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Rites
00:55
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Some vehicles of will-less bliss
Drug before the soul-less youth
Lacking in ambition
Apparent in direction
Abject substance
"Nothing to do"
I drown in your vastness
I drown in your emptiness
Drinking in your vastness
Drinking in your emptiness
Poisoned by birth
Poisoned by breath
Made Ill by vision
Made Ill like a wretch
There is no purity
There is no purity
There is no purity
Swallow your own tongue; pointless fucking life
Keep your fucking fun; enjoy your worthless night
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Exchange
03:48
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I don't want it, I don't need it, only remember I don't need you
Only death when I cum, don't need your putrid terror
Gaze is a holy terror
Lust is a lasting violence
Let all virility wither and expire
Gaze is violence
Lust is power
I am ill of our bodies
I feel nothing when I cum
And I feel sick when I cum
Lust is terror, touch is hatred, gaze is a lasting power
I feel ill, at least you came, I feel putrid when I cum
Gaze is violence
Touch is terror
I feel nothing
At least you came
I am ill of our bodies
Don't tell me it feels good
Feels like death
Like nothing
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3. |
Police / Work
02:44
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Stand on my face
You own me
I work for you
You speak for me
You're the police
I do what you say
You put me in chains
They put you in the hole
I need you
You own me
You protect me
You jail me
You're the police
You put me in chains
I need you
You own me
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Chewing
01:32
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Behold the animal and the pedestal it rests on
A value, dominion; forced objecthood and symbol-
A tongue licks clean a bone
A mother drives home and stares at the wall
The fantasy is that we share a mutual respect
The reality is abject; an abased complex
Fetish animal/celebratory death
A yoke is a yoke still you wait with baited breath
The corpse in your mouth, the flesh on their skin
The hands that are stained with blood are the hands that always win
Underneath the abject boot
Feeding from the withered breast
Filling up our open mouths
Feeding on what's left within
Chewing as complacent act
I wish every prole to turn on its chain
I wish every master a swift shallow grave
I wish every animal free from its cage
I wish every butcher a cold shallow grave
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Hydrogen Man Records is a small DIY punk and hardcore record label from Philadelphia, PA.
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