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The Plot Sickens
03:14
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Cold blood
Stains on the floor
Make sure I've locked all the doors
Dead skin
Peeled bare in frigid wind
Life ends as I grip the pen
They die where the story begins
Ink like poison
Cold hands
Scribe my demands
I've penned a wasteland
Dead eyes
Words brought to life
I won't let them take me alive
A trail of bodies in this body of lies
Pages torn and ink bled dry
Lives taken
Fractured spines
Skin ripped from bone
Words stripped from the page
Carved into a headstone
Cast into the grave
Another night spent alone
Pen, paper, and a corpse to call my own
At times I question how they died
But I'm afraid I’ve always known
Blood spills like my inkwell
The way this pen kills is such a fucking thrill
Its such a fucking thrill
Horrors
These are my confessions
My poetic possession
A folklore of gore
I dip my pen for the encore
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Pandorum
04:06
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Cryonic dreams
Tortured in sleep
Sanity splits at the seams
Radiation
Isolation
Degradation of mind
Out here they can't hear you scream
Deafening silence
Turns to violence
Psychosis spawned in the absence of light
Toxic thoughts swarm like the hive
"Will I live just to watch them die?"
The undisputed king of this padded cell
You brought this end upon yourselves
Your celestial hell
We drift towards the edge
As fodder for stars imploded and dead
Called by the black
The siren song of gravity's wrath
Culled by the abyss
This captain sinks with his ship
Astral extremes
Torturous screams
Sanity splits at the seams
Aberration
Desolation
Degradation of mind
Warp speed to torment supreme
Bodies contorted
Dismembered and quartered
Crushed into nothing
The void is rewarded
Gravitation deforms
Acceleration toward mutation
Atomic separation
Deafening silence
Turns to violence
Psychosis spawned in the absence of light
Deafening silence
In this asylum
Delusions carved in the vessel walls
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Funeral Facelift
03:41
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Pervading dread
Trading places with the dead
Another grave I've spent
Another dog thrown off the scent
Degrading head
Trading faces with the dead
It's time to shed this skin
Carrion break-in
This corporeal mask wears thin
A lone wolf
Veiled by the dead sheep's skin
Hiding
Disguises for each of my sins
Bodies pulled from their tomb
Funeral facelift for every corpse I exhume
Robbing graves before the daisies can bloom
False facades from the faceless entombed
Facial lacerations grant my reincarnation
And like the maggots that feast on their flesh
I am born of the dirt
Alone in this garden of bones
Six feet deep with the worms I am at home
Lone soul, though there are two of us in this hole
And as I lift my last coffin lid my stomach begins to roll
Fuck
The first face that I left behind
The last grave that I thought I’d find
Disinhuming myself
Halfway to hell
These crimes have corrupted my mind
Nails creek through pine
Dirt hits the box
Watch me rot
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4. |
Burial
02:22
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