps
Your neck breaks from the fall
Was it her fault or yours for sticking around
At the end
The end
Last thoughts not of me
Implanted, my mind has been stolen
Shouldn't you be with family at the last moments of life
I am family
I am family
With the oil, the smell, gasoline
One match is all it takes to bring him to his knees
Consolidating with a whore
Strengthening broken bonds before the top rope snaps
Your neck breaks from the fall
Was it her fault or yours for sticking a-
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4. |
Get Cancer and Die
03:49
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Why am I the one who ended up this way
Why do bad things happen to the best of us
Because good things must happen to the dregs
And I'm one of them
Every ill of mankind
Has been done by man
And you're one of them
So lay down and die like them
And you're one of them
Why am I suffering from the illness
Just the one that we cannot cure
Coughing up some blood, I cannot breathe
I cannot think, I cannot eat
It's over for me
But you still have a chance to
You still have a chance to
Get cancer and die
It's over for me
But you still have a chance to
You still have a chance to
Get cancer and die
Die, I'm suffering epiphanies
Forcefully pushed inside my mind's eye
My mind is flooded with images
Images of my own death
Cry, I would cry if it mattered now
All that matters is the stench my rotten corpse leaves
So everyone in the house knows
My time has finally come
I haven't come up for dinner
In days
Several days, nobody asked "where"
It's over for you
But you still have a chance to
You still have a chance to
Die
It's over for me
But you still have a chance to
You still have a chance to
Get cancer and die
It's over for me
But you still have a chance to
You still have a chance to
Get cancer and die
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Solemn slut sitting pretty in the line
She offers nothing but a waste of time
Her ass is fatter than mine
Brain with an IQ of a puny 69
Got bored with smoking weed
She does not live to breed
Leaving you for loyalty
Then testing out the waters of homosexuality
The moment you break from this phase
You will ruin another life
And you will taint their special place
Every memory with you will be erased
You would rather forgive a cheating prick
Than put up with my incessant compassion
Ironically, you're probably happier than me
Smoking dope like you ought to be
I'll pick up the garbage you left on my beach
I'll pick up the garbage you left on this beach
Strangle the creatures who suffered defeat
This is my place to defile, my prey
Catharsis in waves turning red, wash away
I'll pick up the garbage you left on this beach
Strangle the creatures who suffered defeat
The moment you break from this phase
You will ruin another life
And you will taint their special place
Every memory will be erased
The moment you break from this phase
You will ruin another life
And you will taint their special place
Every memory will be erased
Find another to expose your redness to
Everyone you know has abandoned you
The failure you've become, who you are
Look into the mirror and ask yourself if you
Would stand being near the same air as you
Eating in the same fucking house as you
Suffering the same life as you
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Só coisas boas
Desce porra
Só coisas boas
Desce, desce porra e mata
Vamos orar pelos mortos
É melhor não dizer
Cheire o bordo, cheire o carvalho
Queimando carne até engrossar nós sufocamos
Formigas estão em cima de mim
Ninguém mais pode ver
Você já viu
Uma família de insetos humanos
Ninguém mais pode ver
How much longer can I cry for help
Until my screams are echoed in blood
My voice gives out and my knees buckle
As I realise nobody is coming for me
I am lost, alone in the middle of an ocean
Of stinging nettle and sulfuric acid
Weak wood cracks with a terpenoid smell
A living dead creature sending me off to hell
God's too busy answering the prayers
Of the ones who did this to you
All hope is lost
This is the end for you
Oh my god
Whose god is this
Oh my god
How much longer can I cry for help
Until my screams are echoed in blood
My voice gives out and my knees buckle
As I realise nobody's coming for me
I am lost, alone in the middle of an ocean
Of stinging nettle and sulfuric acid
Call it desperation, the feeling's more than that
Every time I let it go it keeps coming back
Call it desperation, the feeling's more than that
Because every time I let it go, the feelings that I lack
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8. |
Pretty Little Bird
10:07
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Rolling murder
This looks like a perfect place to build our nest
Just scoot yourself other there, we'll begin, follow my lead
Die, everyone dies someday
But not us, because we conquer
We overcome together...
DIE
You are gonna die some day
And all of this will be for nothing
You are gonna die some day
And all of this will be in vain
Wasn't that long ago
Since the two lovebirds were frolicking in the snow
Wasn't that long ago
Since the two lovebirds were frolicking in the snow
Wasn't that long ago
Since the two killed each other
Wasn't that long ago since I saw you die
I still see you in my dreams
I'm sorrier than you Aria
Sorrier than you, I promise you
I promise you
We're burning daylight
What are you standing around for
Our main priority is to get back on track
You distract me, I try not to care
But I do
When you're around
I think
Let me touch you
Pretty little bird
Just a little piece
Then he grabbed the little birdy by her neck
He fucking wrung it till he heard it pop and crack
How many hours does he have till they get back
And see their daughter turning blue and black
Not much time left, hurry up
I saw this coming
Eventually everything ends the same
Everything ends the same
You know
I called it from the start, now look at where we are
Nevermind you wouldn't look even if you were alive
Stupid fucking cunt, wouldn't know what's good for her
If it stabbed her thirty times in the chest with a dagger
Following around, staring blankly at the ground
No emotionality behind the rationale
It really isn't personal if you don't feel a thing
The life of other people's not a part of your game
Such a deluded thing
Just like yours truly
Are we unruly
Maybe you're unworthy
Living a lie as the weight on others' backs
It was too late to realise her mistake
Such is being innocent in this twisted world
Her friend doesn't know how much more he can take
Talons made to rip through flesh
Sharp beak made to grip a neck
It would be a waste of time
To try and resist the rush of taking a life
Pretty little bird
Pretty little bird
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9. |
Swang Like Chicago
01:57
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Everyone who runs this place deserves to fucking hang
Down in Chicago
Swang like Chicago
(x4)
We so rich, three six in the click
Real GD know that shit
Riding Motown with the glicks in the back
M.O. Bundy make the whole town sick
Drop a cinderblock on his ass before we kick
Mississippi river on the corner real big
This what you get for being a punk little snitch
Leave him in the dirt with his family, bitch
Fight back tears while my diamonds make it rain
OG murder dogs, king guwop in the game
East St. Louis cop killers know my name
618 nigga I ain't playing, no
Down in Chicago
Swang like Chicago
(x4)
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