1.Born In Vein
We have tried lay them to rest we contort and hang them from
their tines.
Inject these lines with absolution.
Constrict and contrive as to derive that it's a sure bleed out,
in hopes of reaction.
Inward, replace and collide as the warm runs cold and collected
Few held all that are bound to us
It's a sure bleed out just to get some reaction.
From the beginning we knew we were through.
From the beginning we knew we'd be thrown to the wolves,
And there would be where our own abandonment issues would be
sorted out and put to use.
2.All The Wretched
As it pours now in from a past, I can attest to the rapport of
we recall
In awkward exchange if at your best and what we would call an
ideal beyond us now
But what was the reason？
And as we churn to writhe and wallow and twist into grins,
All vacant shells of expectations grown barren and thin
And some have known and dragged for some years burned in skin
As eyes have dulled as the satisfactions are laid to rest.
I don't want to die in bed.
I want to go out the way we came in,
Kicking and screaming.
If everybody lies and no one is listening
Then why are we the exception？
3.Finger To The Pulse
Assembled with these black tongues lashing contract and expand
As it courses through their veins watch them erase
Watch them erode writhing in some loss of control.
In a sway of their own rhythm to yearn in their lull of concern
and onward
As they sink in their haste subside in content derived from a
thirst shallow.
Theirs as a harmless reflex perspective in our eyes to fall far
from intent or conviction
Disassemble to burn at the excess tied tight to these words of
conviction
New born trails from their teeth falls where it starts bitter.
4.Suffering From
In the direction of the blood that runs from a fresh cut throat,
we run down.
From the perspective of a dead man's eyes staring up at dead men
walking tall.
We face up to look down.
We breathe out just to hear something else.
There's a connection like a mid-air collision makes a point to
kiss each other goodbye.
By the looks on your faces, I bet you've never seen blood run
this thin and cold.
It goes down like ocean water breathed into the lungs, like
glass swallowed and spit up.
5.A Sad State In Affairs
Inevitable and blatant allure contained in our realm,
A degradation sees us subside.
Singled out, rest assured, for these changes assimilate for
become obscure.
Lack of integration removed from ours, as we stray afar
Disintegration as it comes apart with no chance of redemption
I've carpet-bombed your city a thousand times in my mind,
I've back peddled even more,
I've laughed so hard I've pissed myself
Laughing with these wars we fight that will never be ours.
Let's yawn with our mouths closed.
Let's be as clear as the oceans at night.
Let the snow take the effect where it muffles our sound.
Let the fever-induced dreams be a personal attack on a walking
corpse on ice,
with no strings attached.
6.Of Misery And Toil
At its core insincere,
Comes close but not to touch.
An obligation to deform.
And we were warned and in our own reaction,
Tied now to this push.
Martyrs to no cause.
Our direction not to follow.
It's some sensory misperception.
As it feeds in the shallows.
Heavy of our tongue lay these words onto you, and it's obvious：
It's nothing but sound.
We push and we pull,
And if we don't get away or we just can't get enough,
We'll burn this all to the ground.
7.In Rapid Succession
It drives us from our path and suffocates
as we are gnashing teeth into the arms that press us down.
We try to recourse, redirect before we are run into the ground.
But it tears at our limbs as we breathe the disease that is our
all.
We have tried to untie but misled.
Reduced to sink into the coarse our heads filled with last
lights encore
Eyes turned over as we have but run into the ground
Drive down a fix to a burden we have bore
Delve deep, it has it has a grasp that tightens as we grow.
We've got the purpose of a vestigial organism at best,
while you've got the tact of a cinder block.
With the honesty of a bleached out blood stain,
we're as bloodless as limbless mannequins.
We all make a mark, like undetected accelerants,
like last week's obituaries.
8.The Just And The Submission
This admiration inspired by the wicked,
from the blood of the lonely and their closest closet.
Closest outed outrage
Guilt, guided, guilty, guided
Coming from a heart disgusted by the ironic
Plagued by obscenities plagued by hoarse laughter
Bound and bled wander around these ideas of imperfections.
The just and the submission.
Alienated by the callous
Violated by these lunatic strangers
Dissecting glamour, obedience, and the all-encompassed self.
9.A Shortness Of Breath
Innate submission, supplied for attraction, as lines are to
form.
Only to bury and dilute this all.
And as it thickens by the moment until the crest in lust,
control until arrest.
Into remission, some heart of this passion,
Left here to linger teeming in masses and hoards of white washed
notes
Searing perception, disregard for discretion.
We are the fodder, disposed, in our youth we are getting old.
Derived from us, in it we all drown.
Without warning it will wake you from your deepest of sleep,
Where you'll be awakened from these decade long nightmares face
to face
With the main objectives that were once ulterior motives.
There's an absence of breathing room whilst waking up screaming
through
The shortness of breath.
10.The Other Side Of The Pendulum
It's veiled now in our patience
It's kindled in remorse
Failed as we have become what we loathe.
The unrest is our patience,
It's withered to the core.
Fain into this squalor and agitation, it's where we rove.
It's veiled now in your patience
It's nothing but remorse
Failed as we have become and the realization
We are what we loathe.
My condolences, I'm on the other side of the pendulum
Dug up skeletal remains harvest more life than this.
I'm on the other side of the pendulum
Trusted like sleeping wasps haunted like sleeping cops
We're in the middle of a mob that's dead asleep.
Our own dead celebrities are louder than senators.
It's as effective as bleach white teeth with bloodied gums.
11.Nothing But Teeth
Air pierced in the lungs in sordid sums of endless tries,
Too dire is this to unwrite
Sunk in to a breath that dell short with these kindred ties
Desire withered to the bone
And bore through unrest inertia forced undo／connect
Skies turn endless across these tracks
As eyes dive into such lengths that stretch across this void,
Perplexed and common to these years
And punctured through the teeth
These trickled words fall on their own,
Oblivious they'll be untold.
Wilting in these ill past perceptions,
Debilitate and concede to being immersed in this vulgar
validation
Only to be left breathless and forlorn.
With hallow-point bullets made for teeth,
Let it shoot into me,
Pronounce it dead at the scene.
Do what you will, but don't stock me in the belly of a well-lit
mausoleum for yourself.
And for what it's worth these inward skies stagger and subside.
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