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Ritual Fire
05:43
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Ritual fire,
will I keep you in your sacred place?
Or will your ravenous tongues lick my world away?
Lick my fragile world away
Primitive stone,
you hold demons that my breed don’t know
Open the bloom of your cloud and
gas my lungs to Hell
Gas my tender lungs to Hell
Now that I know the secret
of a poison that feels like truth
How can I hold at bay this terminal answer?
The struggle to remember
the struggle to forget
How can the eternal not return?
Never again, always again
Ritual fire, tempt me with your violence
Reason pours from my mouth
you mock me with silence
And you say,
“A real man: no words
A bad man: no thoughts
A hard man
can crush the Jew inside
and live alone on danger and play
Nothing more than power play….”
Ritual liar,
is this farewell to the chaos realm?
Or just a softening hour
before the next great blaze?
Ritual liar,
your tongue burns me with the whisper ‘Yes’
Burn the world with your eternal breath
Make me hard, whole and hard
Never again, always again
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Golden Flesh
05:25
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To open golden flesh
like the ray of a new dawn
Wheel of the great fire
Before the next one comes
purify me
Is your skin truly mine?
Or just borrowed treasure, borrowed time
Deep in your walls
I’ll cower and hide
Will I burn or will I shine?
Do I look right? Not tonight
Not in your golden light
The primal vertigo
at the ladder’s northern wrung
Am I worthy?
The simple fact of blood
pulls me backwards
DNA, show and tell
Helix for helix, smell for smell
Wipe off the slime,
my millions spent
Don’t let it stain your noble scent
Do I look right? Not tonight
Not in your golden light
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Fascist Moments
10:17
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When the sun
has turned its face away
And the room is black,
only licked with
malediction’s whispered flame
Seal the exits
When the walls
are close and windowless
And the world is small
and every answer fits inside a clenching fist
The night has muscles
Bound together by how it is
Not the way it should be
but the way it is
Bound together
Our dry and wooden morals
Tied up tight in sacrifice
Feed the laughing fire
of How It Is
When the mind
is scorned like the wandering Jew
And the heart feels whole
rushing back to join with
Mother’s violent womb
No truth but action
Action for action
When our dreams fall away
There’s nothing left to paint the night
When we’ve lost our way
The razor cuts the straightest line
No ideals in our eyes
Just appetites
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Black Sun
07:00
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Black sun, black sun
You rule the sky
the abyss on high
Ancient, black, unblinking eye
obvious and cold
The Old One
Thing that can’t be named
turn all my words to flame
Thing I’ve always known
turning my mind to stone
Can’t care, can’t care
I try to cry, but my eyes are dry
The nuptuals of suicide
Put off til the dawn
Eternal
Thing that can’t be named
turn all my words to flame
Thing I’ve always known
turning my mind to stone
Before and after me
archaic energy
With or without proof
hatred appears as truth
Send me a melody
send me a melody
The stone will bleed
the stone will bleed,
I’ll search my blood for a melody
Send me a melody
send me a melody
There’s nothing to see
nothing to believe
But the stone will bleed
with my melody
When the symbols shatter
nothing matters but my melody
When the words go hollow
nothing follows but my melody
With a melody the stone is bled
turn from black to red
Black stone colossus,
you won’t fuck my head
Bleed out the language of the dead
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Speak Until Death Comes
04:07
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Puppet
09:00
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When the wound is
fresh and open
Bad ideas find their way in
When our state is
broke and trembling
We want answers,
simple answers
When the flesh is
all but dying
The flies they hasten
to lay their eggs down
We stand divided, on the corner
Primed for poison
Just sell us poison
This isn’t natural
My brain stem is occupied land
This isn’t natural
I can’t feel my clutching hands
What can change?
And what will we have to swallow?
Not this. At least not this
Violent strings
pull me but I won’t follow
Not this. Oh no not this
Won’t be a puppet to this
When the wound is
fresh and open
Bad Ideas find their way in
And when our state is
broke and trembling
Their offer’s final, Solution final
Puppet of lust
puppet of chemistry
puppet of trauma
puppet of pleasure
puppet of fear
puppet of the fist
puppet of history
puppet of Now
puppet of no no memory
puppet of blood
puppet of guilt
puppet of familiy
puppet of ignorance
puppet of love
puppet of law
puppet of language
puppet of wealth
puppet of poverty
puppet of vanity
puppet of morals
sweet sweet morals
puppet of lust
puppet of chemistry
puppet of trauma
puppet of pleasure
puppet of fear
puppet of the fist
puppet of history
puppet of Now
puppet of no no memory
puppet of blood
puppet of guilt
puppet of familiy
puppet of ignorance
puppet of love
puppet of law
puppet of language
puppet of wealth
puppet of poverty
puppet of vanity
puppet of pleasure
scars of pleasure
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