1. |
Swallowing the Seed
03:09
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Am I the only one yearning?
Your damaged silhouette
Haunting all of my walls
Your pain is like needles in my vain
Choking and fuckin and choking and fuckin. Moans smell of death
Choking and fuckin and choking and fuckin. Vile acts of the disturbed.
Am I the only one yearning?
To eat you alive.
Don't stop
Your skin turns pale
Don't stop
Unholy consumation
I indulge in your misery
Kill you from inside
Dragged by your throat to the edge of life.
Kill you from inside
Grim orgasms arch your spine. You've lost yourself. I see God leave your eyes.
Your sanctity will not be mourned. Just open your mouth and swallow the seed.
Bite my lips until they bleed. Give me all that I need.
Smear the blood across your face.
Painted as black as my darkest dreams.
Choking and fuckin. Choking and fuckin you.
A suffocating climax.
Your damaged silhouette
Haunting all of my walls
Your pain is like needles in my vain
Choking and fuckin and choking and fuckin
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2. |
Precious Torment
03:04
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umb me till I'm shapeless
Leaked into the waste
Drift along the gutters
A ripple in the cesspool
Ritualistic ecstasy
My precious torment speak for me
Numb me till I'm shapeless
Leaked into the waste
Drift along the gutters
A ripple in the cesspool.
Skin crawls from the flesh. Bones turn cold
Mouth off sludge burns through my chin. Decayed skull.
Trade a limb for it or my soul.
This trance is the furthest from the world ill ever be.
Waking paralyzed on a bed of glass and rock.
Waterboarded by a weeping sky.
Scolded by the eyes of the spoon fed. I never asked for this. To indulge in the poison that would be my demise. Gnawing on the concrete until my gums bleed.
My precious torment
Ritualistic ecstasy
My precious torment speak for me
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3. |
We Share Our Pain
05:06
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Lock the gate we're all welcome here.
As far as I know. No introduction needed.
You are all identified by your soul.
All will be forgotten. Forgiveness is unclear. Bloody finger nails crossed. Still counting the years.
Caught between two realities.
Each one a stinging blur. We are often greeted by our greatest fears.
A sense of comfort never seems to surface.
Inhale the embers of the dead spirit.
The smell contaminates the air.
Thick fog blinding the sun.
The light does not reach this place.
We share the darkness.
The burdens strapped to our back.
If you wake it will be sheer terror in your heart.
But the dead haunts every part of your being.
We share our pain.
All will be forgotten. Forgiveness is unclear. Bloody finger nails crossed. Still counting the years.
Caught between two realities.
Each one a stinging blur. We are often greeted by our greatest fears.
A sense of comfort never seems to surface.
Inhale the embers of the dead spirit.
In the lucid nightmares we share our pain.
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4. |
Jokes on You
03:11
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Stupid fuck the jokes on you
Life's a gag real and you're center fuckin stage.
Stack your divine currency to the sky and jump
I promise you won't fly.
Your faith fell upon no one's eyes.
Lets all make believe that there was ever a point.
Stupid fuck the jokes on you
Life's a gag real and you're center fuckin stage.
Stack your divine currency to the sky and jump.
I promise you won't fly.
Haven't you heard? Salvation is taxed. No plus ones and no reentry.
The tidth that bind us to nothingness.
Ambitious eyes looked past the tangible.
Just lay in your casket and sleep soundly.
Nothing matters
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5. |
Deteriorating Relics
03:20
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I see only ugly in this world. I can't bring myself to see the beauty or the reason.
We all walk with no direction. Think with no intentions.
Mindless worms squirming in our own filth.
Inferior to all things living. Yet a threat to it all.
You give your word. But it burns to ash.
Trust and love: Deteriorating relics. Selfishness is the only common trait.
The Snakes, Heathens and molesters.
The champions of our era. We idolize the devolution.
Faith based on hateful gods. Inequity is a means of segregation.
The Insult is our failure.
We all walk with no direction. Think with no intentions.
I see only ugly in this world. I can't
bring myself to see the beauty.
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Slug in the Sun Houston, Texas
Slug in the Sun.
A gnarly, face melting, unrelenting, pulverizing mathcore techdeath metal band from Houston Texas.
Started in 2018 debuting their first EP June 1 2018
“Memoirs of Misfortune”.
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