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The Luxury of Thieves
05:39
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Stripped of all dignity
These imprecations stalk your dreams
A decimation of your will
As all resistance turns against you
Fields strewn with bodies of nameless martyrs
Their blood procures the luxury of thieves
Flesh is a delicacy to be disposed
Capitulating with a barrel at your head
This is 'health' and this is 'fate'
I watched you tremble, catching your breath
It's in my uniform to count your costs
Your abjection was my labor
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2. |
A Sunrise in Gehenna
04:45
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Chasing oblivion
In rye washed reveries
Where empty pastures
Glisten with disease
We found our treasures
Buried in crooked turns
The kingdom left us here
In life's eternal pyre
Every bloodshot line
In your sleepless skull
Maps every burial
In your broken mind
Hope will destroy us
Faster than our fears
Only thorns wait for life
To pierce your tender skin
Your children sleep in hospice rags
I'll pat their heads like an exit wound
Your home burns so quickly
With every earning in my hand
Each fire is a victory
Every bullet for the sun
And if all the world must die
It'll be for the crown of man
The earth must be an altar
Where shepherds torch the flock
And the rubble left behind
Shall be man's epitaph
You are the dying lamb
In labyrinths of blood
We bled our pacts there
To drain us of our poison
Will you always be
a hostage to civility?
The once perfect
Now stolen from the void
To be bled dry
In wastelands of progress
Racing towards defeat
In the wounds of our earth
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Red Silk Void
05:46
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Our lust is a mansion of flies
Bolted with wine stained lips
Beyond disgust and adoration
Joined in death and rapture
Brandished knives starved with hate
The eagle flies over hill
Pernicious threats in our midst
Revealing our open graves
These days are growing dimmer now
The gelded swine hail and march
And all the puritans will fan their fires
It pays to stand on higher ground
We indulge on ruined graves
And stare at the sun
While pigs are crowned with lead
For banners and flags
What life could be bred
in the gutters of this earth
The flames are ever-growing
Unbridled in their splendor
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4. |
The Trails of Dead Youth
05:33
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Our senses are fleeting
With livers fragile and grey
Coughing blood in a winter's daze
Dreaming different lives only to die again
Dead weighed eyes, sleepless and drained
Charmed by the dance of blissful disarray
One with the leech that slithers in your skull
And everything disappears...
This is where you've been after all these years
All of your friends turned the other way
The isolation suits you better
You've lost all your teeth
Piss dried on your legs
Just two flies on a corpse
We chase the tail of oblivion
Bred from the mouths of sullied wombs
All life is our prey tonight
There was neither any color in your eyes
Nor a drop of blood in my veins
The carpet stains are the trails of our youth
Though all may be lost, our wounds will hum with joy
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5. |
Purge
02:42
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6. |
Upheaval
06:21
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The stars lie scattered in ruin
So very old and frail
Liberation has come
In lustrating embers
These were the husks
Of turgid ideals
We watched them die
In our ailing hope
What fool carries crosses
For demigods of failure
Confront me my holiness
Confront me in daylight
I'm still standing here
In the wake of your upheaval
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Scavenger Parade Seattle, Washington
Scavenger Parade recommends:
Gods of the Dead
by Carlton Heston
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