1. |
Fatal Semantics
04:43
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say my name
silken skin, through a silk screen
I see everything in between, just say my name
terminal semantics
you've gotta sever the ties, you've gotta leave it behind
fatal synaptic
you've gotta let loose of that rope you've gotta say my name
terminal semantics
you've gotta sever the ties, you've gotta leave it behind
fatal synaptic
you've gotta let loose of that rope you've gotta cut it
gotta lever the load...
you set off the walls with dazzling flames
you paint in misery and annihilation
so just keep burning it down
until our expiration...
they keep digging down into a hollow ground
surfacing only with skeletons
they're like a herd of sheep, without a thought to keep
and I'm not taking the medicine
we keep buying into to where nothing grows,
and we got nothing to show for it
we're counting down the days, to the last charade
and it's looking frail with it
so I'm selling everything else,
to keep myself...
buying into nothing
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2. |
Rabid
03:01
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your fangs are gleaming gold
either sinking in or breaking the mold
giving up autonomy and letting go of everything
I can't keep my head above the water
gaslight the swine, the signal benign
a soak in the brine
raise the stakes
your lips are dripping red
but at least you left me a little something
break all the bones in your cellular phones
that kept us alone and left us a shell
gaslight the swine, the signal designed
to leave us behind, so...
raise the stakes!
our mis-design in flaw
on our hands and knees we crawl
down into a pit of petty propaganda
their eyes have compromised our constant surveillance
raise the stakes
upping the stakes in this rabid sweepstakes
chemically enslaved, and we're clinically insane so come on...
raise the stakes in this rabid sweepstakes
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3. |
Eos
04:41
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dead skin, as to which I know I'm in
where salt on the wound is the way to force a grin
distilled, the only part that's left to kill
my memories are buried deep by swallowing the pills
they feed my obsessions
because I need them to live
and though I'm begging, and pleading, desperately fiending,
it disguses all my urges to die
my mind listens to many voices
each one compromising identity
pushing and pulling in every direction
makes no difference the limbs are still attached to me
just give them more of what they need...
they crave the attention
it proves to them they're alive
I feel their hands crawling all over
pressing me down and forcing in
but I'm begging them to begin
for them to begin and shut your eyes
so shut your eyes... (identify)
what ever can they do,
to sever my fucking head?
what ever they can do as leverage for the dead
what ever can I do,
to sever their fucking heads?
whatever I can do...
to sever, as leverage for the dead
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4. |
Neon Guillotine
04:02
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5. |
House of Bones
04:32
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light of my life, warmth of my soul
of the sliver I have left
let me rot away...
cutting the chord, distorting the silent frequencies
cutting the cables attached parasitically (parasite)
I try to make a different name
different city, same pain... can you feel it?
the shadow and bones won't leave me alone, nope...
this is the real shit now
ever since the beginning...
since the beginning I've been beaten down, ripped apart
and left in the dark (light of my life)
the one that butchers souls
the one who butchers souls, light of my life
warmth of my butchered soul,
let me rot away...
quick and clean, without a care in the world
sick, I'm a fiend... without a care in the world
the shadow and bones, the cross bones
won't leave me alone, so breathe it in
yeah, take a breath of it
the shadow and bones, the cross bones
won't leave me alone, nope...
no they don't want to be free
they want you pity
so let us build our bleeding house from the bones
from the bones of secret skeletons...
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6. |
It Comes in 3's
06:34
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so fucking sick of the bullshit
they're breathing down my neck
pushing it deeper in...
spoon fed, so that you swallow it
son of a bitch I can't breathe
when will this culprit be eradicated?
exterminate the rat lingering in, gnawing at
the threads of my disposition
exterminate the rat lingering in, and gnawing at
all my wounds causing this psychotic exhalation
eliminate
exterminate
eliminate
eradicate
so sick and tired of hearing only superficial shit
its like their tiny minds can only scrape the surfaces
they're spoon fed, and swallow all of it
son of a bitch I can't breathe
so tell me when will this culprit be eradicated?
they say the virus spreads to keep the fear alive (and fear is alive)
and it's alive and well in here...
now I'm just another fucking pariah
they turn their backs and deny ya (they turn their backs every time)
left on my own to settle the score
and I couldn't ask for more
let all their faces fade away...
leave no traces...
exterminate the rat lingering in, knawing at
the threads of my disposition
eliminate the rat lingering in, and knawing at
all my wounds causing this psychotic exhilition
...
FUCK YOU
...
they say the virus spreads through the cracks and the corners
you were missing all along...
they say the virus spreads through all the channels I've chosen,
infecting all to which I belong
now I'm alone...
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7. |
Rx
05:58
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can you hear me,
lost in the static within?
total dissociation walking comatose
drifting slow hypnotic, just under the overdose
in the static, she's scattered in the static within
she's living slow motion held in kinetic comatose
drifting slow hypnotic, just below the lethal dose
in the static, the fabric of her being disappears
cold blood runs through her veins...
you think you are a martyr?
I think you're comfortable
your self annihilation
spiraling out of your control
she's lost...
losing touch with everything
losing the grip on her sanity
an altered state of reality
cold blood runs through her veins
cut her open, she won't leave a stain
can you hear me?
every day, every hour, every second of the time you have left is fleeting...
further out of reach
every solitary pleasure in this momentary life is deceiving...
has lost meaning
cold blood runs through her veins...
Valerie, you know your name
you've been lost within the ether
if I could only hold a torch to light the way
Valerie, you mean everything to me
I can no longer watch you wither
while we've still got time to suffer and bleed, please...
you mean everything to me
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DRIPWIRE Portland, Oregon
isolated neuroticism in audible form
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