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Bleed For Me
03:24
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Take my hand, follow me. I can show you all there is to see, make you who you want to be. I can open the door to infinity. Lose your sense of yourself, we will keep you in good health: follow my rules, hold your faith. Close your eyes, leaving this place.
I am the Way, I shepherd the flock, bleed for me.
Gift of a third eye to look within, reveal and renounce original sin. No shame or guilt holding you down. A smile behind a hooded gown. Deep red candles in the night lift you from your earthly plight. Thrown you into astral flight, take my path to the stars.
I am the Serpent, I am the Morning Star, bleed for me.
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Swamp Thing
04:00
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Experienced scientist mothered an idiom about a stimulation, born of pure iridium. Yearning, desperate, devoid of feeling. Powerful shaperate, powerful being.
Risen from the swamp, that botanical tomb, old, dank, dirty, its a wilderness womb. Merged with cells of Earth, swamp and field. Stronger than a bear, his enemies yield.
Wolves, locusts, dogs, and rams; all heed to his command. Born of earth, ground and pound, master of all his land.
You'll be poisoned intravenously, mentally and physically, thrashed and beaten savagely, broken bones and battery.
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I've got a haze up in my head, body's aching, mind is dead. This is my release from my surroundings, it keeps me relaxed, keeps me grounded.
Body's aching, body's tired, mind is racing, mind is wired.
A broken spirit is my burden to bear, wash away my life, not a single care. No more beginnings, no more mornings dawn. A wasted life, forever forlorn.
No thoughts of redemption or compromise, no feelings behind these cold dead eyes. My mental state is barren and bare, my brain is empty, there's nothing there. An end to it all my final retreat, no feelings of loss, no sense of defeat. Standing alone one final time, spend forever walking the line.
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Black Goat
03:28
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I walk along the floor of the ocean, I drag my feet through kingdoms of worms. I slowly crumble under the pressure, I feel the heat from below. My heads empty I'm all alone now, there is nothing left to do, I drag myself, my hands pull up dirt. I'll pull my way back to you.
Black Goat is watching me, cursing my life it seems. Run fast into the trees, Nine Eyes is watching me.
I travel through the infinite cosmos, time and space my burden to bear. I quickly lose my sense of direction, I feel the weight of my years. The sun's set, I stand in darkness, it's fingers deep in my skull. Caressing touch leads me to the ending, I never wanted to see it fall.
Black Goat is watching me, cursing my life it seems. No point in saving me, Nine Eyes is part of me.
A force beyond my control, inside my leaden soul, twisting the nerves around. Salvation will not be found. No time for sentiment, only self-detriment. In time, a set of scars, additions to my lament.
The Goat can see me.
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