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Dead Weight
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YOU CAN'T DRAG ME WITH YOU, WE'RE IN HELL ALREADY. I WILL LEAVE YOU ROT HERE, AS I CLIMB OUT FOR FRESH AIR. WHAT COULD BE AT ROOT, AT LEAST I TOOK A DARE. SUSPECT THE LIKES OF YOU, TO NEVER FUCKING CARE. I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING FACE OFF, CAN'T TELL ME WHO TO TRUST. WE CAN ONLY SCRAPE THE SURFACE, INTENTIONS WORN TO RUST. DEAD WEIGHT I'VE HAD TO BARE, SUSPECT A FINAL USE. AT LEAST I VOICED A CARE, RESISTING LIKE A NOOSE.
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Objects of Design
01:47
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A CHOICE ALREADY MADE, AT THE EDGE OF WHAT WHAT WILL COME. WE ARE OBJECTS OF DESIGN. NATURED, NURTURED, BUT WHAT OF YOUR MIND. YOUR SEQUENCE IS NOT ENOUGH. ATTACH, DETACH. DECODE A MESS OF GROWTH. A U C G THEN WHAT? THE CHOICE ALREADY MADE. ITS WORTH IT TO STAY YOUNG. NEITHER ABJECT NOR DASEIN. OUR BODIES ARE NOW ALIGNED.
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Grow Up Dead
02:01
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THE BITTERSWEET DIVIDE. BLOOD SPREAD MEMORIES PASSED THROUGH ON EITHER SIDE. I INHERIT SPITE AND SADNESS, WORRY MELANCHOLY MADNESS, I TRACE MY VEINS TO RECONCILE. A MUFFLED RAGE. WIPES BLANK PAGE. I HOLD MY BREATH. WE GROW UP DEAD. ANCESTRAL SCORN AND NOW WE SHARE A LANGUAGE OF NERVES AND FRIENDS WHOSE FATHERS WERE THERE. YOU SHOULD BE MY ENEMY BUT WE'RE NOW THE SAME THOUGH ONE GREW UP WITH PRIDE AND ANOTHER WITH PAIN. WE GROW UP DEAD. I CAN'T DESCEND. I HOLD MY BREATH. ITS MAKE OR MEND.
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Forced Tresp.
02:17
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YOUR PROGRESS IS TWO STEPS BACKWARDS. IT BLOCKS ALL ROADS, IT IS WHAT SHAMES US. WE DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS BUT YOU'LL TAKE IT. ALL THAT WE HAVE, OUR FUTURE PASSAGE. YOU KEEP FIGHTING TO HOLD DOWN THIS FORT, THE LINES THAT WE'VE DRAWN, THE LIES THAT WE'VE TAUGHT. YOU CAN'T OWN YOUR SHIT NONE OF US ARE YOURS. ARBITRARY SINS, EXCUSES FOR LOST WARS. AND YOU TAKE THIS LAND FOR GRANTED, IT NEVER WAS GIVEN TO YOU. YOU CAN'T HAVE IT, BUT WHY NOT TAKE IT. WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU? WHAT DID YOU COME HERE FOR?
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Wet Screams
02:34
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YOU'RE FRUSTRATED? I LIE HERE WAITING. APATHETIC TO DISMAY YOU'VE STAMMERED IN WITH. ONLY NOTICING HOW BAD THINGS WERE WHEN THEY AFFECT YOU. HERE'S THE PUNCHLINE, IT'S ALWAYS BEEN WORSE. FLAGELLATING YOUR OWN CURSE. YOU'RE BLUE-BALLING TO CALL IT FIRST. GIVE POWER TO THE MEAK. TAKE COUNT OF WORDS YOUR SPEAK. YOUR SILENCE IS MY VIOLENCE.
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