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Whore Heart
04:19
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She breathed in smoke
And spit out her last chances in
And spit out her last chances out
Wrong turn turn wrong
This dirty light she's bathed in
She turned her filthy gaze to me
These horrid thoughts turn round
Turn never to right now
With eyes made raw and hair like a burn
I found myself mirrored in the heart of this whore
Everything wrong
Everything wrong
Everything tastes like smoke
Dead parts of me lust for you
For the death in your every pore
Death in every pore
My lust for her
Death in every pore
Walk me to the small room
Make me the king of this abattoir
Walk me to the white walls
Drunk on the taste and stench of hell
Walk me to the altar
Make me the groom to this whore bride
Lie to me
Give me the light between your legs
The gift you have
A bottom to hit
Bow my head
To wash my neck to slit my throat
Slit my throat
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2. |
The Rats Wore Parasites
06:17
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Invade this place
Spreading your pestilence
Calamitous, bloodborne
Damnable reprobates
Hiding in shadows
Tainting all that you touch
Callous, hateful
Villainous
Languishing vermin
No poison can quell
Your very gaze
A pathogen
Expanding your nests, building an empire
Finding new hosts to carry your sickness
Feverish they spread your affliction
Propogate, drive us away
On the hill
Perched like kings
Fattened, contemptible
Ever feasting
Expanding your nests, building an empire
Finding new hosts to carry your sickness
Feverish they spread your affliction
Propogate, drive us away
Survival not granted, a plague is unleashed
Words are a weapon, hatred a sieve
Synapses built fall like Rome
They are liars, we are fools
(Let them in) Let them in
(Let them in) The rats wore parasites
(The rats wore parasites) Like a crown
(Like a crown)
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Hiding in the Tall Grass
03:13
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To keep quiet
He lived under the water
And learned to breathe
His shut down lifetime
Sing a lie of a love song to consequence
They knew it was ghostwritten
Or stolen outright
The sins alive
Its burning
There are divided bodies around your neck
You were hiding in the tall grass
Hiding in the tall grass
Consumed and desperate
The snake eats its own tail
The sins alive
Its burning
There are divided bodies around your neck
Sing your dead song to the sky
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4. |
The Withering Field
04:05
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His stomach is stone
Built of revolt
Flesh betrays
And wastes away
Languishing days (Slothful)
Denial a road to the end
Jaundicing skin (Waxen)
Blood gone septic
A terrible curse (Hunger)
Growing inside
Abyss in the eyes (Empty)
Deepest waters
He is the bearer of bad news (Palms outstretched)
He is the withering field (Turning to dust)
He is the prodigal son (Inheritance lost)
Casting his pall
His stomach is stone
Built of revolt
Flesh betrays
And wastes away
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5. |
Owner and Owned
06:43
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Small
That's what you look like to me
We've no secrets left
No indulgence for our tiny pains
What do you see when you're clear?
What do you think of yourself now?
Where you fall
Is where you lay
Wreckage in the street
The look, the shock, the numb
The pain that made us crawl
Your wretched self
Reflected in the blood
Your unmade self
Emptied on the floor
Dragging out
Time keeps moving on
The world's not turning
The sky's gone dark
Nothing lives, only hates
Where you fall
Is where you lay
We're not who we were
We take, we cripple
In the mud the animals crawl
Your wretched self
Reflected in the blood
Your wretched self
Reflected in the blood
I know what we are
We are owner and owned
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