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I was born into a slaveship,
Nursed in an empty chasm.
The stagnant water runs deeper than soil,
It seeps through my every pore
Scratch until it bleeds, scrape until it weeps.
Tint my world rose and gold,
I, I can't wait
For the fog to lift from my eyes again.
There is no meaning in this ceaseless
Clockwork grindfuck of human experience.
Scratch until it bleeds, scrape until it weeps
My wearied skin lusts for eons passed
Scratch until it bleeds, scrape until it weeps,
When did my life pass me by?
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The Lightless Path
03:01
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I have searched the tallest spires
And scoured the fathomless deep.
There's no light in this place,
No light under the crack in the door.
Divine purpose is nothing but illusion,
Nothing but wishful thinking
We desperately weave smoke to fool ourselves to sleep,
But even the dead are malcontent;
We walk a lightless path
(spoken)
We're unloved vermin in a lonely universe,
Feasting off our own to pass the time
Running through a rat race of muck,
Where all paths lead to naught
Gorge me on your hereditary lies,
Warm my bones with the flame of virtue,
And nourish my soul with false hope.
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My loved ones
Have slipped through my fingers
Year after year I'm left alone
Left in this vacant grave called life
Loss has become one with me
Scalding me like a white hot brand
The distant sounds of nocturnal birds echo through the trees, so loudly
A reminder of what I'll never have
The taste of blood makes the tears almost seem sweet
Don't ever leave me alone
Please...
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Psychoactive
03:04
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This shroud of intoxication soothes my nerves
It keeps me away from the ledge
Day by day, week by week
Transient as it may be, this pleasure is all that I have left
I'll take whatever I can get
Before I end up face down in the water
Tighten the tourniquet while I grit my fucking teeth
Until the needle dulls the ache
And I go spiralling down again
Asleep on the tracks at midnight
Dwelling in narcotic dreams
As the poppies bloom, the call of relapse sings to me
Living life in an abscess carved into the lives of others
I will take what I'm given
Before I end up face down in the water
Tighten the tourniquet while I grit my fucking teeth
Until the needle dulls the ache
And now I'm back to square one again
Doubling the dose
Hoping it'll see me off
Pleading to rest my eyes, withdrawal never sleeps
I've found my peace at last
Or some chemical substitute
Through a bright-eyed rapture, it takes me home
My place to rest, my place to die
Please promise me I'll see you there again
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This Is A Place For Dead People Melbourne, Australia
Screams and sadness from Melbourne, Australia.
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