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Lord Kinbote
03:27
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Clutch the rifle
Cold sweat doused
Captive, never again
Society will know your story
There's no other choice
Cold sweat doused
Your prisoners, your audience
Society shall know your story
Still air, cold night, then all time stops. They descend from above. They have come to take you away.
They have come again. From the sky.
They have come again. From the sky.
They have come again.
Mixing, sifting, sorting, exploring.
They are in your head
White hot needle in your head.
Mixing, sifting, sorting, programming.
Talked down, disarmed, taken into custody. Admitted; Comforted. Finally, your story'll be told. But they don't care. They don't listen. They don't hear a single word. They don't think it's real. They don't realize that They will come again
From the sky.
They will come again. Watch the skies.
They will come again.
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2. |
Return of the Annunaki
03:04
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The scriptures were not fully deciphered
Time's children did not heed the warnings
The time for experiments has ended
Return of the Annunaki
Return of the Ancients
Topple all the cities
Crumbling the buildings
The clouds parted to reveal the warships
The sky fortresses let forth their wrath
Tens of thousands vaporized in the streets
Return of the Annunaki
Return of the Ancients
Topple all the cities
Crumbling the buildings
Judgement day.
Eradicate
Incinerate
White hot light
The experiments are over.
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3. |
Street Tuff Chud
04:53
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4. |
Fetal Demon Harvest
04:03
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He can save you, he can save me, allegiance saves us all
They can bless you, they'll accept you, assimilate them all
Heaven helps you, heaven helps me, heaven helps us all
Heaven help you, heaven help me, heaven help us all
In the beginning you created your own miracle,
you created your own enemy.
Entering the bazaar of snake oil peddlers
a perverse venom that bleaches all truth
Baphomet has served you well,
in your inquisition.
Now get on one knee
and bow to the theocracy.
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5. |
Opened Up
03:18
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Interior warzones caked with soot. Solo against assaulting hordes.
Screams across the battlefield. Reverberating off calcium walls.
Redundant history so droll. Doomed to always be repeated.
Screams across the battlefield. Reverberating off calcium walls.
Relapse.
With another defeat. Sent to the gallows. The manchurian elect.
Gutted. Conditioned.
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6. |
Placebo God
04:16
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Sentenced by an absent jury doused in acid.
Hallowed oak rotting, faith is fleeting, countless burnt offerings.
Deprived of all hope. Letters put to ink. Horizon in distance burning retinas.
There is no one left, but the ghosts of your past. They are here for you. Board the train with them.
Thick red clouds dancing in clear seas. Cool porcelain. This is your death bed. You are home now. Tucked in and safe.
Sentenced by an absent jury doused in acid.
Hallowed oak rotting, faith is fleeting, countless burnt offerings.
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7. |
Death of Aunt Millie
05:21
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Sorry for your losses brother in arms
Someday we know you'll inherit the earth.
Quixotic hubris. Bohemian. No honor among thieves. Machievellian.
This day. Never to be forgotten.
Weaving an elaborate dream
Torch lights burn the funeral pyre
Songs sung carried to the grave
Cryogenically frozen, so the body'd keep.
Inconvenient timing. Such a tragedy
Pursuit of glamour. You were our wounded leg.
Pursuit of fame. You were our wounded leg.
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8. |
The Luciferan
03:52
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Down in the cellar with the candles lit, he traces a circle around his ingenue's frame.
She regains conciousness naked on the pentagram. Tears in his eyes. The knife in hand. The offspring's body just a yard away. Gray and still. Motionless, not for long.
The son does not rise. Eyes still closed. There's not enough blood. The bounty is insufficient.
There is no bargain.
Teeth clank against the barrel.
The lord will deliver.
He'll accept this trade.
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9. |
Nonsense to the Gallery
03:19
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Recollection's far from easy.
Blue dust has since enveloped me.
There's something between you and me.
Sociopaths have it made.
Take a look at what you've wrought. A lark you play. You couldn't care less. And you don't look back.
But I know.
I know where you buried the bodies.
Recollections unnecessary.
Nonsense to the the gallery.
Bridges burned between you and me.
Sociopaths have it made.
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10. |
Blasphemy
03:52
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11. |
Thulsa Doom
04:55
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This is a phosphoric alloy.
Fused by an unwritten, unspoken, covenant.
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