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fated worship I praise a righteous hell Congealed psychic mesh No dignity in death You pray for illumination I settle for the end Nails stretching,
of blankness half complete A marble rolling of the edge of its seat Congealed in a closet some feet beneath Like a mosquito laying under a tree My time in a half
congealed Won't be repealed Dispelled As pallid knock-off Why don't you yield And get your gold chest right outta here? Leave now and disappear quietly Don't
Poison fruit that we yield Ancient bloodline congealed Scattered bloodstained broken glass left where we once kneeled As we blacken the sun We
an emotion feel Concealed in a mind congealed In a box four walls spin out faster lose it grab it pass it Action... This whole world wanna be on my shoulders
There's no innovation, without provocation If it's easy it ain't real The inhalation of my medication Keeps those thoughts nice and congealed I don't have
the most congealed soot will blow away in due time I used to fixate on who was better than me Now I'm better than that, matter of fact everyone's the same
was congealed in cold empty space Through bloated battles Flush my name with violent blood And rechristen me upon dewy flesh. Murder, war or genocide
And the eager pack lift up their pitchers, they carry all they lack The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack And the tickler takes his
And the eager pack lift up their pitchers, they carry all they lack The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack And the tickler takes his
in the hold The man who walked across his heart Who took no compass, guide, or chart To rope and tar his blood congealed when He found himself
reason in the hold The man who walked across his heart Who took no compass, guide or chart To rope and tar his blood congealed When he found his self
in the hold The man who walked across his heart Who took no compass, guide or chart To rope and tar his blood congealed When he found his self
I'm so congested 'cause north, south, east and west Catarrh rests on my chest, congealed and twisted Cough up and shift it But I can feel my lungs
That's now congealed) Oh, baby -- this is a thick muddy mystery (tearing at the pages of our past) Oh, baby -- this is the straight path of history (human
Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals of thousand deeds congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with 'em master Mighty prophets stature shall
brains? How can we show if blood fills our veins? Truth in words is like our blood congealed Words like turds escape but truth is sealed Analysis
Let's see a cancerous mix of young pirates for kicks Signed, C-L-T-B In congealed blood, this is all on the surreal Don't appeal to the side where
you're rotting Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins The beautiful color of your decomposing brain
their pitchers They carry all they lack The liquid has congealed It has seeped out through the crack And the tickler takes his stickleback The carpet
frozen in the fiery sea Are looking at me by their eyes Which congealed in torment… I see your face Through a frosty pattern on glass And the wind speaks
that's congealed It's still outside As you turn in your seat The music's playing And you're on the beat But finally, you're here now You pull up in
The blood upon my hands, congealed and iris dark Stares up at my face with a gaze as deep as Gods A hymn dies in my throat and I feel distant from my
I'm in awe of the power that stereo wields I'm enveloped in the beauty of the stereo field My blood has boiled, my tears have congealed Every note is
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