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Heavenly Body Song
04:25
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It is light what seemed so dark
Some strange kind of opinion
With blood written on the wall
Feels holy yet so grim
It feels blind
It’s God’s incarnation
To never see what has been done
To swallow and decapitate
Who is the one to be undone?
It’s on the run, it feels not right
Casts shadows to oblige the night
Has a skull for every sin
Has a hunter to extend what was so wrong:
The fight must end – the fight
Never end - to seek for salvation
To seek for the truth
It’s not death to shine so bright
It’s not death to end its life
It shines bright what ends the night
It whispers and decreases sight
It’s not false what has this might
It gives us reason, ends the fight
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Cor Rotten Option
03:39
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A noise so harsh and still so filled up with delight
A gardener’s drill, a sudden night
Black holes in such a white cloud
Hold your breath, pull out your rasp
Oh, what have you done?
A calm gasp leaves your mouth
Gardener holding his water can
Twelve fingers folded in a blasphemous manner
To celebrate the way, to embellish his way
Black holes black holes, he hates the parasite
Black holes black holes, he ate the parasite
All plants moving to an odd rhythm
Water falling on their dead dry leaves
Rotten cells shining again
Reflecting read moonlight and revealing:
Black holes (in the eyes of the gardener)
Black holes (in the corpse of a saint owner)
Black holes (in the lie of an emperor)
Black holes (in the work of a restorer)
O parasite!
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Concrete Breaker
04:43
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Grey tower blocks arising
Factories spitting out
Some demolition has to be done
Oh, just percussion just, just destruction
Oh, just crime, just slaughter
In just a minute or two
No limitations above, not there not here
No proudness for no sturmgewehr
Heads detached, souls collapsed
By the avalanches, world shakers
But the concrete breaker!
Awaiting ordnance on his sacred shore
Counting numbers for his damage score
Concrete breaker!
Encounters with humanity take a deadly course
Where’s the source? Where’s the capital?
Swine, swine never-ending!
Better keep it down: keep it
Virtue’s fading away, only necessity
Violence in the streets
Jackhammers crying in need
For the one to set them all free
They are waiting for thee
Bloodshed concrete, concrete, succeed
Agony in the darkest of corners
Sump land of glass and ordinary steel
Breaker sits behind the wheel
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In-Sineration?
03:35
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Burn!
The smell of charred chitin fills the air
Insecticide burns in my eyes
Bigotry, bigotry!
Monoculture fields
Ant fortress flooded to dust
There’s no Noah to steer the ark
Six legs wrest from the body
In some subhuman kind of lust
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Obscure Snakehead
04:10
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Innocent on the outside
But the fists are clenched on the inside
Verity is kept obscure
It’s a nightly hell ride
A somewhat ruined taste that needs no explanation
When doors are opened wide it feels like an invitation
The good spirit stays outside
All the bad agglomerates inside
Blood-dripping wounded tongues and biting teeth
Your prayers stayed in sight
Mind enclosed by bitterness
Your words leave an olden taste to me
All waste
A shimmering gesture arises from the ruins
Of never-ending lie
And the numbers are all counted
And there is no surprise
But a scent…
So open now your mouths wide
To swallow all the rotten pride
And nothing stays but ruin
The moon standing in the fullest bloom
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Hex
04:50
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A common optimistic: exhausted
A natural disaster
A world ruled by the luckiest of masters
Blood drips from the crying sky
Truth tells the optimistic kind of lie
Awoken so it seems
Redeem the blasphemer
When it only feels obscene
Greedy politicians' visions of delight
No reason to start another fight
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Pests
06:31
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The hand holds a key
Where does it lead?
Rusty, rusty and deformed
Two doors right are easy to attain
A thunder of mischief and thread but no gain
When the leaves are falling: worms, take cover!
Evil slur, evil slur
The teeth are rotting
How dronish can one be? And the other?
Two doors right, no right: attempted fate
Swat is dripping from the bald
Don’t go!
Barbed wire, barbed wire - no one persecutes me!
Don’t take away what’s mine
It hurts to hear the blasphemies
The doors aren’t opened and it may be
A thought to be opened by the key
Like it was before thy defamation
There is no mercy anymore
Where did it go?
Now there are no doors to the right
Where lies the mind for the key to reach
Rageous beast, rageous beast
Don’t hide behind cordiality
Where the dishonourable lies underneath
After a time the key falls in two and into the abyss
Who of us asked to maintain the holy fire?
No punishment to wrongful when discipline’s fading
Watchful and aware: does the key lead anywhere?
Who can read in the bones anymore?
When the hush falls: the pythons take cover!
Evil slur, evil slur
The option decayed to nothing as it will
Who cares about the fire he brought to our hearts
To rake our endless hatred?
The son of innocence putrefying in endless grief
But I can close my eyes and dream of justice
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Yellow blood, red bones, no king to dethrone
Breathe, the air in thy lungs!
Breathe the freedom of speech
Breathe what we cannot reach
(Time) Time – passes by
(Time) Time – reduced to never-ending lie
Not only liars lie, not only
Christ, what’s the time?
Time on the cross
I can barely see the sun go down
Can barely see the loss
In the land of cut-throat competition
Inquisition – don’t you come to feed me?
Inquisition – don’t you want to see me?
The greyest flesh crumbles away
In eternity I can feel no decay
How could I look away?
Singularity! (Singularity!)
Look! The body is working relentlessly
But the mind fell asleep
That’s a prayer from the mouth of a sheep
Is that the deal?
We cannot give, we can only steal
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Insect Grin Berlin, Germany
When the leaves are falling: worms, take cover!
electronic anti-monocultural music
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