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prologue: dream diary
01:19
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Money shot while hitting the
Idiosyncratic g-spot, a lost cause
This loss becomes a crutch
No amount of pills
Or therapy can tame my thoughts
Our ties become degaussed
If I walk
Off the edge
Of this Parking garage
Perhaps time will stop
Maybe time will stop
Unfortunately I’ve found
A coward could never take the cowards way out
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.jpeg from jesus
00:38
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Intake of air with a collapsed lung
One last breath, a last wish
The day stretched, a warrior stance
It’s aura is the color
of a hangover, piss
We were left to
Our own devices but
This shit is broken
Help me help you
To reset your locale
But you’re choking
On the bitterness
Better off I guess
Standing off
Aggressively we coalesce
Fade to consciousness
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Bow before me
A king in hospital gowns
The righteous abhor me
The rest fear my crown
The walls are encroaching
The tile seems to foam at the mouth
Tying bedsheets together
From third story window descends
A vagrant escapes
To see the means to an end
I forget why I was here to begin with
Nothing stands between me and
That which lies ahead
A path that ends upon my throne
To rule over the filth of this land
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occam’s razor scooter
02:18
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crawling alone. longing, encased
bring forth the dark in the shade
suffer the grey, all that decays
you were so hollow the storm came
and swept you away
numb, still felt every nuance
distorted reality in your wake
and I hope someday I can do the same
I’ll find a way in time
the seed of a thought was planted
grew into twisted vines of obsession
losing grip with fragile hands
descending into the abyss
wearing dread again today
clinging to the idea I could shake my shadow
I want your eyes pale and I’m haunted again
thousand yard stare with a one meter glare
and a metric shit ton of burden.
you didn’t bring news, you summoned doom
bound to your ulterior motives
suffocate on selfishness
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I’ve got the signal of a dropped call
Dropping pins sound like gunshots
Severed from the senses
Head in space, dissociate
If apathy could find the means to decay
The vile steps towards headway could finally be made
To erase a snake from the earth’s face
I’ll do what it takes
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Bloodshed, it’s come to this
The guilt is all consuming
Perhaps I shouldn’t fret
The gods still haven’t ever shed a tear for
the woes caused by their hands
Called homicide hotline
To get a cleanup crew for this mess
That we call existence
Didn’t really plan your death but
I don’t really think you will be missed
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An empty space, void of a life that held its place
A semblance awaits, somewhere out there to claim your face
Fucked up on DMT and lost in a daze
And if I separate my consciousness from its cage
Then I’ll awake to fade through boundless temporal planes
A formless state in which to gain a surrogate
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The signals incoming, the vacuum releases its hold
Phase into a brave new world unlike anything that I’ve know
Into the fold suffer alone
Don’t indulge the vindicator
Hard pass on this one
Simple as flipping a page
Existential shopping spree
Finally found one that fits the bill
Perfect vessel to have my fill
Conduit to home but at least I won’t suffer all alone
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Clawed my way back home through the shifting ions born
New beginnings turning the lights off
Hold on, fucked up
New beginnings turning the lights on
I can’t find my phone
Filter it all out
Come and see what’s come to be
The silence can’t be held
Take upon myself to force hell upon someone else
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Metaphors for love slicing through the
Hearts of ones beloved, summoning the horde
Unbeknownst to me
Thoughts are never free
Living in my fantasy
All gas no brakes, self been displaced
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The powers that be, they came in droves
To seek retribution for lives unknown
Breaking the fourth wall, your violence is something to behold-
Simplify the frost lines that you drew, the fringes of cold is where I roam
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Fuck, a total failure
Fucked from the womb
Spending all your days
Wallow in your tomb
The costs are too great to refuse
Mistook for validated sorrow
I can’t mend the pain
Curses placed upon your head
Plagued with bad luck
Always going through some shit
Always fucked up
The void that’s born enveloped the same
Sifting through the preciously deplorable remains
Grind to a halt the scars infiltrate
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captain daddy basket
01:27
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Got a fucking smoker’s cough
Harder than a throbbing cock
I swallowed, but I didn’t stop
I’m so enthralled
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention
I don’t fucking care at all, bitch
I’m a fucking basket case
Shaman of forgotten ways
I brush my teeth with razor blades
I like the pain
Holy fuck, are you on drugs?
No, I just haven’t slept in days, bitch
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This symbiotic failure’s taken its toll
Phased out from the ball and chain a long time ago
Though you showed me a display of power so great
Manipulating fear and fate, your darkness will surely grow
Beyond the bounds of this two bedroom apartment
And swallow the earth whole
I’ll take responsibility where it’s due
But it’s time to go
You’re just the shadow of a former love with a dark reflection
I’m just a borderline personality fuckwad with bad intentions
A match made in heaven
But heaven’s a lie, as you know
And hell becomes this home sweet home
All this just for a warm body to hold
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super jizzlord unleashed
00:51
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Should have settled for less
But the grass is always greener I guess
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Harmless keeping surface insight
Darkness bleeding into the twilight
Silence breathing into this still life
Never ceasing, a scattered mind’s eye
You said that you’re going into heavenly dawn
A phrase that I’d never known until now
I’ll probably die before I figure it out
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COULDCARELESS IS THE BEDROOM GRINDCORE PROJECT OF INTER-DIMENSIONAL ANOMALY, NUB, AND HIS MINION,
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