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Following the Eyeless
03:38
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Following the Eyeless
The human mind
is easily coerced
by the most disturbing
of images
placed before your mind.
Are you unaware?
In the land of the blind
only the one eyed man is king.
With one eye blind
and the other removed
how could your king see
anything?
While pondering
the labyrinth inside my dreams.
I've seen all there was to be seen.
What was. Wasn't.
Could be if every road wasn't paved with death.
Insidious plans
carried out by my subliminal hands.
The harlot dies first followed by the fool.
Slaughtering even children.
Death has no rules.
I rather fall behind
not confident in my own path.
I fear I've been leading us to a bloody aftermath.
I was illuminated by the life
on rot on the cold ground.
I've seen enough I'd rather
gouge my third eye out.
I am no leader but this fall beacons to be lead.
By the mourning light
we'll find ourselves dead..
In the land of the blind
Only the one eyed man is king
With one eye blind
and the other removed
how could your king see
anything?
LEAD sheep to the slaughter
HOPE can't be bought here
Indulge on your every fear
as you beg and plead this isn't real
Slain before you is your fate.
One eye open blind.
Observing your own death
With no sight.
Eyeless in the land of the lost
became a nihilist...
Prove wrong......
Lyrics by: Curt X
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Cerebral Bore
03:56
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Cerebral Bore
We walk the lines of contentment.
Biding our time into contention. Time boring air holes into the box
as it is lowered
down six feet into our psychological graves.
Light shining through
giving me false hope.
Give me the drill bit.
It's not made a big enough impression on my temple.
Show me the wrong way.
Just drill it into my head.
I'm bored dumb from boredom.
Bored dead.
Boredom turns to bored drunk. Bored numb.
I'm bored into my grave.
Indulging on death
I taste of blood as it gushes out my head.
The release of the pressure from
this self autopsy.
All tension is gone
as I bleed out on the floor.
Calmly I realize it
was my own hand
addicted to self sabotage.
Now there's nothing left
in my head.
It's all been said.
I'll be dead by daylight.
Sunrise to suicide.
Living the infinite repeat.
Found my strength
is forever meeting defeat.
This self indulgent torture.
Elation sets on my brain. Endorphins pushing me through this....
Looking for that rush that I can't resist.
Desensitized through introduced stimuli.
Show me the wrong way.
Just drill it into my head.
Show me the wrong way.
The drill bit enters my head.
I'm bored dumb from boredom. Bored dead.
An artist without confliction
writes awful shit, repetition.
Hand over my tools
to the scribe of the Dead.
Just let me rest
as I drain this from my head
Lyrics by: Curt X
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Rot with the Worms
04:09
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Rot with the Worms
I keep picturing
myself in a casket.
Naked. Not ready.
Unprepared for a slow ride in a hearse.
The shutting door holds no rest for me
with darkness surrounding.
Wasn't my soul supposed to leave this Shell???
Shadows & echoes of my loved ones
on the other on the other side.
I'll never get to see them.
They'll l never get to see me again.
Lowered down to meet my fate.
Cremation.
I should have left my
Will to be burned.
Even ashes to dirt.
We all rot with the worms.
Rot with the worms.
Corpse placed on display.
Eulogy has been read.
Thinking I wish I would have accomplished more before I was dead.
Everyone's leaving for dinner in my honor at some Church that I didn't attend.
I'm all alone as the earth is laid up on me.
Ultimate solitude.
{I've went to great lengths to end up alone.}
Counting the years
watching my carrion decay.
Begging for this box to collapse upon me.
My prayers were answered.
Dry rot gave way.
Now I'm exposed
to the natural rules of decay.
Paranoia.
I forgot I don't like being touched.
I'm being consumed by parasitic little bugs
slowly giving me rest
each tunnel at a time.
We're are processed into fecal mazes from remains.
That's not the after life that I signed up for.
where are the gates or f****** flames?
I'd choose the inferno over nothing at all
with no option to wander unresolved as a ghost.
Cremation.
I should have left my
Will to be burned.
Even ashes to dirt.
We all rot with the worms.
Rot with the worms.
Lyrics by: Curt X
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Following the Eyeless
The human mind
is easily coerced
by the most disturbing
of images
placed before your mind.
Are you unaware?
In the land of the blind
only the one eyed man is king.
With one eye blind
and the other removed
how could your king see
anything?
While pondering
the labyrinth inside my dreams.
I've seen all there was to be seen.
What was. Wasn't.
Could be if every road wasn't paved with death.
Insidious plans
carried out by my subliminal hands.
The harlot dies first followed by the fool.
Slaughtering even children.
Death has no rules.
I rather fall behind
not confident in my own path.
I fear I've been leading us to a bloody aftermath.
I was illuminated by the life
on rot on the cold ground.
I've seen enough I'd rather
gouge my third eye out.
I am no leader but this fall beacons to be lead.
By the mourning light
we'll find ourselves dead..
In the land of the blind
Only the one eyed man is king
With one eye blind
and the other removed
how could your king see
anything?
LEAD sheep to the slaughter
HOPE can't be bought here
Indulge on your every fear
as you beg and plead this isn't real
Slain before you is your fate.
One eye open blind.
Observing your own death
With no sight.
Eyeless in the land of the lost
became a nihilist...
Prove wrong......
Lyrics by: Curt X
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