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Stiff Weasel
02:33
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Arctic Wildfire
03:56
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Phase of deposition, hemispheres upturned
Embrace superstition, forget all that you learned
Caught up in another trophic cascade
Curse the ones that left us, and pray for those that stayed
Isostatic rebound crumbles mountains to the sea
Peasants’ hands worn down to stumps as they clamber up the trees
Vaporising storm clouds, fire in the sky
Flee into the ocean, it’s the only place that’s dry
Release the wolves
Four forgotten angels, missing from their cloud
Tied up by their wings and displayed to the screaming crowd
Hurling bones of loved ones, no stones left to throw
Drag them to the tundra, and boil them in the snow
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Peyote Ugly
04:01
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Skin that peels, flesh brought to boil
Grim it feels, bitter, the taste of the soil
Smells that bring tears to my eyes
A simulation of an early death
Swell the sting, hear my cries
I’m broke, I choke, as I try to catch my breath
Spin the wheels, wretch before it’s spoiled
Give in and kneel, sicker, you will uncoil
As I lie, face down in the gruel
The stimulation will take its toll
When I die, greeted by ghouls
The smoke, I croak, and so I detach my soul
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Cosmosis
03:35
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Listen to the sound of the ground and the underbrush
Images resound all around and under us
Ancestors downed surround the mound, and I feel the rush
Visions of a world profound, they astound and make the thunder hush
Cognitive chains, I’m bound, mind unwound, torn asunder, judged
Drowning in the rain, I’m down, but I’ve found where the wonder gushes
Fusing my brain to my crown, bow down, let our fingers touch
Minions, release the hounds, you’re surrounded, your number’s up
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Electric Universe
04:25
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Floating for aeons across outer space
Feeling the heavenly majestic grace
All evolutionary paths retraced
Your body, mind and soul shall be erased
Transformation is abrupt, chromosomes will erupt
Genetic make up disrupts, particles are corrupt
Interdimensionally you’re misplaced
Electric universe, reach the plateau
Umbra, penumbra, antumbra shadow
A methane hurricane, a toxic glow
Microcosm, as above, so below
Consciousness will re-adjust, outer shell turns to rust
Solar winds release a gust, your spirit will combust
Give into existential vertigo
A new perception, see through the facade
A static imprint of a mobile thought
You are unconscious, a receiving rod
Devolved from primates down to anthropods
The portal through which you’re sucked threatens to self-destruct
In a world from which you’re plucked, galaxies deconstruct
A false reality with no reward
Nebula sprays cosmic dust, pierces the upper crust
Try and fight it all you must, you will see we are just
Hallucinations of a dying god
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Anya's Dream
05:03
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Séance Fiction
04:31
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Reading from their palms just to see who cries the most
Bleeding from the arms as I try to find a host
Kneel before the charms, blessed be, my final toast
Keep me safe from harm as I lie beside the ghost
Crystal blue, I provide
Sisters true, by my side
Demon lover, I abide
Wake the others, try and hide
Woken up at dawn by the sound of flies, I choke
Bleating from the barn, on the ground there lies the goat
Giving birth to spawn with five eyes that lie in its throat
Try to keep my calm as the cries outside draw close
Missed your cue, now you’re fried
Wrists askew, ankles tied
Dearest brother, how you cry
Choke and smother, hide your pride
Seeking chosen lands endlessly
There’s a plan for you, your whole being
Seeing is believing, written in the sky
Being is deceiving, end is nigh
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There’s a boy down on the farm, his name is Billy Brine
Born the year of Nineteen-Sixty Anno Domini Bovine
Tobacco juice drips out from his cleft lip, and pools between his teeth
If ya don’t like how he looks, then you should see what’s underneath
He’s running out of hope so just to cope he goes to sleep
And dreams about the bible and of digging holes real deep
A stream of panicked screams, he plays out scenes with acts so grim
Like killing tramps and making lamps from pieces of their skin
Did you get some sleep today, Billy?
Late one night, to quench his thirst, he drinks straight from the well
But the water tastes quite bitter and it has an awful smell
He thinks he can hear voices somewhere out there on the farm
So he quickly snuffs his lantern and he sneaks into the barn
And the cow said,
“Move into it slowly, I want to feel your skin
I like it when you hold me by the ears and scratch my chin
Merge with the unholy, receive your next of kin
And slice them really slowly, let me feed on what’s within”
Fever pitch, he feels a switch, to scratch the itch he roams the streets
And swings the hatchet wildly while he’s talking on repeat
He snags one in an alley and he wraps her in a sheet
Then he offers her to them, and still the voices don’t retreat
Where’d you get your meat today, Billy?
He puts her in the trunk and then he dunks in for a swim,
There’s whispers in the water and they’re whispering at him
The voices sound familiar, surely they cannot be real
But that recipe they’re repeating sure sounds like a lovely meal
He grabs a piece of deadwood and he wafts away the flies
And uses bits of sticks to scrape the bugs out from her eyes
She smells a bit like custard but the meat is nice and tender
The skin’s coming loose and turning translucent, best to use the blender
Did you get some sleep today?
Is the cow in heat today?
Where’d you get your meat today?
Whatcha gonna eat today, Billy?
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9. |
Invocation
01:58
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10. |
The Banshee
04:22
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Children of grace
Flee from this place
Feel my embrace
And shiver with me
Keening unease
Screams in the breeze
Wade through the reeds
In the river we bleed
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11. |
Red Waste
03:48
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Nothing but rust, dried blood
Of an age that didn’t last long
As far as the eye can see, nothing but decrepit entropy
Past the last dying breath of the beast that was a home
Nothing but dust, bleached bones
Scattered across a barren landscape lost
The red waste
Consumed, you suck rocks, trying to find a hidden drop
We bled the body dry, red waste
Red waste, no escape
We bled the body dry, we bled the body dry
The red waste, it’s dead space
We lay waste, the death race
We cut it then bled it to feed ourselves fatter
To become the rapture and kill all that matters
We beat it, then battered our garden of eden
Now we suffer and eat it to die even quicker
To ease the consistent demeaning existence
That we never wished for
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