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Doberman Slave
01:49
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THE TEETH ARE MERCILESS BITCH
PAWS DIG INTO EARTH
A CALL FROM THE MASTER’S MOUTH
WILL NEVER COME - IT WILL NEVER STOP
ENTER THE DEPTHS OF SUBMISSION
FUCKED ON ALL FOURS WITH A MISSION
THE BLOOD ON THE GROUND IS TRADITION
THE TONGUE AND THE MOUTH
AND AND THE SPIT ON YOUR CHILDREN
FEED MY DOBERMAN SLAVE
FEED MY DOBERMAN SLAVE
FEED MY DOBERMAN SLAVE
FEED MY DOBERMAN SLAVE
CRUSHING THE PELVIS IN DIRT
BURNING LIKE FIRES THAT
SHOULD NEVER BE BURNT
THERE IS NO HOPE OR ESCAPE
TO BE PULLED FROM THE JAWS
OF MY DOBERMAN SLAVE
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The 5th Death
01:42
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LASHED TO AN ANCIENT TREE
RAPED INTO ERASING THE MEMORY
THE CROSS OF MEDUSA BURNS
HER TENTACLES WHIP THE EARTH
INTO THE WOMB OF ANNIHILATION
RE-BIRTHED IN A PILE OF SAND
GRANULES OF SORROW RUB RAW IN MY HANDS
I AM DYING
TURNED TO SMOKE
WAITING FOR BULLETS
TO BRING BACK MY GHOST
A GUN FOR THE PRAYER OF PEACE
IN MY GUT HANGS A KNIFE OF DREAMS
THE FIFTH DEATH
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AT THE CRUX OF BROKEN SUNLIGHT
NEAR THE BEAMS OF HOLLOW SOUND
RIPPED INSIDE OUT
TORN FOOT TO MOUTH
STUCK IN THE BEAK
OF A BLACK CROW
HEADED STRAIGHT TO HELL
A GRAVEL-TOUCH PROPHECY
IN A SILVER-NIGHT MEMORY
BLACK ONTO BLACK
BLACK ONTO BLACK
GRABBING
LIMBS
PULLING BACK
LEATHER STRIPS SMOOTH
LIKE DEATH’S PLEASING VANILLA
BLACK ONTO BLACK
BORN INTO DEATH
SKULLS MADE INTO WALLS
APPLE SHAPED EYES
GOLDEN TEETH
GOLDEN MASK
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4. |
Dead Deer Suit
02:34
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UNDER FAILING LIGHT
BEHIND THE WATCHFUL EYES
A DEER CORPSE HUNG LIKE LIGHTS
MY HUMBLE SACRIFICE
I AM THE HUNT
I AM THE PAIN TO YOU WANT
I AM THE CUT
THE FEAR INSIDE YOUR MOUTH
UNDER THIS CANOPY
OF DEAD WOOD AND ATROPHY
MY BONES MADE STRONG LIKE STEEL
TO FEEL YOU SCREAM INTO
MY NEW SET OF EARS
THE ANTS CRAWL AROUND THE WOUNDS
THE FLIES ARE SINGING
THEIR SONGS SO SWEETLY
I HAVE NO BROTHER
I FEAR NO SON
INSIDE MY FLESH COCOON
THE BLOOD IS WARM
THE CROWN IS TORN
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Garbage Bag Party Mask
02:21
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BACKWOOD FANTASY
OF YOUNG BOY WITH CROOKED TEETH
GIRLS DO WHAT HE SAYS
FEEDING THE RAM’S HEAD WITH
BLOOD FROM THEIR KNEES
THEY SET UP IN CIRCLES
AND LIGHT ALL THEIR CANDLES
THE RITUALISTIC
BECOMES UNCONTROLLABLY ANIMALISTIC
WEARING THE MARK OF MY MAKER
ONLY THEN I CANNOT BE SEEN
HOW POROUS
MY CONSCIOUS
SKIN WET WITH THE SWEAT THAT I NEED
I CANNOT BE CORNERED
THE PLANET IS INSIDE OF MY HATE
A CRIMSON-MOON
CESSATION SALVATION
A THRONE OF JUDGEMENT AWAITS
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Noose Necklace
02:21
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YEARS OF CANCER
MONTHS OF PAIN
HOURS OF HATRED
A LIFETIME SLAVE
PAINT THE MIRROR BLACK
BREAK INTO A DANCE
CHOKED FROM BIRTH
NOOSE NECKLACE AT LAST
NO CHANCES
NO OFFERS
PINNED BACK
ON A WICKER CHAIR ALTAR
STONES OF ROADWAYS
TAR LIKE OCEANS
CENTIPEDE SECRET
CHALK LINE MASTERS
THE CONSCIOUS CONSENTER
RESTLESS IN RUTHLESS PERCENTAGE
FACE DOWN ON BLACK TOP TARGET
CANDLE WAX MARKERS
BLOOD STAINING CONCRETE
NECKS ARE MEANT TO SNAP
THE AIRWAY CONSTRICTING
SLOWING THE BREATHING
BURNING THE SEASON
KILLING THE MEANING
IN TIME
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