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Reverse Psychology
01:19
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Misanthrope
05:21
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I look at people passing on the street
I see a waste,
A cold, bleak, emptiness
Dotted by eyes that speak of nothing
Assumptions made, backed by auras
I can feel in my neck and behind my eyes
I know these people are nothing,
I know these people mean nothing
Others make me feel sick
A haze in my head caused by their words
I need silence
Its hot and crowded, sweat and filth
Clarity cannot be found
I hate people,
I hate the way that they are
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Fantasies Of My Suicide
06:10
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My life bleached out
In white and black
Hope is a dead notion
I never wanna go back
Not anymore, no breaths
No tears
Never want to live
Never live in fear
"I see myself in a pool of black,
Body white as a sheet
A picture of peace...
Flatlined, with nobody to see
Dead and cold, with nobody to find me"
I fear death, but I fear life more
Happiness took one look at me
And slammed its door
(Dialogue)
I lived alone, and I die the same
A solitary corpse
On a playground swing
Hung by the neck
Until I am dead
Born in a noose
Gagging out every breath
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My Vice, My Release
05:27
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When I cannot,
I look at pictures
Of those who do
Enviously, eyeing the blood
Licking, my lips,
At the sight
Of smiling wounds
It is pure,
It is understandable
To do it, and to be alone
Have nobody know, how you feel
Is pure, is beautiful
My vice, my release
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False Bearer
05:03
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Bright red marks the path
Of ink
There for a day, then washed off
In the sink
Feigning misery,
To be gathered up in the arms
Of sympathy
A pathetic waste of self
Lightly taken, and casually borne
A featherweight burden, disguised as a stone
Take a knife, take a razorblade
And go over slowly, these outlines you made
Earn the blood, mutilate the skin
Go through your lie, to the flesh within
You whine, and cry out, for help and a shoulder
To cry upon, your burden a boulder,
But hollow in nature, weighing not a pound
Truth in your words is nowhere to be found
Follow through, go to hell
Follow through, kill yourself
Kill yourself
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The Wytch
04:20
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You'll stay in bed
For she sits upon your chest
You'll never leave
For she holds the keys
She doesn't love you
She doesn't care
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Rather than suckle your piglets,
You starved them, or fed them shit
"Mutter des hases
Was haben sie gietan
Sie haben sich, was got gestorben
Um sie von sparen
Im dreck liegen I
We will cleanse ourselves
And this squalid pig sty
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Funerary
03:47
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You said you never wanted me
But you created the conditions
Which in turn, created me
You said I was a failure,
A living curse...
I took those words to heart
And I woke up in a hearse
Oh you didn't want me
Its just as bad as it sounds
I never asked for this life
Put me in the ground
Oh, you gave a gift
When you gave me life
But it was a wasted gesture...
You made me cold,
You made me hard,
You made me want to spend
My entire life in the dark
I want to be buried
(I inherited, only disease)
I want to be free
(From a mother, who hated me)
As many feet, under the snowy ground
As you can put me
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Hell House
02:56
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A twisted feeling, in all of me
I am disgusted, by myself
I'm living in, a personal hell
This isn't living, I hate myself
The walls are pressing in around me
Pulling the life from my lungs
I am apathetic, and I am panicked
I don't want to see, but my eyes demand it
Everything is twisted and bubonic
Filled to bursting with sickness
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