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Neon Pale
04:04
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Voices scheme in between the sirens
Ulterior static hymns
Panic in concussive waves
Flashing colors I've never seen
Tripping violently
Hymn by hymn and limb from limb
These horrors begin to map their awful map
We know damn well the flames are coming
We know damn well
So then why does the countdown leave us mesmerized?
Like we saw the whites of oblivions eyes
Like we saw them tear a hole in the sky and slither inside
Reaching for me...
Laughing like the dead warmed over
In a casket I've yet to earn
Greeting like a pistol whip
Neon pale shades of sick
The vermin will always find their way in
Drowning in colors I have never seen..
Even my disguises have abandoned me
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Oh, how she came to rest
Collecting vines and insects
In her Sunday dress
Cradled by the forest
Oh there was never enough
Evidence
now all the witnesses are gone
Oh there was never enough
Evidence
the hounds have lost the scent
It's gone.
There was never enough
There has got to be something I'm missing
Something that I couldn't see
couldn't be
couldn't find the trail that led you back to me
I just know that there's something escaping
Something that i just can't reach
Falling free
Into the void my life has come to be...
She unhinges her jaw and digs out my heart
She could swallow me whole
but prefers I'm torn apart
The scenery is collapsing
This entity is approaching
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Condemners
05:13
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-INTRO-
They found me again.
They found me again.
They took pieces of me
They took pieces of me in my own fucking home...
They cursed me with the knowledge of what's coming
because they knew no one would believe me..not one god damn single soul
Not that it fucking matters because none of this is gonna matter soon
All of this is gonna be fucking ash
and they are doing this JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN
By the time you hear this no one will be able to find me
BY THE TIME YOU HEAR THIS NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO FIND ME
-INTRO-
This horror found my body
and coiled me in ache
Strange venom in technicolor
Came crashing through my veins
A prism prison
A spectral stake
Oh my tongue began to nova]
Bright lights and paranoia
Cruel shadows looming in a white florescent hell
Oh will someone please believe me
The events that are coming
Would leave even God himself in awe
EVERY LISTEN TO ME
There are disasters coming
That no weapon could ever stop
Black outs followed by seizures
My teeth grinding until they break
As needles hunger for me
As needles hunger for me
As needles hunger for me
Like the jaws of a snake
Now their reach is absolute
Tore my tongue out by the root
Now their reach is absolute
Tore my tongue out by the root
Tore my tongue out by the root
They took pieces of me
They took pieces of me inside my own god damn home
Oh will someone please believe me
The events that are coming
Would leave even God himself in awe
EVERY LISTEN TO ME
There are disasters coming
That no weapon could ever stop
By the time you hear this no one will be able to find me.
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Captor/Captive
04:01
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Our hymns devolved into howls
As we tore the tongues from our mouths
Compelled to a fever
I'm a true believer
Now give me the list and a gun
We've baited the rats with the safety
Of a dead end job and a nuclear family
I want to burn like books in a cult
Snuff out my thoughts
Be bought and sold
Was it the cruelty that defined me?
Just like the widows described me...
I've eaten the heart where home claimed to be
Lost in the coldest Hell I have seen
Was it the cruelty that defined me?
Just like the widows described me
I've eaten the heart where home claimed to be
Like 3rd degree burns in a glacial sea
Everyone gnawing
Desperately clawing
Holes in the sky
For a glimpse inside
I just can't tell
Are these scabs or scales?
Covering us like a violent aura
I just can't tell...are these scabs or scales?
I just can't tell
Our concussions have sank into black holes
Our fevers have all spiked so horns may grow
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We are Being Hunted
04:36
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The trail's run cold
The trail's run cold
The trail's run cold
Our blood runs cold
We found them...
Singing songs in a dead tongue
We found them...
I've watched this search party
turn into a witch hunt
From reports of some poor lost soul
To a staged publicity stunt
Mouthing words to their prayers
Then the silence roars
Oh, if we'd only known then
Just miles of dead ends
No trace, no sound, no blood and no prints
We are being hunted
Violently vanishing
Footsteps walking right off the earth it seems
Had we all known then...These miles of dead ends
No trace, no sound, no blood, no prints.
We found them
Singing songs in a dead tongue
We are being hunted
We are being hunted
We are being hunted
and now we'll disappear for sport
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