1. |
A Breaking
04:37
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Pearls worn out
Once sought out, now kept at bay
Sands filled with pure disease
Maybe it's unwise to turn away
Could something have been done
To cure the skies of decay?
Tainted ground
Waltzing in swamps and regret
Burnt from the acid rain
Making a desperate chanting
With words that coquet
So here we sit again
In your homemade oubliette
When the gates begin to crack,
Contemplating if there is more to gain
"The world, forced to never sigh"
Putting trust in bleeding walls
Never to imagine they are in pain
"Holding on, but how come why?"
And at last, with nothing left
Perish without approval or complaints
"Is this how we're meant to die?"
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2. |
Organ Gloom
04:29
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Frozen wastelands
In an orange gloom
White death begone
Begone
Appearing freezing
Winter air is embracing
Mountains left alone
In the frozen lake
Wistful water waving with
Willows turned to stone
Waiting for the bloom of life
On the days of night
Taste a faint trace in saturnine lights
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3. |
Fixing to Slip
04:48
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Shapes that can't be told, branded in watermarks
Unbeknownst to those, guided by gilded barques
On a crooked course, traversing obscurity
Where the backstabbing daisies speak gently of me
Time goes on
A senseless way to start,
Lacking motives to pick apart
Thoughts are bleeding through papers unable to fold
Where the hours stopped, and the world cannot uphold
Confusions arise with the works to comprehend
As the day has dawned, desires seek to descend
Time goes on
A senseless way to start,
Lacking motives to pick apart
Nothing done,
Pursuing a splendour
Devolved into a chore
I know, I know, I know
An effort to revitalize
New memories that crystalize,
Caught pondering in compromise
When nothing's left to idolize
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4. |
To the Open Mouths
06:35
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I will keep my mouth closed
I will not fall apart
Another canker sore
Words rot behind my lips
Secrets kept within my core
Blood drips
Body bursts confessing,
Heart strings sewing my mouth shut
Trying to tell myself it’s lessening
It’s not
All the lights upon which
In darkness I have wished
Only ever led me to the open mouths of fish
All the lights upon which
In darkness I have wished
Only ever led me to this
Body bursts with pressure
Inverted inwards, worsening
Inverted innards confess your
Person
Another febrile turn,
A fiery barricade, a bourn,
A mouth that’s drying up will burn,
Kept warm
Another season
Roots deepen
Another sinking sun
Another reason
Just recedes in
Another blinking realization
That all the lights upon which
In darkness I have wished
Have only ever led me to the open mouths of predator fish
I’ve stared across waters
Without wood with which to build
A raft that could cross that sea so still
I will keep still
Keep still
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5. |
From a Broken Hub
04:34
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Dreaming has sunk its teeth
With forceful insistence
Into the neck, with ease,
Of my sense perception
Dead set, there’s nothing left
That’s not beyond repair
Reduced to just my empty core
I guess that old me would have cared
Imitations of intent
Indecisive or just indifferent?
What kind of tricks will our minds play
To keep us mindless for another day?
Believe
Resolute
Deceived
Destitute
Senseless, an emptiness
Might not be just an empty threat
Take heart, or take a look inside:
There is nothing to get
Lost cause, no trusting type;
My whole life was a lie
Dead weight, lost my mind
Its service did not satisfy
Imitations of intent
Self is an idea of reference
A broken apparatus gauges wrongs
But can’t allude to where the fault belongs
Simulated relevance
From a broken hub of cognitions
They don’t even care that nothing’s real
At least that’s what my senses make me feel
Believe
Resolute
Deceive
Destitute
Think again, how could you make sense
If you’re of existence devoid?
Cruel world of your design
Be strong or be destroyed
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6. |
Stop!
04:35
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Systems constructed, constricted for you to construe
The choice was always already made for you
Individual divided in two, choose
It’s just hard to abstract from the void to which we’ve been reduced
The complex and sundering dark absolute
Out from which all determinations bloomed
Points its finger to beckon you to choose
Except when all reality’s clarified, where’s the room?
Freedom in concept
It was all just idea
Truth made subject,
Subjectivities disappear
Free from particulars
In abstraction, all goes
Truth be told, being whole,
It’s the untruth for most
The immanent, infinite force of this substrate
Pivots on this instance, sublating it
And at a moment’s notice you bifurcate
Into infinitudes of different states
Being will vanish into a nothingness with the same predicates
Which disintegrate
Freedom in concept
It was all just idea
Truth made subject,
Subjectivities disappear
Free from particulars
In abstraction, all goes
Truth be told, being whole,
It’s the untruth for most
But you edified
From the system you tore down
You spoke with the gravity
Of eternity in your voice
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Arm Denmark
We are Arm and we mean to do harm!
Vi er Arm, og vi er her for at lave larm!
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