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I dread the day when I have to apologize.
I dread the day when I admit my mistakes.
Everybody's fingers, pointing down.
Get your fucking hands off of me.
I don't need your charity.
Down points the arrow.
Heavy is your tombstone.
Down points the arrow.
Heavy is your tombstone.
Logic will always defy your heart.
Your brain and your emotions are constantly at war.
Don't think for a second that you are victorious.
The hardest battles always come when you least expect them.
They always come when you least expect them.
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Desolation (Roach Lord)
04:15
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Chaos reigns on the open streets when the day turns to dusk.
You don't need money to party with us.
Just bring your own husk.
We will celebrate our venereal lust.
Come feast with the junkies, the judges, and the sluts.
Trash can fires keep us warm.
No protection from the storm.
Sleep with roaches. Sleep with worms.
Bless your cough, this holy germ.
It's never easy, making the change to morally bankrupt.
The worst we've done is showing you who you could really become.
Lord of the nuclear survivors/King of the slums of the earth:
Grant us withdrawals. Grant us drugs.
Sell your bones to the cheapest of thugs.
Come feast with the liars, harlots, and queens of distrust.
We will celebrate the worst of our venereal lust.
My convulsions let me know that I'm alive.
But God knows this couldn't be heaven if I tried.
This is our own personal hell.
I sold my soul to empower our selves, us roach lords.
Derelict bastards.
Preachers and pastors.
Villains and captors.
All and one are welcome here.
Roach lords forever.
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Isolation (Feverish)
03:00
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Carry sonic waves on the tip of my tongue.
Stayed in bed for days. I'll be fucked by the sun.
Buried half my face in a mountain of ice.
Will I be in space when I open my eyes?
Stuck to my mattress.
Can't move a full inch.
Nausea grips my stomach and clenches tight.
I feel like pure death.
Get weight off my chest.
My legs are useless.
Just pull the cord.
Fuck it.
My legs are useless.
Just pull the fucking cord.
My legs are useless.
My legs are useless.
My legs are useless.
Just pull the fucking cord.
Feverish and frail, I'm immune to good health.
Doctors say I ail. I'll owe shit tons of wealth.
Dreading getting up. Are my joints all asleep?
Please just give a fuck. I come crawling to thee.
Wash the pills down the drain.
Grant me respite for just one day.
I just want at least five hours of sleep.
But it is not granted. Even when I'm better.
My body just shuts down and won't let medicine do its work.
I can never cool down.
I'm burning up on the inside.
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The heat ocean beckons sacrifice.
Will you volunteer from all the way in the back?
This live island demands what it's owed.
Give your spirit back to the dirt.
We are human burial grounds.
We are not safe from human natural disasters.
Perfect natural disasters.
We slept through a landslide. Now we emerge.
We are the lava. We are the purge. We exist.
The ghosts of a thousand oceans.
The souls of the islanders.
The opportunistic wasteland.
The crushed. The bent.
The salt. The earth.
Finality is the name we have bestowed upon you.
There are threats to stop. There are bones to save.
There is dirt to dig. You are more than graves.
I will carry hope inside my heart.
But will it save you from my eclipsing arms?
The island's alive! The island's alive!
Burn up as if the gods decreed it.
Shelter your souls. I won't repeat it.
Scatter the ash to all of the factions.
Savor my meat in all of its fractions.
This sentience has killed us all.
We should have known better, but we are foolish, as humans are.
No matter the outcome, our selfishness and impulses reign higher than.
Higher than the sky.
Higher than heaven.
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Carry the ashes of your childhood to a land where you lost your innocence.
Scatter them there.
Make a monument to all failed expectations.
Remember this moment forever.
All we have left is film. (Stop making stupid people famous.)
All they want is their cash. (Cut production in half.)
Backtrack to Golden Age. (We've reduced them to bit parts.)
Sign their contracts with blood. (Now we've trapped them!)
I've got just what you want, but you'll have to pay for it.
How do you want to settle this? Your children or your wife?
Relive your glory days alone. Your blaze burned out.
Maybe this ain't your fault. (Headfirst into disaster.)
I can't answer for them. (Christians, take a knee.)
They will not let you in. (It's not worth a try...)
Buy into sacrament. (...if failure's the ending.)
Can you take one more day?
I call spirits from the world before.
They will not let you in.
Hell is the Earth we perceive.
Heaven's a place. It's only a feeling.
Take this opportunity to gather your agents and flee from the town.
"Celebrity" doesn't mean what it ever meant.
You've wrecked it. (Killed it.)
Maimed it. (Broke it.)
Burned it. (Burned it.)
Burned it. (Ruined it.)
Reclaim your throne.
The throne of the godless/deception.
You're not worth the dollars.
You're not worth the sperm you cover yourself in just to get into nightclubs and your drinks for free.
I don't expect you to repent at all.
I expect you to rot in a mansion you've purchased.
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Everything I once knew has disappeared.
I cannot remember what yesterday was.
A walking amnesiatic, dedicated to forgetting everything.
Backwater brainwash.
The actions of true sloth.
Slack jawed. Belly up. Eyes, fixated south.
Down points the arrow in the swamp.
The memory banks have been robbed.
I don't even remember my name.
Was it I that caused this accident?
What else will continue to change?
Never trust a suit.
Strictly leisure.
Change belief in everything you thought was right.
Portraits of aphrodisiacs make it hard to sleep tonight.
We are the lesser.
The silent aggressor.
Preach what you know and then immediately erase it.
You intoxicate with every god you imitate.
Never keep secrets.
They will find you and purge them.
At least that's what they did to me.
You barter for your life with blood.
You trade secrets for a bottle and a bed.
There's danger in your line of work.
You just want a haven for your head.
I'll claim an actor's head tonight!
I'll pluck out his fucking eyes and replace them with mine.
That way, when my body roams the streets, when they come to scan, they won't get any secrets from me.
Not like I had any to begin with.
Not like I'd share them with you.
I guarantee my safety.
I guarantee a zombie, washed clean of sins I have yet to commit.
Look down. The arrow is at your feet.
It is your time.
Death is close by.
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