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Pulverize
07:24
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A sinking feeling
A weight in my abdomen
You cling my body to this world
A sense of emotion
Which handicaps me
Clinging my body to this world
Handicapping me
For the pure emotion I feel
It's funny, this lack of empathy
The belief that I owe you
Everything I fucking own
I can't even breathe on my own
Look at you
Full of warmth and inner life
Embarrassment in this admission
Handicapping me
While at once saying
Something that does not
Saying everything
Matters even less
A demand
To remain in submission
Decadence which seems
To handicap me
Clinging my body to this world
A sinking feeling
A weight in my abdomen
Pulverizing me
With the weight
Of all your emotion
Handicapping me
Clinging my body to this world
A sinking feeling
A weight in my abdomen
Pulverizing me
With your intention
The intention is sick
But I don't refuse
Pulverizing me
Insisting on nothingness
Handicapping me
With your sick emotion
Pulverizing me
With your intentions
Clinging my body to this world
Handicapping me
A sinking feeling
A weight in my abdomen
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I can feel my soul
In the mirror
A feeling
Held up in boxes
An inclination
Which can seem so strange
My truest desires
Surely to be analyzed
To the point of no return
To the point of no fucking return
I accept my original reflection
One which I also run away from
Disconnecting my former self
As I gaze into this ultimate reflection
I wonder if what I see has any true impact
I can only wonder who is to blame
The projection
Of my disdain for myself
Onto all of humanity
It would be nice to feel whole again
The fine line between
Me and you
I want to feel something real
To feel your flesh against my own
To touch's a man's lips
To hear your voice
Implying some sort of delusion
A delusion of myself
In a heightened state
The delusion of control
Which at once implicates my ego
But encourages deception
I want to feel something real
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Hedonism as Justice
06:07
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There was a time
When I was less selfish
It was when you
Controlled all of my will
Good people can question
Things all the time
Questioning the value
Of their worth
Chaos of this
Contemporary existence
Inside my eyes
A doubtful relation
With my reflection
From which I can find
No escape
A new type
Of inclination
Which at first seems strange
Without suffering
There can be no justice
An attempt to experience
Becomes nothing but hedonistic
To the point of no return
There is no point of fucking return
As I am left so unwillingly
Without an original reflection
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4. |
Starvation
07:20
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As we at once push
Our bodies into public
Simultaneously we ignore
All of our instincts
To purge
Cherishing a certain need for danger
Fiercely erudite
Subconscious sexual tension
We remain gazing
Into a pool of unconsciousness
A pool within which
There are no answers
A chromatic sheen
Which continues to control
We gasp in horror
At the length of our progression
A nostalgia in which
Meaning cannot be placed
We look at ourselves in the mirror
Starvation is all that we face
The way the past cackles in our DNA
Only to be awakened
When the cell walls are night-worn away
The limited nature of flesh
Flesh as a gateway
And as a jungle
Gives an unjust nature
To the persecution complex we insist upon
We gasp in horror
At the length of our progression
A nostalgia in which
Meaning cannot be placed
We look at ourselves in the mirror
Starvation is all that we face
We put ourselves into this submission
A tenderness
To that we cannot control
To value this submission
We look out into the world
And see it as all our own
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Empty Mirror
07:19
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6. |
The Universal Judgment
09:11
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Thinking on the life that haunts us
Just aside from the ones
Who make the promises
Underneath myself
I feel submission
The complications aside
I choose to be ignorant
I cannot see myself
So shook, but constantly afraid of you
Never once thinking
Never once feeling
Until I am struck
With the inclination that our life
Has been denied
Where is the rest of myself?
I now realize it was with you all along
Choosing to hold out, to give space
With your obsession of self
You are constantly convincing others
That you are alive
The man makes us in boxes
Ignoring the omnipotence
The undeniable power of nature
We are foolish for thinking
We have control over anything
We continue along this path
Until we are struck
With the realizations that
Our obsessions never occurred
They are fleeting
Where have you gone
What is inside of me
I
You abandoned me
Where are we
What if the opposition is simply
What holds it all in place
Who are we really fighting
Ourselves
The condition, the current state
Of giving our humanity up to others
Does the distance of us
From one another
Make it more obvious
Make us more easy to vilify
Why can't we see this for ourselves
The refusal to have
An intimate connection
With another man
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