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Dissociated
08:09
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I still think it's 2020
I never really dream
Stuck inside a mental loop
Fissures in sun-baked skin
Seething red
On the road to purification
A biennial phantom
I still think it's 2020
I never really dream
Circling the drain
I'm moulting - alone
On a dog day afternoon in the middle of summer
It's a beautiful life and I'm thinking about the end
Cells are down and I keep checking every 3 minutes
Inhale a Marlborough red and
Think what it'd be like to never see you again
Negative
Your negative; it always reminded me of me
I know that's not right, but that's what I like
Cold souls
Meandering through a field of withered corpses
On pale horses
Old souls
Floating through the ether, never truly connecting
Intersecting
Mould grows
And returns us to the ground from which we came
And now winter comes
Winter comes to bury us all away
And
My mind corrodes through self-inflicted means
And
Grey matter contorts and acid drains
Concealed and conspiring. Concealed and conspiring
And though I walk without, I can still remember
Fractured — our life goes
Disassociated, I never fucking dream
Fractured — our life goes
Disassociated, I never fucking dream
Now comes the rain — It's fake
Now comes the rain — It's fake
Fractured
Our life
I don't dream
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Smog
08:02
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To know the data isn't to inherently manipulate it
Assuming a mother's touch to form a development
No more
Anything, anywhere, anyone
Anything, anywhere, anyone
Sheltered, prosthetic
And ghosting everyone
Phantoms, they flourish
Drive a stake into the heart of
And the ends justify our means, so let it dry out
Anything, anywhere, anyone
Anything, anywhere, anyone
Hidden, protected
I see your face
I fell one thousand times
We waste all our time here
You misuse the burden I am
A mollusk under the weight of you
Your blistering radiance
Repeat; rephrase
It doesn't, it doesn't work
Death come to collect
Enemy anemone enamour me
Enemy enamour me, in amber skin
Resin leaves and fallen trees end over me
Over me; as passion leaves; the ocean breathes
Willingly as a juror. Diffuse, just like a tumour would
It doesn't burn
Over (and over)
And over (and over)
End over (and over)
And over (and over)
End over (and over)
And over (and over)
End over (and over)
And over (and over)
Star six nine; no return. I know who you are
Love is electric, infectious, and ever-ending
Over and over
These wars we wage
They run deeper than we can know
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Cecilia
08:41
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It's gone
Mother Earth
Has fallen
Killarney, 89
Searching for an oak tree
To end this life, if I'm smart enough
A weak, bleating oaf heeds the Shepherd's cries
It ends tonight
This ends tonight
She'll be draped in white
It ends tonight
This ends tonight
Order up, pull my chest open
And eat my heart; it's beating
And it burns
And it burns
A basin circles with their little hands
Left floating around
And it burns
And it burns
I know you're no good for me
I choose to ignore it
And it burns
And it burns
Full splayed
It's one thing I'll call pathetic
I've purged; I'm still burning for it
Shipped out, received, ended
Pathetic in one word is copacetic
I've surged; I'm still longing for death
Increase, recede, exit
The melting of bodies
Creates a new type of emulsion never before seen
Endured your ardent suffering and repaid our debts
You carve the walls of this citadel — repentant ones
A long-standing devotion; you are mute and deaf
This scorched earth is a hellscape; there's no coming back
Blue light has burned your eyes out; there's no coming back
And if I see you in the night as
And if I see you in the night as you splinter time
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Hypaethral Records Toronto, Ontario
Hypaethral Records (hy·pae·thral)
Established in 2012, Hypaethral Records stands as one of
the preeminent labels in underground extreme metal.
Our releases are focused on doom and blackened metal.
No gods.
No fascists.
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