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Humanity Passes
05:07
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Wretched
Tattered from where we come
Wretched
Tattered from where we come
Crawling
Out of the sea we come
Crawling
Out of the sea we come
With its own flesh and muscle
The body creates its art
Pain in forward motion
Body creates its art
Wrents in the skull where fissures
Seam and dart
Metal slicing open
Pennied seams that part
Shivering stillness
Beads on cold blue skin
Last of the motion
Pendular, clicking the ribs
A child’s diorama,
painful squirts that rip
That rip (rpt 4x)
Out of the sea
Towards death we crawl (Rpt 4x)
Wretched (rpt 2x)
Out of the sea towards death we crawl
Wretched (rpt 2x)
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2. |
Seamripper
01:43
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Your blood and my blood, mixing together
Mixing together, from our third eyes
Feel it on your fingers, taste it
Fingers in the rusty vein (rpt 2x)
Born and bred in violence
To violence we return (rpt 2x)
At our body’s junctures
To violence we return (rpt 2x)
Ripper, ripper, ripper
To violence we return (rpt 2x)
When I was a child,
I used a seam ripper
To cut my hands (rpt 2x)
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3. |
The Beggar
03:39
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Negative waterfall
Dampening rocks behind
Static down the rocky wall
Holding each curve and line
Crawling on wiry hands
Leads a ragged horse behind
Entering from shadowed stands
Granite lines and mist entwined
Bodily excess bones
Dripping off his narrow face
Muscles quake, atrophied
Hobbling towards your embrace
Holding up his spectral wares
The tattered beggar looks to sell
Bits of gristle, bone and hair
Scavenged from each friend he felled
Only death can give real bliss
Only death can give real bliss
Only death can give real bliss
Only death can give real bliss
Asking you if you will hold
His tattered body in your hands
Seeking love of the damned
Seeking trust of the damned
Know him and he’ll gladly give
every single happiness
Know him, then, at last, you’ll live
Only Death can give real bliss
Only Death can give real bliss
Only Death can give real bliss
Only Death can give real bliss
Only Death can give real bliss
Know him and he’ll gladly give
every single happiness
Know him, then, at last, you’ll live
only death can give real bliss
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Deer
06:15
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Stones weighing down my pockets
I descend into the cold lake at dawn--
Moving lithely, the willing icy reaper
follows in my path.
Mist embraces the lake, breaks surface
link of water and air divided
erased in a hazy nebula
clouded by mud and hoofmarks.
Deer run here--
I heard once, one ran
into an oncoming car
his antlers pierced a young girl
through the window.
Deer run here
Deer stand in death’s dark gateway
Deer bounding on an endless sheet of black
Deer, with their skulls and skin colliding
Deer, galloping at you from beyond
The cold will swallow you up for nothing
I wish that I were dead
I wish that I were dead
Deer run here
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Brood Sow
03:20
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The animals sing, their speaking gristle
Broken neck and bloody thistle
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sons and daughters, hanging limp
Shattered ribs up through their skin
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
My husband, coming from the woods
Knows no different, as he should
Does not see the slaughtered children
Tastes the pie that they are baked in
Hips and thighs, breasts and lips
Muscles hanging, matted strips
Tastes like jam upon my lips
With the song of the brood sow
And with his hand clenched at his throat
He coughs and then begins to choke
His nails are clawing at my face
As I give him a last embrace
He struggles at me, pins me down
Sees the children dead around
He knows the fate that he will find
He knows the fate that must be mine
I hear your call Persephone
I’ll join you soon in Hades
Perhaps I’ll meet my children there
Dancing along in Hades
I hear your call Persephone
I’ll join you soon in Hades
Perhaps I’ll meet my children there
Dancing along in Hades
I hear your call Persephone
You sing the song of the brood sow
You sing the song of the brood sow
You sing the song of the brood sow
I hear your call Persephone
You sing the song of the brood sow
You sing the song of the brood sow
You sing the song of the brood sow
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Rats
04:32
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Oh glory on high
Oh glory on high
Do the bones of a saint
keep more worms alive?
Oh glory on high
Oh glory on high
What price would your soul fetch
in Hell?
Fetid skin, fetid skin
Cellar ropes bind you in
rats
Sharpened claws, moving mound
The flesh and bodies that surround
rats
Feel them run, feel them trace
on your lips, on your face
rats
Confinement
You sweat
Your body
Entrapped
Entangled
Your web
Concerted
With god
Surrender to rats
Surrender to rats
Rats
Rats, rats, rats (rpt 2x)
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7. |
Eat the Damned
04:12
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8. |
The Widow
05:14
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Imagine yourself as cold as me
six dead fingers grow to a tree
Each one grows and each one grows
Into the shape of a knot that knows
It knows what happened, who you are
Your silver and fillings, your stomach and heart
Mountain frost reaches to the ground
Your body dissolving is echoing sound
Worms that jump between scalp and skull
The brain exposed is bitten like wool
Wind whips through and you hover over
Stomach knifed open, awake and discover
Stomach knifed open, awake and discover
Stomach knifed open, awake and discover
Stomach knifed open, awake and discover
Released, your bitten hand from the Earth
Long and gray and clenched bursts forth
Fingers meet the night
To the open air
Out of the shallow grave, a figure
With dragging legs at an awkward stagger
Intestines hanging long like snakes
The widow is released
Horsemen of the apocalypse
Conquest, war, famine, and death
Follow in the corpse’s path
The widow is released
Released, the widow (rpt 2x)
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