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metamorphosis I: crawling, slipping, failing
waking up, my claws in blood
reminding me of each attempt
to escape this hell
or at least climb up the wall
high enough to hang from it
upside down from the ceiling
maybe then I would be healing
or at least stop all these feelings
but I fell
wall’s to soft
I’m slipping off of
everything that I try
to touch
or love
try to touch
or hold or love
how can it be
it’s me who feels to weak
when it’s me that now makes
everything seem so fragile
that I touch
or hold or desire
touch
or hold
or desire
can’t control
my desire
for violence
these claws used to be hands
willing and able to gently touch
willing and to hold and love so much
used to be so soft but
not strong enough to
carry myself
I don’t think you can
keep holding me
I don’t think you can
don’t carry me
I don’t think you can
keep holding me, holding me
no
I don’t think you can
don’t carry me, carry me
no
no
I don’t think you can
please bury me, bury me
no
I don’t think you can
please bury me, bury me
no
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humming/dissociate
00:40
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hellfire kisses the rays of light
annihilate the subjective corpus
physicality numbed by the kiss of the bright
last humming, droning shocks of white
climax into apathetic frenzy
no impulse control
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now that I’ve grown claws
to sharp to hold anything
that I need or love
now that I’ve grown so bitter
each drop of my spit
has turned
to venom
now that I’m hungry
for things that aren’t
anything like me
I feel I should try
giving in to that hunger
and use my claws
to make me feel better
crawling up and down my walls
(upside down)
so at least something is changing
(maybe then)
my spit will drool out on it’s own
getting rid of everything ugly
that’s flooding my veins
where I used to be at home
it’s ugly
my home
my home
it’s ugly
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Won't let you break me
Keep on pressuring
Won't let you blame me
Keep on pressuring
Give me a break
I want to heal
But you won't let me
Give me a break
Still licking my wounds
Still weeping in pain
This war against me will never stop
Still licking my wounds
While you keep stabbing me
Give me a break
I want to heal
But you won't let me
Give me a break
I need a break
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hyperreal
01:15
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corporate demon morality
automated fever dreams
be thy witness be my disease
cloaked in pain and cruelty
divine light served
hope eradicated
transversing the grid of death
rebirthed consuming my own flesh
my own flesh
automated weaponry
until death will never set us free
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6. |
shadow dancers
03:58
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daylight yields doom
chased away to dance between shadows
naked and vulnerable
haunted surrounded exposed
no more thoughts safe or sacred
all the bodies numb and naked
ignorant brightness
crawling among us
crushing our aching souls
no more thoughts safe or sacred
all the bodies numb and naked
it’s you it’s you it’s you it’s you it’s you it’s you it’s you it’s you
no room for secret whispers
it’s insanity
excessive light it burns the eyes
paranoia, paranoia
no room for secret whispers
it’s insanity
abundant light it breaks my mind
paranoia, paranoia
paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia, paranoia paranoia,
paranoia
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Room 11 Records Dortmund, Germany
Record Label based in Dortmund, Germany.
WRONG SELECTOR:
Grindcore, Powerviolence, Blastbeats
GUTTER INC:
Post-Punk, Industrial, Doom
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