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Pederasty
02:38
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Trying to understand
What happened back then
What was I supposed to do?
You ask me, “was I abused?”
“No,” I say, “Not at all.”
Boldface lie, the bruises dissolve
Disgusting hands against my skin
That six year old boy exposed to Sin
Don’t know where to go
Don’t know what to do
My whole life
What the fuck is true?
I want this out of my head
I want the memory fucking dead
I want this out of my head
I need this memory dead
But every time I close my eyes, I see his eyes staring me down. I see his lips quivering. I see his hands reaching.
I thirst for it
Hold me down
Bind my hands and feet
This is how I find meaning
Hit me. Hit me motherfucker. Fucking touch me. Don't fucking touch me.
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Repent
01:15
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Flags draped around the Crucifix like the Jesus of Nazareth is some American Patriot
Sanctified by the Pledge of allegiance:
“God let our troops be victorious!”
Fools, Thieves
No difference to me
Girls, Boys
Dead in the street
Stomach is bloated
Boney and Sick
Starving, dying
Covered in piss
Fiery judgement on those who send men to die
Wrath and destruction on any rifle holding life
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Funeral Grief
01:33
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Dismal array of corpses
Bodies twisted as one
Trenches and foxholes know this
Story of Dead Loved Ones
(it's our) Funeral Grief Song
I can't take the bullets
I can't take the death
I can't take the gunshots
The sound is making me deaf
I can't take anymore _______.
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4. |
Beyond the Pale
00:42
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5. |
Unauthorized
01:49
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Call me what you want
It won't change a thing
Every single word adds to your self made identity
Negotiate, slavery, or tyranny is your only choice
You want to be my slave master and restrict my voice
And I feel your hand close the cage
You fucking bitch
You sell yourself out to all your peers
You fucking whore
What is left in my heart and my mind; it sickens me
I feel your hand across my throat
The more I think the less I breathe
Thought control in my mind
Thought control in my life.
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The Kingdom of Heaven
05:44
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Taste the sweet fruit/skin
Is that a dove?
No, it’s a hawk
Embarrassed of your skin
You hide among the mice and thieves
And the saloon down past the interstate is full of people just like me
We crossed the line
It was there now it’s here
We crossed the line again
We’re embarrassed of our skin
Run away now
Sickness wrapped in guilt
We studied the plan we know it well
Grace wrapped in selfishness
Selflessness, a curse among us
I see the birds fly
I see them sweep down low
Like a flood
(No lines to cross, it all flows)
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