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Mouthless
02:09
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Integration
Speak through languished, absent moral sets
Echoing in the awe of the addled and crude
Volitions will collapse, rendered nil
Speak through languished, absent morals
Cope through them, a life of quarrels
Breathe me in, invasive structure
Perishing as the metastatic tumors are clustering
Pain as a covenant
The backbone dilapidated
Pain as a covenant
The backbone dilapidated
Your current is mouthless
Your body will invigorate the river
Your current is mouthless
Our bodies will overflow the river
Integrating flesh and funds as one measureless fucking rapid fount
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A Radiant Mass
01:13
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Entropy
Rose from the death of me
A procreation of foul indiscreet radiant mass
Plastered with confidence, groundless
What a fucking waste of skin and waste of breath
Abate to contradict yourself
The blight of living inherent
Extinction should expedite itself
Open all the exits
Cauterize the exit wounds
Lacerating tissue
Cauterize the exit wounds
Foul indiscreet mass
Trapped in the cogs of redemptions wheel
Internal conflict as the organs abstrict
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Ligature
00:56
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Analogic threads bound from end to end
Vessels echoing their emptiness, with dry walls
Confined, the openings choked
Revolving around their axis
Chaos of hyphae and strata
Bending hollow structures turning inwards
Segregation will collapse
Malady embodied in an organic turbulence
Cancerous dominion
In retrospect I should've known I was ever so fucked
As the ligatures tighten
Eyesight blurred and dim
As the ligatures tighten
Fixing the seams and sutures, it's useless, I egress
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Towing Heads
02:10
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Towing their heads through the aisle
A bag of scorn, wreaking quiet grins
Towing their heads, bastard locusts
Free of all guilt, free of all mockery
Towing their heads past the idle
Leering the prey, like the scavengers they are
Towing their heads, envying them
Free of all guilt, free of all
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Dialects
02:43
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The frightened bawl for help is nothing but a distant peal
I see your mouth transform like a pile of quiet snakes
Random vowels blending to the muddle of noise
I couldn't comprehend a single clause even if I tried to
Dialects
Your useless language is a shrine ransacked by change
The ache of the voyage was merely a glimpse
Your greatest faux pas was to trust on your own survival
I can't understand what you say so you must be a threat
Dialects
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