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Stun, Gas, Bolt, Bleed
05:34
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bring me the slaughter cause i can’t move
i need the power of the hoof
all of their drive for me to drain
i feel their strength in my veines
we treat living beings like machines
while disregarding efficiency
behold my hunger, hand another
nutrient supply fully covered
heart turned into a thick matter pump
liver heavy metal mine, kidneys a dump
we treat living beings like machines
while disregarding efficiency
beget the child, cage it for life, stuff it with pills,
stun it, gas it, bolt it, bleed it out
beget the child, cage it for life, stuff it with pills,
stun it, gas it, bolt it, bleed it out
until no more grows on this ground
tear up the loins, to feed the boys
after the boar devour the hound
tear up the loins, to feed the boys
why would I change my mind can’t move
wisdom of ages why improve?
i’m born a hunter and omnivore
actual practice left ignored
lost perspective to reality
ethics just as rotten as our meat
they do not feel or so you say
so higher beings just have their way:
stun, gas, bolt, bleed, construct a need
tear up the loins, to feed the boys
lost perspective to reality
ethics just as rotten as our meat
all of the land to the life stock
filling the skies with their gas
satiate the water with faeces
all in the comfort of keeping our vomit down
beget the child, cage it for life, stuff it with pills,
stun it, gas it, bolt it, bleed it out
until no more grows on this ground
tear up the loins, to feed the boys
after the boar devour the hound
tear up the loins, to feed the boys
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Silverware Sun
06:41
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when night falls our dreams take shape and numb our minds
in daylight they mime fruits of our will left blind
leap up while we thrive to settle for our needs we learned to widen and meet
and even i derive from transgression bluntly i aspire to a still life
a silverware sun rises in the middle of the night
you changed the story and it took away my fright
why would we limit ourselves to what’s left inside?
it takes great leaps to form a movement
likewise these tools line up to form the root of myself
amassed such supremacy, drives me to forget my nightmares
stay foolish enough to hope to choose what I become, but it seems our intend is
unraveling our fetal curl just to sprawl in our grave, leaving no epitaph
evolve to yourself, don’t try to overcome your fate
don’t overcome yourself
we produced the pencil drawing silver linings leaving old voices behind
don’t overcome yourself
stay foolish enough to hope to choose what I become, but it seems our intend is
unraveling our fetal curl just to sprawl in our grave, leaving no epitaph
a silverware sun rises in the middle of the night
you changed the story and it took away my fright
why would we limit ourselves to what’s left inside?
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