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The elite war horses gallop across the battle zone into a grave
the Ophiocordyceps spores of rage consume us one by one
within the maze of confusion we leave a trail of putrid blood behind
becoming the Minotaur we slaughter all in our path
like a parasite escaping its host from the knights comes cloven beasts
as docile and peaceful as we try to be
our flesh is torn asunder by the crows of conflict
as they peck upon the scarecrows of apathy
the bestial gods grasp upon our throats
it always has been this way since our Draco Marinus ancestors first slithered from the seas
the answers we sought are now meaningless as we look upon our past
civilians are death trapped in a cage and taunted with a key from their captors
like a bird of prey I watch it all unfold from within the wall shadows of old ruins
bearded by wisdom or so we'd like to believe
The journey ends with a fist of oppression is thrown into a face
Malus do we remain
we garrison our hearts as we burn together in the flames
the fumes poison our children's lungs
no sentinel guards the sentinel
and all the vigilant guards are all corrupt
the eye's of Argus choose to close in shame
never shall we be accepted into the land of gods, only do we trespass
I hear the dirge echo within the winds
I feel the unearthed ground pulling me closer
the funeral pyre will provide me on last intoxication
the hurricane storm throws my remains into the Pelagia
never shall we be accepted into the land of gods, only do we trespass
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Deconstruct
00:54
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These industrial landscapes which we built as a shine
will one day be nothing more than dust upon a withered time
blown into the darkness which memories fade into oblivion
like its time never existed
the hands of time deconstruct
it's bones like a sadistic butcher and a skilled surgeon
laughing as our ways
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Cancer$ell
04:43
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Paint yourself with the burnt offerings of a mouses insides
summer shoes are decorated by young blood stains
from the factory where a forest once stood
the smiles turn sadness for we don't have enough
within the city which buildings stand as blades
cutting yourself to feed the lust for more
totalitarianism hidden within the plastic shadows of consumerism
the needle of capitalism injecting venom into my collapsing veins
the touch of compassion begins to fade
we scream for pornographic fueled dreams
what's real is now plastic and what’s plastic is now real
fantasy and reality blur into a twisted mass of decadence
this life's blue sky could be choking on tear gas
before I see dismembered beauty's laying within a grave of rain
56 baton strikes later and in ignorant covers I still sleep
where images of what I could never have decorate the streets
mouth sewn shut eyes rendered empty
you don't see the plastic humanity within me
the young kids with big dreams dance in the moment
the boom of the bass drum drowns out the sound of my screams
this party never ends as mangled bodies from the warzones
are looking though the glass
the new gods become old, exiled to the lands which we all forget
another is painted and modeled to take the former's place
this cycle is eternal never to end for we're junkies craving more
more of these weapons of mass distraction
what new product could it be a savior
a gateway out of the emptiness and misery
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Discarcer Nottingham, UK
miserable music by miserable sods for other miserable sods
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