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Oculi
03:48
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I’ve lived in darkness for so long
And I crave to see the world around me
Oh God, won’t you please open my eyes
The scales did not just fall, I clawed and clawed and peeled off a layer
Then a hint of light shone through and I saw me like trees
I want to see more, but the more I claw the more it bleeds
And the blood, the blood just clouds the lines
Sometimes I’m afraid of what I might see
Maybe the world isn’t as pretty as I dreamed
Maybe there’s safety in the dark
If I don’t see it I don’t have to change
But I know it’s there
I can feel my fingertips sink into the cracks
And the edges split open my skin
Without sight I hide away, lest I wander into danger
With new eyes I would have to learn to walk, to work, to leave safety
I feel safe in the dark
But my thirst for wisdom reminds me I am blind
That I can’t see the light without my eyes
Despite my fear, despite my shame I must regain my sight
As I peel away another layer I realize in disgust
That in my hands there are no scales, but the flesh of my eyelids
Clinched tight for years, I made myself blind
By hiding from the light
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Ventri
04:10
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I stare back into the crowd with fascination
The more I curl my lips the wider their eyes open
Suck in to show every inch of my ribs
And watch their jaws drawn to the floor
Marvel at the dedication of this man
The number on the sign only slightly less than
The bones you can count through my skin
Their weak minds guess just how long they could survive
There’s no limit to my perseverance
I may resolve to never eat again
Gather round and hear my stories
Of fasting and commitment
But little do they know, I do eat
I feast on their praise and admiration
And the taste is much sweeter than any food that’s touched these lips
But now the crowds have thinned like my frail thighs
And I have come to learn the definition of starvation
If the stomach is the way to a man’s heart
I suppose mine is empty
Where are you now?
Have you grown bored by the lengths
A man may go to prove his righteousness or at least his pride?
No longer amused by my prayers
The way I rejoice in this hunger
How I’ve grown to miss those stares
Unsure if I fool myself anymore
Man cannot live on pride alone
With no bread a body feeds on itself
Man cannot live on pride alone
Muscles soften and stomach atrophies
Left ignored and unfed I must search for a new source of nutrition
Tonight I learn to dine on humility
A bitter, sweet taste but so fulfilling
Now I’ve finally discovered what it truly means to be fed
Forgive me everything
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Dente
03:50
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I’ve tasted flesh, warm in my mouth
But these darn fangs are stuck now
Just like the bee, stinger torn out
I pull and pull til teeth uproot
Hate wells up in me and I’ll soon be drowning
Lungs filled with blood my mind has shed
If you live by the sword you’ll die by the sword
And these blades in my mouth keep tearing and tearing
Just a matter of time til my own skin’s splitting
These words call for war and that’s what they’ll get
And suffer the violence that violence begets
Just like the bee, stinger torn out
I pull and pull til teeth uproot
Torn from my mouth
And as I bleed out
I regret all the words that once poured out
Hate creates conflict and conflict more hate
A spreading disease to seal our fate
Blunt white blades waiting behind crimson curtains
Like swords asleep in their sheaths
Waiting to draw blood
Let not my words be used as weapons
Stop my mind from breeding the disease that is hate
Open my heart to house those that mock me
Let me put violence aside and seek something greater than lust for destruction
So tame my tongue and sheath these teeth
And let love conquer hate
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4. |
Auribus
05:42
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Walking the same dark alley, this with conviction
Eyes set straight on the street lights ahead
With the blinders built by experience
My ears stopped by sobriety
Lessons learned from my mistakes
Make my legs move me past distraction
Will to power perseverance, push past to the pavement on the other side
Ghosts go up in smoke
With the fire of a new day’s sun
They can’t haunt me anymore
I can see straight through them now
Recognize they’re just shadows of what has passed
But a familiar voice with familiar words
Reminds me of forgotten fantasy
Caught between the cold brick and that dark pit
I choose to fight
(Come back my old friend)
You’re wrong the old me is dead
Starved by sleepless nights of withdrawal
It only takes the right word, the right phrase, the right price to put me back in the gutter
Stop my ears or chop them off
Bind me and drag me back home
This voyage was doomed by the course I set
And my sails full of holes
She calls to me and offers escape
Not from this alley but this world
A tempting offer to give up the fight
To give up life and just sleep
Shortcuts waste time if you don’t come out alive
Does the fly rely on its strength when facing the web of a spider?
I was wrong the old me’s not dead
He was sleeping just below the surface
Waiting for her to tell him to awake
And I’m the fool who walked back into her web
So now she’ll feed on my flesh
Staring at the clouds from my concrete casket
I realize now I should have taken the long way home
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Metastasis
03:37
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Didn’t need a doctor
Didn’t need your diagnosis
I can feel it in me
The dark mass that’s been forming
Now you say it’s spreading
Turning my blood into black venom
I should’ve seen this coming
Never thought I’d let it get so out of hand
But now I slow my breath
Knowing every single heart beat
Pumps poison through my veins
Straight towards my heart and brain
Fill my lungs with air to flush out the smoke
Let the oxygen push out the toxins
But it’s already latched onto me tight
It’s too late the disease is consuming me
Didn’t think a simple mistake would lead to infection
Never though such a small habit would grow
Grow legs and drag me to the grave
I know that I should amputate
Cut off the hand that holds tight to death
But I’m afraid if we cut it all away there will be nothing left
Am I the cancer?
Even my veins have turned against me smuggling death through their canals
Arteries conspiring, becoming conduits of cancer
Is there anything left in me that isn’t a total failure?
Am I the cancer?
Oh God I’m ready to cut it off and leave it all behind
Like withered limbs constricting life
I saw them off and at your feet I lay them down
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To Die Elsewhere Salem, Oregon
A metalcore trio from Salem, OR writing honest songs encouraging others to look inward to affect outward change.
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