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Prophet of Peace
02:42
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The prophet of Peace
Bury your dreams
This offering of Peace
Equivalent to suffering
Of furthest hope
Of furthest reach
The prophet of Peace
Prophet of progress
Cross of conquest
Show them, show them, show them where to drop
Their faces, their faces, their faces all around
Running, running, trudge against the guilt
Running, running, proverbial trap
REACH
Orient the drones
Spatio-temporal landmarks
Map it out
The intimacy & home combat
Dance on the parallels
Show them, show them, show them where to drop
Their faces, their faces, their faces all around
Running, running, running to the front line
Running, running, proverbial trap
REACH
Reach, reaching for sanctity
Determine orientation, orient the drones
Their seeking in heat
Show them where to drop, where to kill
Heat seeking policing
Reach, reach, reaching for sanity
Reach, reach, reaching for sanctity
Reach, reach, reaching for sanity
Running, running, running all around
Their faces, their faces, their faces all around
Running, reaching, trudging, pulling, running, running……
REACH
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2. |
Rendered Ghosts
01:43
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Absurd dance
Jet through the ruins
Clawing at the social fabric
Erasing lived experience
Future deaths in present
Mechanism of debt
To military control, occupation, expropriation of the mind
Cybernetic control
Autonomous appliance
Directs the abuse
Walking down the street, holding you
Wistful in desperate thought
Algorithmic chaos
The mathmatic control
Disperse
Reality of design, of designed peace
Clear all future
Play to the loop of non-existence
With hints of the past
Grief left on a distant plane
To become the superior product
Superior producer
Rendered ghosts
Your own rendering pixelated to dust, dust, dust…..
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3. |
Conscious Raising
02:26
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Tempted the ruins of your mind
Fresh in childhood
Injecting false hope
Raising consciousness
Speaking bitterness
For a glance at…
Peace of mind
For a glance at peace of mind
Passing by the mirror
of hopeful deceit
Passing by the mirror
of the manifestation of the inner most shame
Reach for prowess
The backs of the mind
To alter the sanctity of birth
For their research
For your joy
For your shot at bliss
Sitting idle in the gazebo
Spitting shit
Collective yearn for self expression
Devoid of ideas
Pro forma
the brotherhood
Clumsy torrent of words
Linguistic teeth
Consciousness raising
Speaking bitterness
Purge regroup
Purge regroup
For all the bodies of pain
To step outside
and feel acidic heat
Let them penetrate
Fog overtakes
Does it go beyond their pleasure? as they penetrate?
Sending off signals
Instant commodification
The closest taste of peace is the death of autonomy
Stalk movement in personal delude oneself
How to stay forever young, forever children
In hot mesh and chains and polish bite
Failure of childhood
Give the vow, give up the right
Movement turns just to symptom
The personal peace wins and outweighs
Biology a trick to entrap you
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4. |
Femme is Fatal
01:49
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Femme is fatal
A fatal wound
Take on the artifact
Drink it’s piss
Take up the artifice
Transcend to bliss
The illustrious cage
Pull up the veil
Wear the cross around your neck
Take the body, reach for it all
Heave it to the heavens now
Feel its kiss
When you’ve taken the whip
You end in chains
on display
Accessory
Accessorizing the high order
Femme is your fatality
Your fatal wound
Destined to serve, the spirit reeks
Nothing to release
Orgasmic glee
Destined to serve, the spirit reeks
Nothing to release
Orgasmic glee
Performative grief
Destined to serve, the spirit reeks
Nothing to release
Orgasmic glee
What do you see?
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5. |
Duality of Love
01:39
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All different forms of hell
When will you take its form
Desire the power to nestle up to it
and put it all to sleep
Transcend agony
Transcend creatively
Flash your gun at me
Wistfully
Two planes collide
Galactically
Soften me to a burst
Flash your gun at me
Going out while taking many down
Can it smirk? Can I take any power from it?
Lifeless but maybe able to transcend
Maximum security
Paramilitary
The spirituality
Creating this duality, this reality
I want death
In the threshold of hell
profound darkness
of love
What can love mean
If only meant to control
To propel desires into others
the deepest care
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6. |
Spies For Personal Peace
03:46
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Take pleasure and take hold
Energy to the other
Gifts to the order
Take pleasure and take hold
Take pleasure and take hold
What contains you and what destroys you
Once it leaves your eyes
Takes pleasure to a disguise
Mutual aid of discontent
Wrapping the body in the hell fire tent
Is this what we’re all meant for?
Meant to live for fear of embarrassment
Scream out to hear
Tear yourself down
Tear it down
Spiritual resignation
Ritual
Ritualizing
Tout what you’ve taken
Tour what you’ve learned
You’re trapped
Proverbial trap
Hunger feeds the flight
Need to leave the body so bad so urgently
1,000 sufferings for one ounce of joy
Only one gets to feel it
Die to not borrow
Not borrow from waste
Ritualizing
Ritual
Ritualizing
Spiritual resignation
Spiritual resignation
Ritual
Ritualizing
Take from the movement
Make it your comfort
Make it your capital
Subvert the noise to relatability
All for personal peace
Spies for Personal Peace
Staged distraught, staged happenings
The ritual viel
Lifted in the happenings
Of the spies for Peace
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7. |
Baptized & Blessed
02:44
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Season with napalm gas
Running through the jungle
If it comes at their hands
It “isn’t violence”
The veil so obvious so bittersweet
Place in the figurehead
Absolve of violent doing
Now is treason
Everyone around you is the enemy
Sift through the gas
Coughing spitting up blood
When the veil is lifted it’s too late and you are already dead
Use the phallus taken to strike
Wrung around the neck of the body
Gassed
Gassed communism
Jokes on you
Death all around
Mine the bodies
Baptized and blessed
Nothing to criticize
The factorial blast
Fought for sanctity
He and he is risen
Ascend the body up
Ascending, ascending
Bathed in trauma
Moist forever
Lick the cum
It will be done
Stroke the cross
Staged on earth
They used your body to ascend to heaven
Hallowed, hallowed
Consecrated
Consecrated metaphysical space
The capital aura
Consecrated
Consecrated media ground
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Desires of Pain
Put on their likeness
Breathe in the unfamiliar scent
Descent into battle
Guns over shoulder
Running, running, inflatable tanks
Presence procured
The real pain of guilt cured
In the militia, malicious doubt
In the militia, malicious doubt
Stay in the campaign
Eat the rations of clout
Taken from their bodies so ravenously
Anxiously, you sit, in your own meditation
Can’t listen long enough for any kind of liberation
Take from their bodies, take from their minds
Take from their bodies, take from their minds
The hides of violence stored
But taken out when their presence pays
Put on their likeness
Put on the pain
Put on their likeness
Put on the pain
Put on their likeness
Put on the pain
The desire to suffer
With territory to gain
Your camouflage gives you away
Endure the torture for your troops, for your country
Endure the physicality of pain, for the abstract
It will make you good
It will make you into a bountiful desire
A body of desire
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9. |
House of Relics
01:43
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Not knowing what it’s like to get old
But to open the door to the stranger
and find that the stranger did indeed have the knife
You can be poisoned
By the cyanide in the stone
Can’t believe
Cannot believe
You are going to heaven in your own body
The movement is over but you’ve moved into a house of its relics
Relish in the danger you’ll never once see
Except when it’s staring you back
but you are shielded beyond belief
Shielded beyond belief
Go for the panic
Go for the art
Go for the metaphor they’ll never be able to see
Go for the enlightenment you are entitled to reach
Measure the decoy up to your neck
Don’t get distracted, stay the focus
Unnecessary grab
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Deepest dive
Deepest thought
Deepest transcendence
Deepest thought
Only to be intercepted
Caught by the enemy
The possibility of transcendence or spiritual gain?
Or connection?
Just going to find the veiled
Enemy or their own transcendence in space
and not something only connected to you?
Your own soul?
Can you love it?
Can you eat it?
Can you reproduce it?
Spiritual contact
Connected to only to the other beings on different planes
Ascending, ascending
Injecting their control
Ascending, ascending
Injecting their control
No longer able to decipher the ways of pain
To force it in
So far to be as isolated as possible
In the furthest depth, the furthest reach
The only way to be outside of it
To escape
Ascending, ascending
Injecting their control
Ascending, ascending
Injecting their control
Let them take the body
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11. |
Male Kinship
03:31
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Male kinship
An understanding of our lord Shit
Male ambivalence
Impressive lick
Female carving
Carving out a similar theme
Impressive niche
Depressive itch
Gender anxiety over failure of a distance
Place in time given by the scientists
No ownership over peace of mind
Mine of inclusion
Intrusive bite
You must deliver all for all to know
Tasteless might
Might suit you better
Suit you for soldier
Suit you for battle
The explosive rattle
The minor hits
Life begins in the baptismal piss
It all adds up
It all adds up
To a deafening blitz
Defining bliss
To know power when it graces over the hand
But will all suffer?
Can this mutation initiate power?
Do you have your automatic weapon?
The martial contract of science and transcendence
You’ll never know it
It all adds up
Journey of all
Journey of old
Journey of assault
Watch and it will become clear
You won’t know who killed you
But you’ll have felt their kiss
Tongue down your mouth
Moisture drips into your intellect
Straight mystery
It’s painted into the walls
Straight to the pathway
at least it has a point
Little deceit
Hounding defeat
What is there is to feel
Is not smart to be
It all adds up
Men in the bunkers
Controlling the algorithms
Perverse
Fucking each other
Veiled from sin
Keeping sanctity
If no one can see
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