1. |
The Bee
07:07
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I'm a missraised, malcreation self-crucifying-
Lost in desecration
Memories soaked in your disease don't allow me a moment of peace
Your tainted touch left permanent stains-
I'm forever entangled in your chains
All I can see reflects your face-
cannot get out of this mirror maze
You were the master from whom I couldn't hide
Put it in me, I wither inside
You were the keeper, I the bee in the hive
...Your offspring is alive
Your primary prey was your own kin, swallowed whole and kept within
The sweetest taste I'm kept without and it traps me even more in the hive
Your black flower still sprouts and I collect its bile.
The seed buried deep in me, grows and suffocates
Try to find an force it out-
digging, carving, penetrating right through the skin.
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2. |
NWI
03:27
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The dark, grey swallow the streets-
crawl to their daymare.
The working tide-
a thousand wavecrests.
All dressed up in button down lips.
Oil rigs Cluh cluh
BP drill drill
...
Welcome to our new world incorporated
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3. |
Bcn
04:28
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Your dandy was late, beauty left a trace-
not caught in a phrase.
Our light burnt out.
Star crossed lover, luminous enchantress
Our light burnt out-
decades ago.
The time has come to merge.
Love-
Let it burn.
Let us merge.
We will become the ones who never were.
This is the dawning of our new age.
Coming.
Unwilling to share with four million zeroes to the left.
Phoenix rise.
Under lit exoskeleton.
Love for mr b gone.
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4. |
Mark 5:9
01:33
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I am the way of the lonely, guileful and vile.
I am the way of the lo--?
We stand beyond time. Our final wisdom is primal;
Love.
I am legion for we are many.
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5. |
LQ
01:29
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Our calling;
Idiots, brothers, demons
I am legion for we are many.
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6. |
Kurt
02:16
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Oral fixation - shotgun temptation
Poet painted - blood tainted
Out of space, out of time.
Trigger masturbation, deathly ejaculation.
Freudian blast!!!!!!!!
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7. |
OFTG (Der Graben)
03:41
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Google: Kurt+Tucholsky+Der+Graben
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8. |
Sisyphus
07:32
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I'm breathing bile-
Bugs bite!!!
The copper voice-
Calling me.
Slow-suffocating-death-hard-on-excitement.
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