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Bible Arm on social hell spins its downward spiral
with each year of unprogression a fine of failure is added
closer than ever to the edge, a faith in resident martyrs
strong object track my body, my body down.
eyes, disappearing rebirth of light
between a labyrinth of errors and the key to the suicide era
digging through the graves of giants, words fly to me
a lonely load, like a promise failing miserably
running through like an alphabet of hate
to shake the entire organism, closer than ever, ever to the edge
eyes, disappearing rebirth of light
between a labyrinth of errors and the key to the suicide era
i kill for the code, to disarm this mess
of psychotic chaos that once i mixed up myself
disarm
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Geology is digging through my brain
A manta engulfing the world
To throw it up once again
To a guild of lifted daggers
Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the Gyroscope of time
A collection of failures
A diabolical sequence of stabs
Written in cutting stone
From the fossilized den of thieves
Our lives die
Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the Gyroscope of time
A collection of failures
I see the nursing all mother
Spitting out a trail of termites
In the mouth of her first born hope
With smog-filled rebellion
Apathy dressed in violence
White, insectoid legs
Curse her lips and her mouth receptive
Only to pain
Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the Gyroscope of time
A collection of failures
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Call me by my astral name
Breeding fear through wordless tounge
Heavenly thirst - unspeakable pain
Emptied from all human motion
Confront the faceless wrath
Beckoning silent from a sphere behind space
Through twisted ruins of uncompleted dreams
Sights of towers reaching for the moon
Clawing at the skies - they gonna pull it down
Intensity - I feel the lava rushing through my veins
Stars are reforming - to enter the fourth dimension
Beyond all galaxies
Through timeless eons of frost
Unearthly hunger - angels descent
We are entering dimensions behind space...
Beyond all galaxies
Through timeless eaons of frost
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