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I cannot resume this facade.
I cannot continue this charade of parables.
Isn't it odd how love is consumed by decay?
Hands up!
What we have here are lovers, bound by fate and shackled by chains.
The slow drip of passion and chemistry can't contain the beast that we hold in our skins.
Let your lover do you in.
Don't make me out to be a fool.
I can hear your heart through the telephone!
Do you still plan to be my bride?
Or do you plan to bury me alone?
So be it.
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You held me up onto your shoulders, high enough to touch the clouds.
I reached as far as my arms would let me, never to come back down.
But still you held me by my ankles, a grip as tight as hell.
Then descension rose up swiftly.
You flung me back into the well.
You broke my perfect shell.
Fragmented like ceramic, my true shape was put on display.
The others laughed at me, so vicious, to my awful dismay.
You had no chance to love me.
You had no choice to make.
You had a lot to process.
You had a lot at stake.
The past, you thought an option.
An option you thought safe.
And now I'm left behind with failure.
I'm buried in your wake.
No picture left to paint.
Such lofty words from an arrogant pawn.
Every word I uttered: Valueless, discarded, worthless, and wrong.
They say the night is darkest just before the dawn.
But fuck your half-hearted web of error.
Fuck your unintentional condescension.
Fuck your calamitous well intent.
Fuck the praises you sang.
Fuck the things you never meant.
Hunt with false praise.
Strike this false flame.
My false first name.
My false last name.
Hunt me with this false praise.
Strike me with this false praise.
Give me my false first name.
Give me my false last name.
Shoot me with this false aim.
Stake me with this false claim.
These false claims...
So now I'll repair these holes that you left.
Maybe one day our paths will converge again, this time with hope.
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I kill people for a living.
I make my money by spilling other people's blood.
A vampire that roams the streets at night.
Stay off of the main roads.
They'll all swarm towards you.
The teeth, they sink into your neck!
So when does this end?
When do my days turn to nights?
I want this to end.
I want to let my burdens go.
We'll make you one of us to roam the streets at dusk.
Immune to the sun, you are a fixed design.
The teeth, they sink into your neck!
So when does this end?
When do my days turn to nights?
I want this to end.
I want to let my burdens go. (x2)
The teeth, they'll sink.
My teeth, they'll sink into your neck.
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Baron (An Age Of Deceit)
07:54
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As a young man, you were taught to steal.
As a young man, you were taught to kill.
You are a bastard of deceit.
With lips of gold and crooked teeth.
How you manage to stay in wealth is but a miracle to me.
Spin your stories. Tell your tales of burning bushes and giant whales.
Deceiver, come forth!
Woe to you, you hypocrites.
How could you have missed it?
Woe to you, you viper.
You preach love, but speak only daggers.
You don't show it.
What is love to you?
Oh, you hypocrite...
As a grown man, you had learned to lie.
But as that grown man, you don't know how to die.
Scarecrow, decorated in the finest of shrouds.
Scapegoat, tell yourself you're happy in assuming that you are correct.
Judas, come home!
Woe to you, you hypocrites.
How could you have missed it?
Woe to you, you viper.
You preach love, but speak only daggers.
You don't show it.
What is love to you?
Oh, you hypocrite...
Woe, you hypocirite!
As a child of a failed marriage, you saw the world for what it really was:
A breeding ground for snakes and scorpions with venom in their mouths to taint the knowledge you had yearned for long ago.
Woe to you, you viper.
I implore that Death soon takes you home.
You have no place among the living, sowing the seeds of your discontent.
Programmed to deceive the ones who believe the effect of what you're selling isn't worth what they're buying.
With your wares hollow, they cannot swallow the snake oil you have brought with you en masse.
No one appreciates liars here.
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I hold all my words inside these tin cans.
I've discovered a way to speak!
The string that relays the message can be severed by a sharp tongue.
There's a box.
I would prefer it secure before released onto the streets where we travel.
Positioning a calmer approach.
An absolution, just out of reach.
"Ne plus ultra."
There are none greater than ones already made.
There are no roads untraveled, just ones paved.
Broaden your horizons.
Broaden your scope.
Open the box and spill forth hope.
Disembark. Captivate.
Take up arms. Seal your fate.
Fear the unknown, for Earth is too fragile to demand a purge.
"The good cannot live without the great above them."
This civilization is measured not by what it has to do, but by what it wants to do.
With all this being said, don't let your ambitions get the best of you.
Stagnance is next to nothingness.
We're underestimating our journeys and we will be castaways.
Earth might be fragile, but it will not hear your cries of dislocated mercy.
Reach up your arms, just to be pulled back down.
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We are on the verge of conquest!
For a hundred years, we've been out at sea.
"To arms, men! Hold fast!"
Assemble. Adapt.
"Give up or stay alive with me."
An execution of an order from on high to bring an empire up from our feet.
"Lay waste. Lay siege. Ruin.
Ransack. Pillage. Destroy.":
The charge from our commanding officer.
Do we deny or accept it as gold?
The fame that we spend, we'll get back times twelve.
We'll plant our feet deeper than the second circle of Hell.
Light of Judgment, bring forth ruin!
Floating Continent, arise!
Make our kingdom meet your eyes!
The jester has now become a god.
Our lowest man is >.
The value of death ascends to the sky.
"Our empire is beautiful."
Crush your best friends.
Meet them with end.
Holy blood send.
Wash off your hands.
Kill all who oppose.
Keelhaul those who question.
No man shall stand between a god and his angels.
No man shall stand between a god and his throne.
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There is more than one potential.
There is more than just one truth.
There is more than just one future.
There is more than just one you.
There is more than just one answer.
There is more than meets the eye.
There is more than just one dancer, embellishing the action of lights.
Transmit this kaleidoscope to the spirit I connect with the most.
The fractal, engaged with our optic nerve, projects media on a new wave.
The panachrome cataract.
The retina, absorbing you.
Creating patterns and shapes to replicate the muse I request.
Symmetric ion cascade.
Electric cathode ray.
Lightning, casually carrying commands from neuron to brain.
Connection established.
Link up with satellites.
You are my conducting magnet.
I am your anodyne.
There is more than just one apple.
There is more than just one fruit.
There is not more than one future.
There is not more than one you.
There is so much left unfinished.
There are flames beneath the ice.
There exists a perfect landscape for us, shown with the spectrum of lights.
Recreating reptilian radio waves.
But they're so scrambled.
What the fuck did you say?
"For a hundred days, we've been lost at sea?"
Gravity and space exist parallel to what we perceive.
I think we have something of greatness here.
What do you believe?
Lights all around me.
Lights. They surround me.
Lights. They have found me.
All around me, lights.
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Death is bright as death is real.
Hands cannot create collapse.
Hell has frozen over twice.
Finally, the harvest yields.
The solar patten, a perfect elliptical.
It cannot permeate without an ethical semblance of identity.
Who takes the throne when the king is relieved?
Slower breathing stops the bleeding.
The dead awaken with the sound of deafening trumpet blasts.
The angels appear but their wings are burnt unholy black.
You've granted us a pardon.
You've granted us a moment's peace.
You've separated the palace doors from the lion's teeth.
But in doing so, you summoned every ghost we left behind.
And in their anger, they remember every request we denied.
Don't deny your legacy.
Your lineage will follow the decrees you've set forth.
Don't ruin what you've worked for.
Four more years!
Three more cheers!
Two more beers from you to we, the people you left behind.
It takes a village to raise a tyrant.
A villain to rule a valley of idiots.
We'll rise to break apart your reign!
The fields you've conquered bear no fruit, for fruit is not your claim.
Plot soil for graveyards to commemorate the ones you've slain.
For a moment, we were sleeping.
For a moment, we knew what peace was.
But in an instant, even peasants felt that sickening bloodbuzz.
A courier brought news of war and famine from the East.
Every vassal's vessels ruptured waiting for the yearning feast.
Listen to your weakened king.
These words, he spoke softly thus:
"I have done nothing but steal.
End my campaign if you must."
Every princess needs a hero.
Even idlers need a host.
Every lover needs a phantom.
Even kingdoms have their ghosts.
For a moment, we were sleeping.
For a moment, we were dead.
The curse of pride follows the crown upon a head.
A symbol of oppression.
A simple change in management.
This message was brought to you by a concerned malcontent.
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You've found safe haven here, friend.
You have a lifetime's worth of travel hidden beneath your tired feet.
If it's rest you want, then it's rest you'll get.
We are the nurturers that Mother Earth has borne to pass the torch.
So take root, feet deep within Her soil.
Breathe in Her oxygen.
You'll feel inspired, feel empowered.
You'll never want to leave again!
Just let us help you.
Let us train you.
Let us into your mind.
We will eradicate that former life that you'd left behind.
I need to grow up.
I need to grow old.
I need to grow, but I don't want to grow alone.
If you start as a sapling, you'll end as a tree.
I see the ideals you have placed in front of me.
It's not that I don't appreciate it, I just doubt the morality.
I just doubt immortality.
The intrepid and bold have gone where none have gone before.
But without security, what will my future have in store?
With your mantra, I am not impressed.
I need no sympathy.
I did the math. I checked the facts.
I know who I want to be:
A great man with works to be proud of and only an ounce of pride.
You make mistakes.
We all make mistakes.
It's just the lesson of life.
I need to grow up.
I need to grow old.
I need to grow, but I don't want to grow alone.
You know nothing of despair.
You have never experienced the full gamut of emotion.
Without strife, you are weak.
Great Mathematician in the sky, please bless my quest with fortune.
I know that fabled "slice of life" gets handed out by portions.
I need this honor for myself, for I had taken an oath to rid myself of negative and start over with growth.
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Bevelle (An Age Of Fear)
04:35
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Beware the front steps of walking into the city of the dead.
All the streets here are paved with blood and bone, collected from the past.
Every nightmare you've encountered is here and has a name.
Be calm. Be brave.
Chest out. Feel safe?
Well you shouldn't, cause now you're here to stay.
Feel fear run deep under your skin.
Your veins constrict with chaos and nervousness.
Frenzy!
The furious frantic.
The hostile horror.
The murderous manic.
Anxious!
Dead dioramic.
The infinite tapeworm.
The perfect panic.
Let this be a lesson.
Let this be your deathbed.
Right here is a dangerous place.
Right now is a dangerous place.
The truth has a treacherous face.
The entrance becomes the escape.
You asked me if you felt betrayed.
I told you, "Not if you had stayed."
You cannot give up on your faith, for right here is a dangerous place.
The gates are open wide.
Behold the army of the dead.
The fates have not smiled upon you.
They've used fear to bore inside your head.
Horrific images.
Such saddening sounds.
You'll paint a perfect picture.
You were lost when you were found.
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If you had the chance to go up into space, would you answer the call from the stars or just lay down and cry defeat?
A message from the stars:
"Give up your dreams of chasing us."
Now that a fire is lit under your arms.
Reach out. Obtain your goals!
Discovery is a word used only for explorers and men who have made roads to call their own.
But you've never traveled out of the comfort of your bed.
Navigate the constellations.
Provoke the gods to challenge you.
Bury the comfort, your sense of worth, in the Earth that you'll leave in 3, 2, 1...
"The astronaut is a god if only the media believes!"
Your journey begins when you first start floating up.
The black hole consumes all eventually.
Are you happy with the hell or heaven you think that you deserve?
Comets streak by across your face.
The nebula of deeper space.
An asteroid to call your home.
A moon to prove you're not alone.
Colonize the outer gods.
Pluto, angry, denies his fraud.
Further outward, if you will.
Ganymede draws closer still.
The gods have replied to your challenge with a challenge of their own:
Show bravery, intuitive, and you shall claim their thrones.
When everything eventually ends and all of us have decayed, you'll survive with that fire from when you were young and have your glory displayed.
This new age of exploration.
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Start over.
Resist the urge to grow like a tree.
Instead, take root and shelter the conifers that built you from birth.
Weak seed.
Wooden knees.
An annoyance that's shackled like grass at your feet.
Becoming one with nature is like downgrading a brand new machine.
Every version knows this one.
Hopes spread like seeds in an autumn storm.
The mechanics of blood and banality.
A heart that feels so real, but we know is so synthetic...
Castrated by the world, we sing holy chants so beautifully.
"Nightmares christened as newborn Christians."
Flustered and swiftly listless.
Restless and fully clustered.
The new, basic world.
Struggling to speak our first language, yet we yearn to speak dead dialects.
Comet, carry on your flight.
The order of angels is not alphabetic.
Lower levels of demons rest in the eyelashes of the easily swayed.
Keep it simple.
Keep it hush hush.
Castrated by the world, we can hit these notes so easily.
Parting friendships. We'll never listen.
Just pick a dying tree and in it, plant a brand new seed.
A healthy, modern world.
Throw away your friends.
Begin life anew as a cloud.
Gain millions of followers without ever making a fucking sound.
"Please give the rain back! We want the rain back!": the crowd's deafening reply.
You hungry lynx.
You starving fox.
You are so dreadfully sly.
Castrated by the world, we smile in delicate glory.
Drained of essence, we forgot our message.
We are no longer men, just desperate dressed up childen.
"Come forth for paradise.
Conform to be redeemed."
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