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Habitat
04:22
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I close my eyes and feel the slightest sounds.
I perch here rather patiently, eager for the edge of our kind.
The truth of Man; machines of blood and fire, our creators left us long ago.
In our word the filth here wait for the coming of Gods; enslaved we’re tiered yet still we go on.
Without shedding the fears of death and loss, life will grant us nothing.
Nothing, life will grant us nothing, nothing.
Alleviate by time and simple thrills, while dreading sounds of the machines that we have built.
The guilt in Man; machines of pure desire, our creators left us long ago.
As we’ve knelt here forever against our will, our submission enfolds us and keeps us still.
Without shedding the past, we remain lost... We’ll succumb to nothing.
Nothing, and life will grant us nothing, nothing.
Life will grant us, will grant us nothing.
Thrown amongst our kind an Angel descends onto our lands, he’d sought refuge in Zion he’d sought the purest man.
And as he came before him, what gazed into his soul; had promised him to freedom, had promised a new home.
Though what he saw was a wasteland, forgotten; aired-soil lays it now upon what is rot.
Amongst the tired cold and hungry sat the monarchs, who drove their pupils into the ground.
What once here shone now stands abandoned, within our darkness we here shine as what we are.
Nothing, nothing, nothing far from nothing, nothing.
From a void we came and shall return, to who we are and what we learn; everything comprises nothing.
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Scum
02:25
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Through my eyes, I have found.
That light will always blind me.
In the darkness I will fall... to the earth.
In the light, there’s a man…Who wept “forsaken”.
And the dark path to his mind there’s a God... forgotten.
To gold and steel, we’ve pledged our alliance.
We fell as we froze, we lacked proper dictation.
As the past fades away with our stones of creation; now the scum of the earth await their second coming.
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Entropy
04:33
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Out from nothing something, a dream of fruition.
Intuitive beings enslaved by a human condition.
Cause under God we here judge ourselves, as rights and wrongs are written rhythmically with Hell. Our laws of justice are blind indeed; they suit us well as we intend them to be.
Though some breath inwards, to droning sounds predating Gods and the essence of Suns; behold the power of great intuition.
Some are born of creation, while some are recycled.
Through losing hope, faith is born of anxiety, then condoning gospels; the raping of everything indeed.
Biting our tongues in fear of ourselves; we are the founders to the concepts that we dwell. Knowing our laws are nothing sacred still we preach; we are so absurd, so absurd indeed.
Cause under God we here judge ourselves as rights and wrongs are written rhythmically with Hell. Our laws of justice are blind indeed; they suit us well as we intend them to be for us.
We bite our tongues in fear of ourselves, yet wish to conquer all the concepts that we dwell.
Cause under God we here judge ourselves as rights and wrongs were written rhythmically in Hell.
Here Law’s not justice nor blind to see; it’s just rust for eternity without us.
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