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The Serpent
03:55
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For this crime we die tonight- I’ll do what canot be undone. Waiting, salivating at the very prospect of my beautiful design. How now did it come to this my love? There will be nothing/no one left but silence/sleep. Hide behind your mirror face to escape the dragon beneath. What’s the profit in that? You said time could never heal my wounds, so I guess it won’t. Won’t make me forget this somnambulent fantasy world where within I reign; dealing in souls, burning us all in the brimstone. (Solo:Vessar,Solo:Ciolli) I’ll make sure you never regret burying my fucking severed head. What’s the profit in that? You said time could never heal my wounds, so I guess it won’t. Won’t make me forget this somnambulent fantasy world where within I reign; dealing in souls, cleansing myself in the brimstone. For this crime we die tonight- I’ll do what canot be undone. Waiting, salivating at the very prospect of my beautiful design.
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Coprophagy
05:26
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Give me the heart and the blood and the tongue and the eyes of my enemy. Black heart to hate, eyes to be blind, tongue to tell a thousand lies.Try wrapping your mind around mine- Denied- before the dawn of time. Try to stay above the surface yourself- Denied- until the end of time. That’s what you get for eating your own shit. Parasites crawl in your head and they breed. You drag your friends down- those not aware of escape. The vultures follow in your wake. Your douchebaggery will know no bounds ‘til you’ve drowned in the shit that you’ve made. Lost but not deprived, this little bastard’s alive. A sad man that couldn’t take anymore. A rookie mistake for the body to make- that simple fucker’s lying dead on the floor. Goodbye. Good riddance. You’ve drowned in shit. They burn an effigy in your name. (Solo:Ciolli,Solo:Vessar) Word. That’s what you get for eating your own shit. Parasites crawl in your head and they breed. You drag your friends down- those not aware of escape. The vultures follow in your wake. Your douchebaggery will know no bounds ‘til you’ve drowned in the shit that you’ve made. Let the end commence. Drown yourself in shit. They burn an effigy in your name. Lost but not deprived, this little bastard’s alive. A sad man that couldn’t take anymore. A rookie mistake for the body to make- that simple fucker’s lying dead on the floor.
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Unbeliever
04:11
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She just stares at the walls-morbid curiosity leads me to break this gentle thing; I’ll alter her belief. She self-injures to be sure it’s all still real what’s around her. She’s a bleeder;has before, will again and it’s believable. Unbeliever. Unbelief. Lines of cars, a funeral wake rolls silently by, oblivious. Raised on the teats of capitalist default, assault is not believable. It’s a wonder you’ve lived so long.You’ve lived so long because I let you. She self-injures to be sure it’s all so fake what’s inside her. She’s a bleeder, that’s for sure. It’s so sick; isn’t it a conundrum? It’s a wonder you’ve lived so long.You’ve lived so long because I let you.When the hope to survive is gone, the hope to escape is lost. My god, she’s stopped praying for grace. Fuck it I don’t need you anyway. Fuck it I dont need it anyway
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Armistice
04:30
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[Don’t cover it up] Makes it hard to see in here with all this collusion-bow down;enslaved mids polluted.I will stake a wager on the Mayan rendition,but I’ll make a safer prediction.Take all the petty shit-Call it off.We can reclaim the ambience.Feel so wise to state your case with so much conviction-I’ll break the bones of contention. Paralyze your sense of self, they’ll rape your complexion-but I’ll make the natural selection.Take all the petty shit-Call it off.We can reclaim the ambience.Take all the politics-Back it up.We will reclaim the ambience.Ego started every war-the cockfight’s just begun.If you saw the size of ours your brain would cave in. (Solo:Ciolli, Solo:Vessar) Feel so wise to state your case with so much conviction-I’ll break the bones of contention. Paralyze your sense of self, they’ll rape your complexion-but I’ll make the natural selection.Take all the petty shit-Call it off.We can reclaim the ambience.
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7:06
04:16
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It’s amazing how a pint can fill a room. Curtains of red eveidence. Blacklight trophies, regret locks horns with satisfaction. Red-tainted drain, clockwise,six hours, sixty six minutes. Won’t take my consciousness for granted again, I just want it back. When it’s not mine I wake up to terrible things, no memory. Praise the gods of consolation, my prize to die slower than the rest. Curse this tinfoil isolation on my head to keep me from being possessed. Every time it brings me here...They take so long to dissolve in the bathtub. My bleach-soaked hands scrubbed raw again- breathe in the acid. Suppress this murderous consciousness pulling me under. Won’t take my eyes off you, even for a second- you’re next. Praise the gods of consolation, my prize to die slower than the rest. Curse this tinfoil isolation on my head to keep me from being possessed. I can’t see your face as you fall; melting away with it all. So sad to see you go, but all your wounds are infected. Too late to know, mercy is misdirection.(Solo:Vessar) I can’t see your face as you fall. You close one eye, then the other [halfway] and I am left to clean up another. These ancient dreams, they sleep in depths. Ah, the release is exquisite!
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Salt of the Earth
05:12
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Weak-stomached it’s all you can do to stop the spread of your infection.Tunnel vision you use to describe the current state of your perception.To tame belief at the root is a sketchy deposition.How do you challenge a sane person to defend their own superstition?Change is the catalyst and the bane.Fools beware,knowledge will bleach your bones, scathe your soul.She will come for you.Someone will save them;someone is always near.He watches over-just a bunch of pious fucks.On the distant shore-logic will prevail.It casts a scathing shadow over the ones who said they could not fail.Fools beware,there’s only knowledge there.I am the grain of salt,you are the open cut.Please believe me [please forgive me].Forty-thousand martyrs in a pitiful pile mimic death row prisoners as they walk their last mile.In the time that’s coming you will blind congregate.Fields of impalement will soon be your fate. Is the catalyst and the bane.Fools beware,knowledge will bleach your bones, scathe your soul.She will come for you.Someone will save them;someone is always near.He watches over-just a bunch of pious apes. (Solo:Vessar) Fools beware,there’s only knowledge there.I am the grain of salt,you are the open cut.Please believe me [please forgive me].Forty-thousand martyrs in a pitiful pile mimic death row prisoners as they walk their last mile.In the time that’s coming you will blind congregate.Fields of impalement will soon be your fate.
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Paratrooper
03:57
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Jump off...(Solo: Vessar) I could never stipulate whether want is to want to wait or a grudge to hold. I could never stipulate whether want is to want to wait; we may never know. Cold hard stare reflected on; I can’t sympathize with your eyes. Goddamn fools can pass me on; I can’t sympathize with your eyes. When the walls start shifting, you’re burning away. Bastardized, emulsified, drowned in the waste that you fell on your face in- acidity, it mercifully burns out your eyes so you don’t have to cry. i could never stipulate whether want is to want to wait or a grudge to hold. I could never stipulate whether want is to want to wait;we may never know. When the walls start shifting, you’re burning away. Your nails will seep the grime. Your sentence fit the crime. If I saw that edge I’d jump over. (Solo: Vessar)
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Ghost of the Grange
04:52
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It materialized through these very walls. ‘Ever look inside yourself before?’ We drifted from under vibration into very unwilling passengers...Bursting the end with a pinprick- into the esophagus. The flecks of her blood in your spittle- lip-pursing insomnia. Now you think you’ve been a loyal son? (Solo: Ciolli) Enough! The deed is done, the dead summoned; it lays in wait until the veil weakens. Electromagnetic fields awry- and we drift into the agent of the Evil Eye. Wait- piercing the ether gate, crying out. I am the dead you wake, suffering. This is the sound of my blood spilling out. This is the sound of blood spilling unto earth, from dust we came. Born into unraveling. Signal lost- you’re breaking up. I can’t come across so I’ll bring you here with me. I’ll keep you here with me. (Solo: Ciolli) Enough! The deed is done, the dead taunted. It lays in wait until the veil weakens. Electromagentic fields awry- and we drift into the agent of the Evil Eye.
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BENIGN Washington
Formed in 2001, BENIGN has outlasted the shelf life of most bands by constantly outdoing themselves. Their eclectic style has always been based at the heavy end of the metal spectrum, while always allowing for intriguing time signatures, catchy hooks, driving rhythms, and myriad genre and classical influences. ... more
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