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Kill Your Gods
02:05
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Now some Hell trickles down,
Descending you like lava
Fury drips from spectre
Tears like spider's saliva
Soiled red acid steams the bark of your neck
Cradled smoke clears and the newborn is select
With clawing nails, they are of the sparrow's pyre
Tarot black organs leave you nothing to desire
"Pump your own blood, pump your own blood!"
Let them kill the god that you really fucking are
I'll watch them carve you by moonlight's release
Canvases paling their nightling fucking tease
Jackal's blood pumping through the dirt of your skull
Leather tongues beat the hive, sing a velvet cull
Bone will spark against the bone of sulfur flesh
And you will find that the wicks are fathomless
Looking down, scalpels pry open your chest
Nerves like moss, seen in you, very works of death
Greater Death than the very will to live
Greater Death
(Buzzard Czar)
I'll watch them carve you, Buzzard Czar
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Collarbones swing by the will of a hook,
Vacant veins bring out the thrill of a look
Releasing all the gods that I know you can be,
Seizing all emotion that is finite in me
Dying like skin bleached in Saturnite's rite,
Twisting and turning, I breathe in that writhe
All that you love forming all sulfurous,
You've become the nothing that's entitled to us
Living are entitled to nothing,
Nothing that's entitled to us
Fingers are wrapped in a hopeless steel,
Curling of vessels and it's all that I reel
It's the bait in me; it's the bait in you
Gargles red wax and it pulls me fucking through
Portals are narrowing
Until every wound is vast
Barren eyes carve"Moloch" in the lock
Shadowed hide convulses the door
Keys will turn and the incisors knock
Seizing the spine and it opens the floor
Portals are narrowing
Until every wound is vast
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What if Hell has no hooks?
Who will have me then?
Shadows of ropes extending from where we miss being alone
Where Hell is more than a state of mind
When the heat is insatiable
When torment is voluntary
We'll suck out our own blood, thirsting for our existence to cease
But we will not find death
I'll find you
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Who is Your Body, Now?
02:44
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Left-hand games, losing to what pleases pain
Ribs like hooks, who is your body now?
Sovereign vermin scalping you scoundrel skin,
Underneath is the chaos of gods unborn
And if I were to kill you there
You would still have so much more to fear
Beg for me, with jagged razors and braille of pines
Beg for me under the light of the hanging moon
Masterless Unborn
As above, restless til we suffer
So below, suffering that's restless
Doom for doom
Promise my reign in Hell
I crave so much more than hunger
I crave so much more than death
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