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In a new position
I can’t take away your pride
You never really listened
Never thought you’d have to try
Underneath new shades of blue
The sky looks as it always has
Underneath new shades of blue
I reach and reach but never grasp
Paint the picture from your bed
Show the world what they can’t see
Paint their portrait in your head
Alter your reality
There's a lesson to be learned
Where there's smoke, there's fire
There's a lesson to be learned
Touch the embers, you'll get burned
So end it all
I don’t want you
Here anymore
I need a new escape from this life
You say it’s not the time or place
Hold your tongue for a brighter day
Well, keep deflecting to the future
Platitudes won’t keep us safe
The problem’s in our daily life
Thoughts and prayers won’t end the strife
Is is nature? Is it nurture?
Is our throat cut with your knife?
There's a lesson to be learned
Where there's smoke, there's fire
There's a lesson to be learned
Touch the embers, you'll get burned
I hate this fascist country
I can’t wait to watch it burn
No hope for reformation
I know you will never learn
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2 Males ISO 1 Scarecrow
03:05
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Ancient techniques seal the elder devils away
worlds within the realm of statutory
A condition these deities would simply shrug off
The keepers perform rituals to make the
Beasts slumber far below the rising pyramid
The eldritch terrors faded from memory
The world above may finally grow
Oblivious to the resting time bomb beneath
Over thousands of years, the rites decay
A spark of light flashes in hollow eyes
A tremble, a siren, an evacuation
Plates shall shift far further than ever recorded
The beast has awoken
It rises to reclaim its throne
The earthly eruption
Blocks out the sun
A being so abstract
Of cosmic origin
Cannot fit within human consciousness
Its hellish form shatters our three dimensions
Though if any surviving human
Should witness this abomination
Their mind alters its perception
In self defense
The eyes merely see a standard tyrannosaurus rex
As if from a stock photo website
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Bob Villain
03:31
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Treetops are no more
safe than the
forest floor
Hold in your breath
As long as you can
Losing seconds of
daylight
Can we escape
Our own mistakes?
There's no word for this form of passion
Nothing comes close
Is this fashion over function?
Parasite over host?
Better lie down
Clear your head
Missions to distant places
I don’t mind the extra weight
Accept your true calling
I don’t want to seal your fate
But you have left me no choice
They will never hear your voice
This is not your decision to make
I don’t know what’s in the water
That when I’m with you
makes me feel smaller
What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger
What doesn’t thrill me
makes me long for
A time when I could have become anything
Instead of now when I’m only what I let myself be
I’m running out of tongue to bite
Walking on eggshells or broken glass?
I can smell the metal in your blood
Wretch
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Curiosity is normal human nature
And some may inspect further
Their minds struggling
to process
all the information
The lighting, the outline, showing flaws in the projection
The victims grow suspicious of what they thought was true
Becoming angry at this devastation
Seemingly from a crude composite
Placed in an image it does not belong
Their eyes, focused on the lines, the resolution
Peeling back the curtain, breaks all comprehension
A revelation
Their eyes, focused on the lines, the resolution
Peeling back the curtain, breaks all comprehension
A revelation
Like a skull incision
Something so abnormal was not meant for human eyes
Do not look at the lines
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Est. 2008.
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