1. |
Sins of the Father
01:40
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2. |
The Culling
06:22
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THE CULLING
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Blood or mud, which one? Confess
Mud
Don't swallow
The Flood
The butcher and the baker
Blood
No re-load
The Sun
A smoking gun cessation
For the right, for the butcher
For the left, for the tallow
Tearing water to shreds
Make the universe dead
Blood or mud, which one? Confess
Scaring the wino
Don't bother the zero dividend
Grasping on your throat
Don't color the gold road
For the right, for the butcher
For the left, for the tallow
For the left, for THE CULLING
For the right, never ending
Don't you know right?
Don't do, arise
Down to your mind
Don't turn away
Don't turn away
Blood or mud which one confess
Tearing water to shreds
You've no empathy left
Prophecy made of death
For the right, for the butcher
For the left, for the tallow
For the left, for THE CULLING
For the right, never ending
Blood or mud which one confess
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3. |
Organica
04:05
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groaning to and fro
fester or behold
dynamic, wretched stone
a branch beyond the bone
celletrome receed
watches from the deep
guilded mystery
sparkle and it bleeds
do not separate em
you aren't prepared to let go
ORGANICA we pray to thee, we wash your feet
ORGANICA the bark we eat, the giving tree
breathe in, gotta keep em separated
just believe the lies
rooted in the constipation
graphite in your life
you're turning inside out
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4. |
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BLAME FOR THE TRAITOR'S SON
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Across the escape, through the void
You're deep in the space, keep the boy
Tightening braids, they taunt you
Hiding the shape, but we forgot you
Blame for the traitor's son
Hands in my face come undone
Holding a cane, kill a drone
Prying away from your home
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5. |
Implode
04:02
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Ripping off
Bloody Cloth
i'm self destructive, implode
rusted cross
shame and gloss
crop circles my only row to hoe
steak or blow
tempered gold
A splattered head in the road
sour cold
sold my soul
keep my mouth open and I drink, and drink and drink and drink more
Drink more. Implode.
Boredom, this place reeks of boredom, losing all decorum, now I feel
postmortem
Running through the world, running from myself
Think i was better all alone? Think I was better alone? You know
this prose gets old.
Implode.
Bones of glass, darkest past
a fracture, broken the mold
Deeper cast, boiling past
naked, afraid of all that I hold
Holding back, I react
Embarrassed to just let go
All I lack, I am that
Keep my mouth open and I eat and eat and eat and eat more
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6. |
Antaka
03:12
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7. |
Ducks Into Vultures
00:20
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8. |
Exhibit
05:29
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EXHIBIT (2020 update)
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Only the Younger Dryas holds me
Unholy starvation to console thee
You're alone
Someone cut the righteous the writing off the wall
Somebody cut the righteous and we don't need them anymore
Depraved, unholy and the wall falls
Exhibit "A" the world has turned to salt
Humbled and vulnerable
(Shame, unworthy)
Santimonious, unsufferable
(Faith, Rosemary)
Someone cut the righteous the writing off the wall
Somebody kill the pious and we decicate their home
(Growing mold. Clergy old. Where is your grace now?)
(Show your cold apathy. Where is our grace now?)
[Choir]
Take the supposed miracles. Placate the perishing peace
Take all those supposed miracles, shove em into our eyes
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9. |
Rest on Supernova
02:46
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REST ON SUPERNOVA
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Or maybe I won't wake up?
I lay me down to rest
Under the ocean (endlessly) we rest
Buried alive (hopelessly) we rest
Tired boy, you drink essential moonlight
Tired boy, we bless. you rest.
I hope you never wake up
You're buried in my dreams
Waking leaf
I can't leave
Tired boy, you'll Rest on Supernova
Tired boy, don't rest until it's over
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10. |
Along All Latitudes
03:50
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11. |
The Dreams of a Shadow
05:21
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THE DREAMS OF A SHADOW
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Fortune call upon the dreams of a shadow
and we carry on...
When I reach down inside, try to say goodbye
There is nothing left inside of me
When I'm holding on to you, and you try and get me through
There is nothing left inside of me
...but THE SHADOW
(Dreams of it follow me forever more)
"What seems to be the problem" is what they say
(and we carry on)
(You are calling out my name)
and it's pulling me from the void just to be here
(you're calling out my name)
and it's packing me back down just to see you
(you're calling out my name)
and I wanna run away from it
(you're calling out my name)
Did you ever know that it hates me?
(you're calling out my name)
Scratch me, break me, and it's aching
Fortune call upon the Dreams of a Shadow
and we carry on... The Shadow
Fare thee well my friend
Give em the old attaboy
Send you on your way
Farewell, we'll miss you my friend
We hope to see you again
But it is not likely
The Shadow, the dream of it, it hollows me
The Shadow, the dreams of it follow me
The Shadow, dreams of it hollow me forevermore
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12. |
The Burned
04:31
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THE BURNED
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We're covered in blood... in blood
Islands built in solitude
There I'm standing still
Where no one comes
And no one will
Not qualified for peace of mind
Taken back by motive of the spine
The Earth
THE BURNED
Fractured by that simple question
My blood starts to spill
Contagious sorrow
Forever kill
You're covered in blood...
Pushed back against all space and time
Broken in upon the will to DIE
NO CURE
The Burned
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away... sins here
We're drifting
I am drifting away
They're covered in blood
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Maskil Houston, Texas
MASKIL is an independent solo metal project by an Anonymous Creator.
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