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soft power
03:39
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anyone can play these songs : e thing/c thing/g // e/f/g/a
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cant clean up all the blood
instead I spit in yr mouth
push my hand against the gauze
weigh the wad pound for pound
sigils that wont manifest
mouth smeared with fondant
drag my feet up the podium
aint no such thing as a pit
hey we got the chance,
how bout that
but turns out still just
a fat faggot
theres a broken sword
theres the writhing corpse
totems and tokens at hand
wonder what could still be forged
the biggest crucifix pumps blood and screams
miles underground
theres no way to get there
bream pile at its mouth
at least a nightmare can end
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2. |
nihilanth in goray
02:34
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anyone can play these songs : g/bm/c/am/f# // c/am/bm/c // g/bm/am // bm-g-f#-g
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making myself dumb
struggle to take out the trash
wont last through whats next to get thru
need to make some positive progress
covered in saw dust
one day to ascend
never to yield again
want to treat everything that happens
as an event, a planned occasion
some ones gotta be nice to me sometimes
heaven is the world
we are its keepers, we have failed
I dont believe in hell
life does the job pretty well
the sum of my parts
dont add up to much
nothing deeper to find
not much to be lost
some ones gotta be nice to me sometimes
digusted with life
ready for death
begging for a change of heart
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3. |
test dream
03:35
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anyone can play these songs : f-c-am-g-e-f // c-am-em-e-f // am-em-f// am-em-c-f-am-em-f
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forge a divorce of likely means
ghost on the pressing things
meet some far away beacon
see the way it dims, maybe deepens
ascend to a smoothen slope
then bare room, halls to grope
no fear though exposed
faint path here, a flash of perhaps where someone goes
a sense of welcome
unshakable welcome
that’s when some sort of fear comes
stone goblets all around
in a thousand gaping throats
gaudy trinkets sliding freely on wrists
lopsided above thrones
streaky, my bad life caught
in a reflecting ledger
post my dick on r/seventhseal
hold my breath
for the face reveal
a sense of welcome
unshakable welcome
that’s when some sort of fear comes
I stumble on the slope
a zero journal of names
no more places
face burning
a test or a dream neither of those things
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mold uptakes the barricades/g-bm-c-bm
look thru an opening to the empty things
some could be buildings
too blurry to confirm distinct forms of origin
casters set to a grid so appearing to move
but unable to move
even in dreams
the cowards writhe
personless expanse tied in southward tides
not exactly singular, not exactly lonely
barren with plenty of options, all ‘only’ s
no heart, only ‘only’ s
even in dreams
theres nothing to a heart/g-f#-e
dont start in on about the heart
theres no amnesty in crisis city/b-c-g
penultimate sigh
the sky sheds a mask
no face behind
limp like a tshirt
played out and butt hurt
defaults all revert
stuck in the t pose
waiting for my cutscene to load
no heart, only ‘only’ s
even in dreams
theres nothing to a heart/g-f#-e
dont start in on about the heart
theres no amnesty in crisis city - bm/c/g/f#/e
why did you think there would be
cuz hashem stands with a scythe
and he looks you in the mouth
he looks you in the mouth
and says
no way out - c/g/bm
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5. |
goku sweatshirt
03:45
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last time we got the flood/capo 4/ am-c-em-f-c-am-f
next, probably the same
maybe this time were getting the flames
ill never reach a higher place
live and die just short of grace
walking confused through my house/capo 4 c-am-f-e-f-e7
cant find a use for myself
last time we got the flood/capo 4/ am-c-em-f-c-am-f
next, probably the same
maybe this time were getting the flames
ill never reach a higher place
live and die just short of grace
the world drops away and but still presses
exits field dressed by cast darkness
walking confused through my house/capo 4 c-am-f-e-f-e7
cant find a use for myself
what if everyone gets what they deserve //c-am-em/c-g-f/c-am-e7-f-g
and through some terrible calculus
everything is set right as it should
beyond what we discern
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6. |
upcoming obstacle
01:49
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fear of an upcoming obstacle // f#m-bm-b/a-g-a
meltdown in the nazi thread
tend to error
when time to sweep the side with caution
caught off guard by the mirror
but too afraid to raise a false alarm
bad pizza
in a much too humid room
that feels like a car
a shepherd's chord rings out loud // g-a-d-e7-g-e
to a dwindled weekday crowd
hell stretches out in front
like a bike chain
started to wonder about my future
started dragging up the past
always the same but in a different way
a sorta long pain whose cause you cant ever catch
moment of fortune to moment of fortune
defeated walking between them
a line of hostage situations
dont take hostages if you’re too afraid to kill them
a shepherd's chord rings out loud // g-a-d-e7-g-e
to a dwindled weekday crowd
hell stretches out in front
like a bike chain
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unforeseen consequences
02:51
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some gripping chain of events // e thing-f thing-c
that fit together when remembered
but at the time, seemed godless but nevertheless sent
sooner or later
when free of speech or perhaps a certain weight
waiting to be cast aside, or turned like an embrace
you still have to watch them drive away in the car //g-f
every single weakness
coming back to haunt you
everybody loves you
but nobody wants you
soon will come the day
that we approach invested in fear
and no release comes
met with roaring applause
watching it all work in anothers favor
a revealing disgust, is this who you are
you still have to watch them drive away in the car
give me pity or hate
anything in between becomes a thing
I take from and change
you still have to watch them drive away in the car /c-am-g-f
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8. |
umbasa
02:53
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open field, surrounded / am-g-f/c-d-f/em-f-c-d
no one will know what has happened
only those gathered
so how will we act
what will we choose
loose ends to knot
knots set to come loose
I cant for the life of me
figure out what my life should mean
day to day it changes
but I dont seem to be
what comes at a greater price paid / c-d-f-em
too afraid so cringing too much to reset the lathe
shift over the slats, leave the way back / f-g-em-am
way back where last it was intact
keeping things in perspective
try not to flinch on impact
roadblock up ahead/ f-g-c-em-f-em
still time to turn away
ive been looking forward to making this mistake
I wanted to be worth it /f-em
but somewhere down the line
I guess I changed my mind
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9. |
illusory wall
01:33
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theres still a future /c-f-e-f-bm-a-d-g
its coming from somewhere
we already cant ever go home
soon there’ll be nowhere to go
no individual tombs
wake up blushing
carrying bad news
so many good things
coming to get me
cuz theres still a future
with or without me
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10. |
youll never find my body
02:12
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youll never find my body //c-g-f
a rain dried tshirt covered in piss
stuck to a rib cage in a ditch
that could be me if thats what you wanna believe
but youll never find my body
im becoming a shitty person
and youll never find my body
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ride the lightning, courtney Detroit, Michigan
im david.
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