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Choleric
07:20
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Building, the cauldron boils over
Clenching my jaw until the molars crack
Blinded, I cannot see the light
Drowning, I'm stuck upon the River Styx
The swamp my final tomb
The sullen drown under the stinking waters
And choke upon their words
I see myself among them, strangled by unknown
I am the beast I fear, a fool I've come to be known as emotions grow
My vision turns to black
This will be my downfall
No choleric immunity
I'm eaten inside, the rats against the pot
The flame is lit, eaten until I rot
Deep within the Circles I have found myself
And I can't stand it, pitiful and shameless
No excuse for these actions, no man acts this way
But I continue ever to join the fray
The cauldron boils over
Clenching my jaw until the molars crack
Blinded, I cannot see the light
Drowning, I'm stuck upon the River Styx
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Sycophants
07:41
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The sycophants suckle at the teat of Dear Leader
The Cardinal laughs as we choke on a pittance we are owed
If you want a vision of the future just imagine a boot stomping on a human face forever
The Brownshirts march through my House, their dog whistles so loud
They beg to refund their lives, don't they know we'd be happy to oblige?
The blood of the frothing, stupid
They're not sending their best, they're sending:
Scum
If you want a vision of the future just imagine a boot stomping on a human face forever
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The Amber Crutch
06:46
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Hell is a place I've found myself
Empty nights waiting for time to pass by
Nausea, voided
The room won't stay still
Yellow, swollen
Ever present
Numb, dumb
Falling towards the end
Propped up by the amber crutch
Nausea, voided
The room won't stay still
Yellow, swollen
Ever present
Numb, dumb
Falling towards the end
Propped up by the amber crutch
Man becomes the bottle
Bottle becomes the man
Like father like son
Neither knows when to be done
Nausea, voided
The room won't stay still
Yellow, swollen
Ever present
Numb, dumb
Falling towards the end
Propped up by the amber crutch
Nausea, voided
The room won't stay still
Yellow, swollen
Ever present
Numb, dumb
Falling towards the end
Propped up by the amber crutch
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All the world will be your enemy
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Southern California doom metal.
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