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Death Drive
01:05
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We will forever be extinguished,
And paradise is far behind.
Sealed by the hidden hand of God,
A deity that wants to die.
And if you're lost,
As surely you'll be,
Don't bother asking for relief
Or begging clarity.
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Infiltrator
01:19
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The scene, infiltrated.
Let me reveal the culprit.
White skin, white mask.
A regular iconoclast.
Inbred, steeped in
Concepts violent, malign.
You're proud, and how.
Web-footed animal.
Bigoted bile and bluster.
A living, breathing, human blunder.
You are not safe.
This is not your home, racist.
Infiltrator.
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Ante-Mortem
00:42
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Wait 'til the mantras mutate in your mouth.
Throttle you rib-cage and smother your doubt.
Wrest you of rhythm, illusory zen.
Will you be happy then...
Nothing short of the threat of violence
Could ever trounce your pride.
When the lions are at your gate,
Only then will you capitulate.
Ancient contortions.
Ante-mortem,
Pride precedes your fall.
We are wretches all.
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Undoing
00:44
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Your gestation.
Annihilation.
Conscious disintegration.
For what was all this hurt?
No justice, no mercy.
The plight of your body.
And they've run out of room at the table divine.
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Reptilian
02:33
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Machinist
00:52
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All the means of feeling,
Yet withheld from human meaning.
You normalize death by denying their lives.
By what right do you deny their interests,
While feeding on their flesh.
Answer me, machinist.
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Vanisher
01:06
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A subject of formless thoughts,
Of vanishing timelines and fictions.
We've never been, and we'll never be,
Able to see how ceaseless, repetitive, and mindless
This all is.
Painted puppet, sworn to a lie.
Dreaming, dying, endless night.
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Psychogenesis
01:14
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Torn from the teat of creation,
Pining fingers pinched spitefully.
We awoke face-down in derangement.
Simple and sensory, it used to be.
Swallowed whole in dark delusion,
Savage squatters trembling.
Naked flames snake, seer, and comfort,
Shine on faces never seen.
No longer void,
But estranged from kith and kin.
This shouldn't be.
Psychogenesis.
Adaptation forged the blade
With which we disembowel ourselves.
Life had overshot its target,
Paralyzing its own child.
Psychogenesis.
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Mercy
01:18
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What lurks in outer space,
Crawling out from the abyss,
Desperate to sink this ship.
And we've done well to avert its gaze,
And shuffle blindly in meek disgrace.
Until we're faced with human frailty.
May it be kind.
May it be swift.
May it show mercy on me.
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Bottom Feeder is a four-piece powerviolence band from Cape Town, South Africa.
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