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DB2 Y11
01:50
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I have my rights to my rites
And my rites to my pain
I have my rites to my rights
From which I abstain
I have my rights to my rights
And to all that I have
I will centre it as fear
Until it leaves me at death
I will raise this two headed mutt
If I want to
I will drown my child in the sea
If I want to
I will scar the skin of my kin
Because I have to
I will raise this loathe to lust
Because I need to
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2. |
Precostal
05:04
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Precinct to what bones define
Ribs by mortar to immortal cribs abstain
Polished from rubbing thin lines
The heart and the chest separated by
Free flow blood dressed
in salt of eyes
Keep it - External
Linking from breath to mouth
I am
Precostal
Permissive the road lays
Tentative in enclosure
Swollen to the lust
Removed and drawn away
My mind wont know that what I tell it
Will never come to be
My mind wont know that what I tell it
Didn't ever happen
My mind wont know that what I tell it
Is worse than anyone else
My mind wont know that what I tell it
Is killing myself
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3. |
Screw Cap
04:39
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Be Betrayed
And I will pray for nothing
and I will get my ways
Starved rustic
Wont protect me from my pain
Beginning
Burning in the scared reign
Struggling to care
Reminece something that you’d say
Why didnt you want me?
Being in determination
Crawl out and shudder through bones
Spit out your teeth and give them to me
Force apart your skin and place my feelings in behind
Draw your skull on my back
I want to fill you
Control you
Contort you
I am live sin
Kill you
Control you
Contort you
I am withered in blood
Beginning
Burning in the scared reign
Struggling to care
Reminece something that you’d ask
Why didnt you kill me?
Being in determination
And I confide in my deceit
And I will take it back
And I will break the binds of
Rythm, Spit it, Say it, want it, beg it, cut it
And I will break your hollow mind
And I will hold you back
Pain continued from the
Rythm, Filling, Spilling, Running, Spiraled, Falling, Breating , Cast
Running down your back
Creatured are prone to their instinct
They will side to the pain they know
Crush your own pills and breathe through the pain that youve thought that you’re owed
Becoming rare kept forward strides
Dillusionment
Fuck being the man that I hate
Breathe through the puke that you swallow
Breate through the blood that you choked up
Rate it, spit it, say it, want it, beg it, cut it, keep it, choke it,
Why didnt I kill me
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Treat
Of the mind
To Mend
From Nothing
Nothing
To illude suffering from the mind does not mean bliss exists
To allude those who do not follow to think that its not true
To protrude the idea of self imposed meaning onto object things
To extrude the idea that same process done is worth less than yours
Gracious in preserverance
Gracious in preserverance
Gracious in preserverance
Cries will not be heard in rite
Gracious in preserverance
Sacrifice in name or trial
Crack down on loathe//Crack down on eyes that leer
Crack down on hail to fear//To Stale your fate
Salt all the dirt that grows
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5. |
DB2 R8
05:04
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