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Ma'Or
01:07
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Instrumental
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2. |
Yeled Hara
01:22
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Maggots
They're crawling inside me
Through every socket
Death plagues my lungs.
Here we go again, another sacrificial lamb in the shape of man.
I crave violence, anguish, agony
Teeth buried in open stomach cavity.
Terrified, horrified and paralyzed
Needles sticking out your eyes unsterilized
Watching over your descent through devil eyes
Ignoring screams, removing dreams.
I'm satisfied by nothing, I don't like anyone
(Or anything)
There is no beauty in safety, pain sets us free.
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3. |
Ahusharmuta
01:35
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Fill my bones with antidepressants
Feed my ego with dissocialisation
I am the product of psychiatrist analysis enough drugs to kill me if I please.
Using self asphyxiation just to reach realizations, I find reality in dissociations.
Medicating with a blade, stomach destination. Night terrors live beside me like they're my neighbors.
Anxiety fills my lungs. I see hallucinations.
Seeing bodies in my mind subconscious desperation.
Fuck.
Seeing mirror image
Sacrificial signals
Pupils turns abysmal
Emotion leads missignals.
My tongue touches the pistol.
Enough scars to forge my temple
I'm color blind black and white can't resemble
Going ape going nuts going mental
There's enough bones beneath my village
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4. |
Bo Makot
00:48
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Hate. War. Terror. Hate. War. Fight.
Hate. War. Terror. Hate. War. Heart of spite.
Hater think your hot shit
C'mon twat take a hit
Bitch i don't give a shit
Uppercut make your facelift make ya bones shift.
Make a skull split
Pretty face prick.
I don't give a fuck, as acted as my nightmares, I don't give a fuck.
Forced your hand in the flames and now you're out of luck.
No face is pretty with a mouth full with a glock.
Nothing consoles me, no act redeems me.
Step the fuck back erase your existence.
Give me my life back, spare me the trauma.
Funny how my favorite game's name is Karma.
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Ya Malshin
02:34
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I long to suffocate myself just to sleep
I am a loner terror diagnosed and I need a spliff
Ambien patron talkin' ambien patron
I don't want remembrance of what's real and what is wrong.
Smoke to kill my anxiety
Sleep to reach the very next day
Drink to cause self comfortability
Cut to feel some sort of living
I hear ghosts in the village screaming out my name
I am like them I am a ghost I don't feel no pain
Shrill whispers guiding me to paranoia
The sun blinds me as I'm waiting for the rain
My eyes don't shut, shaking from insomnia
Skin's numb and blue cause there's nothing in my veins
Visceral pains feel like I swallowed a handful of nails
My kind does not belong I am no part of nature
Ever fiber full of disgust and unconditional shame
There are whispers all over the village.
Certain death man I'm feeling certain death
Rasping my lungs with every single breathe
This pain does not console in any way my health
I don't show my face, I'm more comfortable in stealth.
Save me from this ghastly village
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