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Fog (Chapter I)
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Self-Loathing creature of habit; pathetic display of half-life. Just begging for decay. Why have you built these walls, to stand alone outside? You act like it's different; like the gears have slipped, and no-one's there to see. Like pursuing potential in nothing is productive in urgent ways, and the key to mental resistance is to inevitably escape.
Shut down; evade to the fog.
The stages will always be empty; you're alone in this hate. You'll only collapse in time; best to leave well alone.
Embrace the feared unknown; shut down. Evade to the fog. I've lost all faith in these pages I've sketched the world on; would trade my lungs for a breath.
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Clarity (Chapter II)
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At last, a light in the fog. Free to live; live to exist. I yearn to throw the switch on this. Live this embrace; exist to.
The seal cracked, and a paramount wave of clarity just nearly collapsed my lungs. I'll take it in; drown with you.
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Sometimes it's like my head is restless. The pit of my fucking skull aches. Mindless, hopeless scum everywhere.
I know that I'm immune. I know I shouldn't care. My stomach shouldn't curdle at things I've seen before. Lies in the "good" word; rape in the folklore. And still... Just another dirty punk, screaming to another wasted scene. Pouring your soul into nothing.
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Lamentations
05:06
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Cheese is like vomit without Reggie's touch to ready the palette. Can't write a tune without a speed boost; controlled inspiration.
No sense in seeking slumber, that bong will soon put me to rest. All my love smells like hate. All my heroes are dead, or ought to be. Still, I search for them in swamps... the desert.... halls of mirrors; only catching glimpses of myself. The records all skip to the tune of my own lamentations; every scream, a tormented sob. Dancing just feels like a deathwalk.
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Better Safe than Dead
02:56
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When I told you "Russian Roulette," Russian Roulette was precisely what I fucking meant. You've never listened to a goddamn word I say.
Better safe in a casket than walking dead.
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Trap Waltz (Chapter IV)
04:18
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I stepped up today. Became a man, and sold my family to the fucking machine. Traded my own freedom for a change of scenery
and a good fix. I still recall the taste on my tongue; gritty. Like the soot under my bloody fingernails. Chalk outline in the street.
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Atonement (Chapter V)
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I've found my true brethren inside this empty cave; traded it all in search or more pain. .... Found it.
....Loneliness is Godliness.
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Squatters Rights
06:07
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Nothing to eat but doctrine and lies; Gives me the shits everytime.
...A house is a home, so they say. Lying in this cesspool 26 years; echoes bouncing off the walls. I'm the only one here. I'm the only one here. I'm the only GOD here. And I'll lead this infernal parade. Squatters Rights.
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Skitchrist Pennsylvania
LIKE PARASITES TO AN UNWILLING HOST, WE DRAIN THE LIFE FROM OUR ONLY CHANCE AT HOPE.
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