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Blackleg
07:35
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Once was a stout invertebrate
Sinew and flesh did cultivate
Calamitous foe lays in wait
To be incurred and incubate
Unto its wrath prey lay prostrate
Within warm host it stakes its claim
Only ambition is to maim
As tendon and tissue inflame
Crippling the healthy all the same
What's left of life is now spent lame
No god or science could negate
An agonizing, sickly fate
Contracts with death it consummates
Once lively stock now immolates
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Adrift a Rift
04:12
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Floating downstream, just another soul for the ride
Casting their lines, seeing if I take a bite
All the voices scream come and join our side
Loyal to no team, I just choose to pass them by
Floating downstream, see as the bridges burn bright
Casting their lines, trying to rip me from the tide
All the voices scream come and join our side
Loyal to no team, I just choose to pass them by
Floating downstream, just another soul for the ride
Casting their lines, trying to bait and incite
All the voices scream, don't even try our side
Loyal to no team, I just choose to pass them by
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Wooden Mare
05:02
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There's no crime to benefit from forgiving
No patience for your ontogeny
There's no ears that hear you fight vehemently
All sins are paid by mounting utmost unforgiving steed
Looking upon souls on high horse,
The noble horde shows little remorse
So behave and beware of the crowd's wooden mare
There's no crime that is too trifling or pygmy
No room for any base progeny
There's no time to hear the guilty make a plea
All sins are paid by mounting utmost unforgiving steed
Looking upon souls on high horse,
The noble horde shows little remorse
So behave and beware of the crowd's wooden mare
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Bite My Tongue
04:22
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Look at these eyes
Understand this smiling face is a disguise
Why try to pry?
If you don't find what you want don't act surprised
I'll bite my tongue, live silent and dormant
Pretend I've nothing to say
I'll bite my tongue, live bottled in torment
You seem to like it that way
Riding on high, why ask a thing of me if you're so wise?
What is your prize? Don't you have better things to criticize?
I'll bite my tongue, live silent and dormant
Pretend I've nothing to say
I'll bite my tongue, live bottled in torment
You seem to like it that way
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Mere
03:28
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Lord knows I'm trying
To fight through this pain
But the bad times keep coming
Here they come again
Now I'm not one for crying
But it's getting hard to find strength
And these tears keep coming
Here they come again
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Third Ruin from the Sun
09:21
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Swallow the grim tide that breaks above your head
Wallow in the pride that weaves a dire thread
Hollow the cheeks which once stuffed with other's bread
Follow the weak, for the strong have up and fled
All her sanctum were deflowered, one by one
All her aged beauty scoured, visage none
All her treasured brood devoured, by the ton
All her perpetrators cowered from the sun
Swallow from the palm that's greased at your expense
Follow in the psalm that offers no defense
Wallow in the throng, so lone and wholly dense
Hallow the good times, never spoke in present tense
All her sanctum were deflowered, one by one
All her aged beauty scoured, visage none
All her treasured brood devoured, by the ton
All her perpetrators cowered from the sun
Swallow the feast which you once considered shreds
Hollow and fleece, we've outgrown our dwindling beds
Follow the crease which deepens with every breath
Wallow in peace only known now via death
All her sanctum were deflowered, one by one
All her aged beauty scoured, visage none
All her treasured brood devoured, by the ton
All her perpetrators cowered from the sun
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