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Insomniac Eyes
03:53
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We are placed on this earth to commit deicide
To consume the entrails of sacred cows and pious swine
To drink our fill of the intoxicant called irreverence
We are too blessed to waste our breath on worship
We waste our breath on worship
Father raised a vibrant daughter named iconoclast
He abandoned the sallow son known as conformist
Our irrevocable gift is convalescence
Thank God for the blasphemers
Thank God for the restless trespassers
We fever for good reason
Scorn those immobile who sleep peacefully wrapped in sheets fashioned from our bloody hides
May our calluses disturb their slumber
We dream while we are awake
Refuge is untenable
We drink and dance, and scatter the ashes of deities new and old
These insomniac eyes scan the earth in search of pain
May it be relieved
May your bruised soul be set free from the grief of orthodoxy
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Medicine Mask
04:22
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I will accept incisions from surgeons, but not lashes from lepers
I will remove the cataracts myself if need be
Our lives are not made wretched by demons and asps
They're made so by cowards, hypocrites, and panderers
When the dumb lead the blind, and the blind raise the young
It falls on those with sharper tongues to not let eyes be sewn shut
When they describe dissent as illness, become the fever they have feared
Add your own to the book of names that they have smeared
I cannot live with myself when I fall victim to morbid complacency
Your ways are not for me
I cannot live with myself when I fall victim to morbid complacency
Your ways are not for me
Let my loving misanthropy be my medicine mask
Determined to move the needle that brings medication to the comatose class
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See Red
03:39
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Call me solar disinfectant
No desire to punish or silence the sad bigot and his friends
Illuminate the night and watch the damned fools scatter
Why should I pierce your skin or fracture your bones
I'd sooner asphyxiate your ideology and hang its carcass in the town square for all to see
You will be denied oxygen
Your flame will die
Why should I pierce your skin or fracture your bones
I'd sooner asphyxiate your ideology and hang its carcass in the town square for all to see
You will be denied oxygen
Your flame will die
Understand that this land is not yours
Every border is inherently porous
Ethnic nationhood is a fantasy longed for by the abhorrent
There are no static identities
You're not pure like you claim to be
Ungrateful beneficiary of diversity
The superior race is just a ghost in your head
Your poor philosophy is nothing more than euphony for the inbred
You will be denied martyrdom status by the peaceful slayers of the confused and dogmatic
May the pallid face of collectivism shed another tear
Mad cattle see red
The bloodline ends
Your bones meet soil and your name is just forgotten
Our eyes bloodshot as we salt the earth around your coffin
You drew a bloodline in the sand, now your parting time has come
Free expression here lives on, but your legacy does not
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New Puritan
03:22
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They gave up on changing minds, and started smashing skulls
Spoiled wretches with too much time pretending to be noble
We see your sublimated bloodlust for what it really is
A dagger in the back of progress
You say the words but don't know what they mean
You say the words but don't know what they really mean
You arrogant flesh on stilts
You confused bastard
Begging for attention through petty moralism and ostentatious displays of phoney virtue
You are the opposite of the things you claim to fight for
You know not what you do
Pray for forgiveness and discard this flawed strategy
Deserter of the war of ideas
Slanderer of true visionaries
Egotist wrapped in stolen valour
Pat yourself on the back as you trample on flowers that were planted here long ago
Lock yourself in echo chambers and hum the song of the authoritarian
You are wrong
A product of miseducation
Your ways failed then, and they fail now
Every insomniac eye contains specks
A small price to pay for the removal of planks that render you blind
Head of deadwood
Fuel the inferno and then demand admiration from those who are burnt
New puritan
You are on the wrong side of history
New puritan
We won't regress
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Iris
04:13
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I know that you know pain
I know you know fatigue
On bitter days it can be such a struggle to paint the world gay
Recall that you are not a portrait
You are a pixel, unable to comprehend the scope of the image that you help comprise
This will be clear in time
If you find yourself feeling robbed of vibrance, embrace the beauty of grayscale
Purge the parts of yourself that are sick
If you find yourself feeling robbed of vibrance, embrace the beauty of grayscale
Purge the parts of yourself that are sick
And help the world do the same
When conviction begins to leave the faces of those around you
Learn to find comfort in decay
Use this blessed grey matter to prevent the earth you walk on from being drained of colour
That Goddess Iris resides within your skull
Bright sphere
A circle of life
Become my iris
Become my Iris
Insomniacs will trace what they see, and the comatose will suffer accordingly
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