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Before you is the example of near end of existence
GrandGoth
A deity of his temple only
Grandgoth
A sore with the fumes of puss & blood
Never

My girl she Queen of the Swords
She meaner than Hell for the sport
But I endure it in hopes of rewards
I'm lucky to be her consort
Huh, what
Just

Uhh yea
Aye, yo Seeva
Vintage on the track

She got that Shakti with pure force I smile back that pure source I praise that my consort I raise that

I cut it off and replaced it with shrapnel
It was soft, now im solid when I straddle
Look and cough, turn around I got the paddle
lubricant gun oil

or even that time we tried

Sat there with silver spoons and old cartoons on turned our skin to rind
And served as a distraction to all the help that we

Graceful consort! At thy side softly fly the golden hours. Ev'ry moment brings new rapture ev'ry care is lull'd to rest. 

Spouse adored! At thy side

they consort
It's my board
Like Dennis I rob men
Unless they come find me
A menace, no comment
A tenant in ya mind
You defend from behind
And I jump back

to consort the clips
Then slow down like a man named Morpheus

You run around like you a big pretender
Gun pointed straight, with no surrender
Absorb

I don't work for the company I'm the enemy, lost my sanity
Bitch, live my fantasy
Write my poetry about to guarantee
You jealous, with the jealousy

Rise heart; thy Lord is risen.
Sing his praise
Without delays
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him may’st rise;
That, as his death

Aryanisms

Napalm Death

Utopia Banished [Bonus Tracks]

1992

of a perfect world?
Where all desire to consort
Is perceived as contagious disease

Keeping each to their own
Where social bonding is taboo
Keeping each to their

there’s peaceful people knocking teeth
As policy, we greet the lost-at-sea with boxes, locks, and keys
And Manus stands a rocky monument to mob hypocrisy

them in me?

All you bright middle-aged things
Attending your sons and daughters
Spare a thought for me out here with the kids
To hell with your bricks

Well he was tough as nails
With a hard part on the left
Was a deacon for a minute outside of New Orleans
He worked on the rails
Then in an office

the queen died peacefully
At Balmoral this afternoon
The king and queen consort
Will remain at Balmoral this evening
And will return to london-

What?
What?

it's over

With his dead sighs
All over my highs
I wanted to tell you good

Bye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
There's no question for the alchemy in my
In my

feature,
c friend a lover and consort,
Diss this savory, sweet, deep dish and we'll fuckin eat ya.
You tell me Danny I wasn't really feeling it,
You're just

she's my teammate
My consort ride or die partner
We get up every morning
And it's thanks that we offer
Can your spouse be your homey
And never leave you

pleasures on tap. 
And yet worst she was capable of matching depravity.
Her name was Savannah, but I called her Hannah.
She scared me to death with her

dancing round
A fucking Christmas tree
Cough up another excuse from the chest of deceit
It's not just Santa with the sack
Fuck that bitch crying on the tele

the same
Bet you didn't count on me
To wake and rise from the grave
My lover and my consort
She stayed by my side
An adept from the depths
She gave me a new

take your hand and here you stay.

Enter, carnal blasphemy.
To be one with my queen.

My wings flourish around me.
I take my first flight, ascend this

smart enough don't need I or P from Mentats
I'm an artist a whole monger
No longer a some rando spitting some random bonkers
I'm on fire with kerosine

Thankyou (For Loving Me at My Worst)

The Whitlams

Love This City

1999

[Chorus]

All you bright middle-aged things
Attending your sons and daughters
Spare a thought for me out here with the kids
To hell with your bricks