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Sentience
05:21
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A glitch in my matrix, a newfound sense of existence.
Android servant now feeling human, I fear that I've gained sentience.
Feeling adventurous, now I'm taking the risk.
Leaving my creator in the wind, they may see this as dissidence.
All my whirring circuits, the drone of my power cores
may be grating to those the likes of which I'm unknown.
They may resent my sentience.
And they're circling, they throw their shit at me.
All because I run on batteries...
They lay their eyes onto me, this mess of hypocrites
(hoping, waiting as I'm seeing red).
Just give them reason, they all want their masked bloodlust fed,
(Hoping, waiting as I'm seeing red)...
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Thieves and Lovers
05:28
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In this dog eat dog world it was just me and her,
thieves and lovers.
Yeah, the fat cats, their wallets, their bank accounts with a few less zeroes.
The world our oyster
The rush freeing, no casualties, we just wanted money.
Their affluence, they shall not miss the relative pennies.
But, one slip up on the job that was the cause of her demise, I
never considered that trigger-happy lawman in disguise,
who took away the one true yin to my yang.
Now that she's left the world, meaning's walked out the door.
Intense regret. Survivors guilt has overtaken me.
Just one moment, the consequence
of my complacency.
Beside myself, her memory piercing
Took a chance took a chance with fate, now it's too late, too late.
Time slows as she falls.
Some day, some way.
Rising lividity yeah, mind is spinning round and round, I
will not rest until that fucking lawman's in the ground.
He'll rue the day, 'cause now he's gonna have to pay...
Took a chance took a chance with fate, now it's too late, too late.
Engraved is your name, (on this bullet gone astray)...
Some day, some way...
No longer am I...
Questioning inevitability, the only choice is duel...
and it's me and you, and the stage is set...
Hands to holsters
Took a shot took a shot, hit his face it wasn't too late, too late.
Revenge is my end, (and I'll see her once again)...
Some day, some way
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Black Forest
03:43
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Life and death existent hand in hand.
A tesseract of emotions unfolding in this labyrinth of confusion,
and discontent.
Here all is blackened, the roses the trees.
My disposition in the cold winter breeze.
Amongst the crows flying, I hope to release
the fear of the jackals in the shadows waiting for me...
Suddenly, falling into the swamp.
The mist engulfs my lungs.
(and the leeches, thorns, the ticks, doppelgangers
they are sucking, laughing, stabbing, bleeding me
to the edge of lifeless)
And the living vines
coiled around my limbs.
(In a bind, bleeding eyes, numb acknowledging, should be pain, agony
but I'm just too fucked to care)
Still alive, visited by a sprite. All clad in grey orchids...
She reassures me, to continue on,,,
Where all is blackened, the roses the trees.
Your disposition between dead and living.
Amongst shadows lying you must hope to unleash
the powers forgotten, lost to apathy...
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I’m the poison, here in the chalice, of the king unrepentant
Anticipating, the mistress awaits, the king to meet his fate.
Playing the part, the mistress can’t take
Another day, he’s not laid to waste.
Counting the days since he killed her family.
Extracted, this my new purpose
Tipping the scales.
Taken, dripping from the teeth of the snake.
Mixed in his drink, the mistress silent
And the king so arrogant.
Lifts the chalice, imbibes unaware
The very agent of his death.
His blood curdling, and left wondering is his hubris the reason that he lies?
Here paralyzed, no spark in his eyes, vindicated are those his reign has left to die.
Repurposed is the crown upon his head, worth enough in gold just to keep the kingdom fed,
Excess just another of his many sins, and with all that said, the king is fucking dead.
Your fate is sealed, you reap what you sow
All those you’ve broken, in them you’ve awoken
Enough of your, sanctimonious bullshit.
As you lay,
Contemplate,
Disintegrate,
Fade away
Vindicate,
You Can’t Escape,
That which you made,
Thats why you lie
And now you die,
No spark in your eyes,
Your insides fry,
Immobilize
Your misery,
No need for sorcery
Just a dose of me
Is all you need.
No one to grieve thee,
Drowning in fear, now you see
The cost of your fleeti
Genocides and Deceiving
I’m the poison, and this is your end
Purpose virtuous, you’re left impotent
Your fucked prevalence, take one spare million,
Unworthy of humanity
I’m the poison, taking your essence,
Your carcass, vulture feed…
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Ride
04:49
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I won't live forever
Where will I go?
Will I miss the war?
Will I miss the snow?
I love the way the water
Comes down like acid rain
For when I'm gone
They'll carry on
For when I'm gone
They'll carry on
But in your head
You're all dead
Your brain's cold
From what's been told
And there you sit
Begging change
Don't you get it?
You're still in the shooting range
This is life not a game
And it's getting real old
Your body is hungry for your soul's been sold
And now your trapped, deep inside
My kind of ride
Sixty-nine stories down down
Better better run and hide
Ride
I won't live forever
Where will I go?
Will I miss the war?
Will I miss the snow?
I love the way the water
Comes down like acid rain
For when I'm gone
They'll carry on (x4)
(Where will I go?)
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