1. |
Trace Evidence
04:46
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Run….
(I wanna fuck I wanna fuck)
I wanna fuckin honestly
Her guts are sliding around me
And I can’t contain it now
I wanna bend it ‘til it breaks
I wanna bend it ‘til it bleeds
I smell her fear as she tries to escape me
My bloody fingers wrap around her neck now
I hear my own voice begging her for my sweet release
I’m getting back to the base of our nature
A psychosexual need underlying
Decisions decided before we could count time
And now you’re mine
Pour the bleach into your throat
What do you mean to me now anyway?
I’d rather be hunting you down
Whoever shows up for you now will be too late
Too late
Run….
The chase consumes
My vision turns a crimson hue
Her scent is tantalizing in the twilight
Ill hunt you down like the beasts we are and bend you to my will
I’m following the trail you left for me
I’m breathing in your pheromones and screams
Subliminal animalistic intent to kill and fuck and feed
Pour the bleach into your throat
What do you mean to me now anyway?
I’d rather be hunting you down
Whoever could come for you now would be too late
Too late
Run….
I wanna fuckin honestly
Her guts are sliding around me
And I can’t contain it now
I wanna bend it til she breaks
I wanna bend it til she bleeds
The freshly turned up dirt is so inviting
Her skin, a blanket, so entombs
The maggots dancing in and out of all the other open wounds
Pour the bleach into your throat
What do you mean to me now anyway?
I’d rather be hunting you down
Whoever shows up for you now will be too late
She shivers as she digs a shallow trench
My dear there will be no
Trace Evidence
I wanna fuckin honestly
I wanna bend it til it bleeds
I wanna bend it til it breaks
I wanna fuckin honestly
I wanna bend it til it bleeds
I wanna bend it til it breaks
I wanna bend it till it
I wanna bend it til it-
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2. |
Surprise, Motherfucker!
05:36
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Blind, Fed
Just take their word
And eat these stones til your teeth are broken
Wipe that smile
Off your face
(You're rotting)
Rotting, teething
On your way
You should pick up a gun
To spite your fucking face
Break glass in your way
(The pushers)
Pushers shove you past that fork
The path you've chosen
isn't yours
Either fucking way
Way underneath the burns
You'll know what it means to peel
You'll know how gasoline feels
Igniting your unclean brain
Your face
Your eyes they seem surprised
SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!
Is it
Because I see your lies
YOUR LIES MOTHERFUCKER!
The strength
It takes to be a stone
A STONE MOTHERFUCKER
Much less
It takes to bash your face
You're dead motherfucker.
You pushed me past the breaking point
You pushed me past the breaking point
You tripped me at the stumbling block
I left you at the breaking point
You're blind, they fed
You took their word
And ate those stones til your life was broken
Wiped that smile
Off your face
(The butchers)
The butchers shoved you past that fork
The life you've chosen
isn't yours
Either way
Underneath the burns
You'll know what it means to peel
You'll know how gasoline feels
Igniting your unclean brain
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3. |
Apocrypha
05:35
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Apocrypha
Running in concentric circles
He feels the disconnect
From all feelings benign
A ritual takes course
A balance has to be maintained in consumption of
Addiction to a state of denial
Cross your fingers
And hope it only hurts for a
Second chances never are really second chances no
So where do you draw the line
(stretched out in the dust and the grime)
Between whats yours and whats mine
(blurred by the waves, lost in time)
The elimination of human error
Is fulfilled when all that is human ceases to be
When hope is gone, you must
You must protect it
So pull that gun out and turn it on me
You have forgotten the face of your father
Today he pulled the thread that unraveled the universe
The fabric in decay cannot hold together
Against the back stitches of superstition and greed
Today he pulled the thread that dropped the curtains
Cross your fingers
And hope it only hurts for a
Second chances never were really second chances no
So where do you draw the line
(stretched out in the dust and the grime)
Between whats yours and whats mine
(blurred by the waves, lost in time)
The elimination of human error
Is fulfilled when all that is human ceases to be
When hope is gone, you must
You must protect it
So pull that fucking gun and turn it on me
You have forgotten the face of your father
Cross your fingers
And hope it only hurts for a
Second chances never are really second chances no
The elimination of human error
Is fulfilled when all that is human ceases to be
When hope is gone, you must
You must protect it
So pull your fucking gun and
Put it through the
(Put it through your)
Motherfuckin screen!
Put it through the screen
Put it through your screen….
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4. |
Dark Matter
04:21
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The ancient ones reach out to us
From the dark spaces between our dreams
And they crawl into all
Wrap around
and pull us out further into entropy
The unknown beckons me into her empty arms
The earth behind nothing more than a charm
This light has yet to reach our infant eyes
The carnage of the universe unfolds before us
Aeons old
And we are all alone
These ghosts of long lost nebulas will outlive us all
And yet we too will be engulfed
Our energy collides and we are reborn
Dark Matter cut through that part of me
Wishes I could drive this ship into the sun
If I was in control of my destiny
I'd be the heart of a star where we all begun
Dark Matter cut through the heart of me
Wishes I could drive this ship into the sun
If I was in control of my destiny
I'd be the heart of a star where we all begun
Starlight fading
Don't be afraid
Its only infinity
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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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