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Molt
03:04
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Once I molt, I won’t come back
Tearing away from the flesh that failed and bound me
Once I’m free, I won’t crawl back
Gnaw on the old skin for a taste of what was, of what won’t return
Once I molt, I won’t come back
Rejoice in the end of this hopeless charade
Once I’m free I’ll disappear
Leader of my one man parade
Blister and peel
Tear and discard
Rise and rebirth
Never look back
Once I molt, I won’t come back
I won’t crawl back
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2. |
Map Burner
02:01
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Uncultured, aimless drone
Setting your sights too high
Lost to the unknown
Map burner
Page unturned
The cyclical nature of a dead soul
Blind to the pulse of a human desire
Map burner
Page unturned
Blackout brain, numb to the pain, left to decompose
There’s a void in your eyes
There’s a hole in your head
Patch up the skin but it caves in again
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Ritual
01:46
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Burdens bestowed become what we own
The patterns on our skin and bones
It’s not about what you believe or what you see
Nature consumes what it pleases
Forced to suffer
Pinned to the gears
Fear, pain, unto death
Ritual
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Glass Dream
02:29
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Like walking on thin ice
One wrong step, it all cracks
I built this skyscraper in my head
A tower of me on the verge of collapse
Like the breath of a wolf
One big huff, it all blows down
I see this world when I sleep
Free from disease
And when I wake I heard the sound
Glass dream shatters
It was never real
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Abyssal Maw
03:08
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Fortune of sin
I can’t believe all the cold skin when my back is turned
Born to believe good intentions bring reward
I’ve picked the fool’s gold more times than I can count
Paid back with pain, cash in the bank, rich with misery
Souls made to bleed
Hate sows the seed
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Weak Foals
03:12
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The teeth of the machine makes meat of us all
The noose, offered loose at birth, tightens with each passing year
The hands clasp our throats, fingers dig deep to insert the pain that anchors us
Tethered souls, desperate for release
How I wish we could remain just weak foals roaming
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Imposter
02:02
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How soon until the act of pretending becomes something real
When will I move like the strangers around me
Prying eyes will see the cracks
My reflection is foreign, what stares back is not me
An apparition veiled in flesh, wandering a plane of purgatory
Imposter, in disbelief, from what I see gazing back at me
Usurper, in stark contrast, pale reflection, can’t be unseen
Take heed, this haunting
Leaves a bitter taste
I will destroy this or myself
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Kusozu
Dark melodic hardcore from New England.
Debut EP "Weak Foals Roaming" available now!
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