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Color Coordinated
01:03
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Blood stains the walls
The color of my work
Bodies filling every crevasse in the space I’m forced to lurk
Red
A glowing crimson mass
Symbolize the self-release achieved with plasma on my hands
Blue is the face of fear
A look of uncertainty when one is forced to gasp for air
Pain
Brought forth to those with faults
Any soul with imperfections shall fall prey to my assault
Green
Financial gain is not my quest
Take their lives and leave my mark on everything they own in jest
Die
Give me reason to live
Wasting precious oxygen is something I cannot forgive
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Ridden with crooked ideals
That you were fed when young
Your morals are not moral
Ostracize all out of the norm
Your strict beliefs are dated
The world has changed around you
You are now the outsider
How does it feel?
Ignorance is what you conserve
And what you deserve
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Deleted
01:26
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Population without knowing
What’s to come
From above
Clouds erased and replaced with machines
Sun eclipsed by superior beings
Our creators in front of our eyes
Observed their creation, were unsatisfied
We were all files
And we were deleted
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Coffeemaker is engaged
Pull me out of morning daze
But the directions never said
That the brew would wake the dead
Caffeine freaks break down the door
Well awake but craving more
With one hand I grab my axe
And with the other, drink it black
Ripping through decaying flesh
Blood and coffee become meshed
Killing what’s already killed
Yet not a drop of coffee spilled
Zombies lie around my feet
My work not done, I hit the street
Raiding houses across town
Killing owners for their grounds
Drown myself in black liquid
Never have to sleep again
I’ll have myself decapitated
Before I’m decaffeinated
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You’ve got your cool kid hair and clothes
Ninja moves to strike your foes
You ruin every single show
As you continue to pose
Hardcore dancing is bad
And you should feel bad (x2)
Flail your arms to impress your friends
Lose yourself to the trend
Cut the act, you are not tough
You realize that NSYNC broke up?
Hardcore dancing is bad
And you should feel bad (x2)
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6. |
Murder By Blood
02:28
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Blood flows through
My arteries with hate
Eating through
I start to suffocate
Enlightenment through pain
My life passes my eyes
As I feel the strain
My soul begins to die
Heart is pumping poison
Entrails start to gush
Eyeballs are imploded
Bones begin to rust
Each corroded cell slowly eats away
Few strands of muscle tissue
Violent display
The blood reaches the air
Gets carried by the breeze
Travels around the world
Spreading the disease
Time slips away
Carcass decays
Dead in the mud
Murder by blood
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