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Could never have been
04:44
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Time to fall back looking through the blinds
late for every engagement
entangled in an ugly situation
it never goes how you plan
when the rain turns to hail and the dents and damage appear
do you think we can still light the way home
under this crimson tinted sky
When the clouds roll in and cover us with snow
and I'm laughing like a maniac
the myths we share comes alive
through the years counting seconds
when they're gone they're gone
but they never were it's over faster than you'd think
each moment a hue faded dissolving one hundred years
what remains of these events
faces and places instability
to inspect my surroundings
submit to the gravity
weather the hostility
in short what is could never have been
don't expect it to last at least
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Useless User
03:48
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This momentary spasm
in a mechanized slit
you see she's got needs synthetic as they may be
dance motherfucker
sucking
fucking
shift alt control delete
Because we all need a little stimulation
God knows, the devil knows...
Pussy doesn't grow on trees
buggies crawling around
embedded in the program
consciously transmitting urges
electronic impulses
shorting out rational decisions
to hell with biology
are you feeling a little left out ?
has the natural world got you down ?
Tired of everybody being a fuck up just like you ?
Our communication never makes no sense
You call this shit intelligence ??
this stiff mechanical lay
bitch you ain't obsolete just yet
I'm sure you'll make a lovely pet
but that machine's got no standards
and she's always wet.
These sex robots need to dance
bitch, shake your ass
Useless users
we're self aware
you never bring us flowers
you never say you care
We're done sucking and fucking
get in the cattle cars
Don't mind the radiation.
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She wrote a song calling for a life spent in decay
Lessons in restraint
abstract designer mourning
It's ever so cathartic
even if it's just a simulation
You'll only see interference
white noise
The visual language of decay
If you stand back at just the right angle
The crayon scratches on the canvas almost look like
The artist wants to communicate something...
I think it says:
" Give me your money and hang this piece of shit up on your wall"
She's locked herself up again
carving modern art into her wrists
She's sucking on the barrel
of the very gun she wants to take from you
She says it ain't no good for you
If you read deep into the word salad
I think the poet is trying to express his inner most feelings
I think he's feeling:
"I bet you think this is deep. I wrote it on the toilet.
Now hail me as the next Rimbaud and give me your fucking money"
With chernobyl glowing in our soul heading for a meltdown
A rapture of passion
on the verge of a breakthrough
Damaged to perfection
They've got medication
Consume and obey
The modern mantra of today
Eat
Sleep
Kill
Fuck
Consume
Obey
Decay
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Choking the innocent
04:20
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The side effects take their toll
tattered nerves damaged torn
infested infected
rats crawling over each other
This sewer ain't big enough for the twelve of us
Schizo stops the rain mid fall
Collecting guilt in muddy puddles
They believe that sincerity is overrated
Shrug it off as a defect
Let go of control
Hidden in sight
Nobody's going home tonight
They huddle together before the sacred dumpster fire
under a flickering dim street light
illuminated last words can't remember what they were...
But they sure were spoken eloquently...
Poisonous snakes twist around the dreams
of desperate outcasts like razor wire
choking the innocent
until they commit brutal criminal acts
It's so nice to aspire
dressed like a liar
hailed as a saint in whore's attire
The frozen concrete heaven of the damned
flashing neon advertisements pedle smut
crash the slut
disposable hate culture
declines civility
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cats don't have souls Albany, New York
Cats don’t have souls started off as a minimalist deathrock duo and polluted itself into a drunken and deranged sound experimental prog obsessed entity with a personality disorder. Please be considerate of others and don't play this too loud.
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