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The Other Osmium
06:54
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Perception is reality and the majority perceive only this swamp of mediocrity.
Just people floundering, clinging on to their rafts of broken imaginations.
They fail to see that it means nothing. Nothing at all.
And that it’s insubstantial next to the core of thought.
I will not be what you want me to be
And you always fear what you don’t understand
It’s pulling me apart.
Over the edge of an abyss
It’s just a reaction
The world used to be there for the taking, and then for the breaking
But now it is for the making.
And the masses? Well, they will take what they’re given,
So, why not give them something worthwhile for a change?
Understanding is unlikely but at least they’ll sing your fucking song.
I will not be what you want me to be
And you always fear what you don’t understand
You cannot be what I want you to be
And i always hate your idiocy
It’s pulling me apart
Over the edge of an abyss
Don’t shoot the messenger
Osmium.
The purest form.
Beyond the infinite.
Am I the leader? The prophet? The god?
Labels lose all relevance
Next to the target, the ultimate goal
Osmium.
The purest form.
Beyond the asymptote.
In the fog of shadows, I seek solidity
Undeniable expression.
Beyond infinity.
I try to hold on
Osmium.
The purest form.
Beyond the asymptote.
In the fog of shadows, I seek solidity
Undeniable expression.
Beyond infinity.
But these are just sigils drawn in the air
Or scratchings upon the surface
Of the sphere of osmium.
Every object is an imperfect copy of a perfect idea.
But still we try.
But still we try.
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Blossom
06:51
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A slow erosion of skin
A relentless crashing
Lifeblood pulses dimly, poison takes hold
Partial sighted grasping.
Stifled gasps through the dirt and the shit
Necrotic tissue flakes away
A twisted blossom falls
Degradation every day
On fractured limbs i crawl
Soft rain upon lips is just a dream
Parched, cracked and raw
Scabbed eyelids, misted pools
Sealed under the crust of hate.
Necrotic tissue flakes away
A twisted blossom falls
Degradation every day
On fractured limbs i crawl
Relentless parasitic infection
The endless patter of tiny claws across my tongue
But I smile, I invited them in, welcoming
Dismantled, piece by piece, deconstructed, but I smile
I invited this.
Necrotic tissue flakes away
A twisted blossom falls
Degradation every day
On fractured limbs i crawl
So I smile as the blossom falls
And the black dawn breaks
The taste of ashes in my mouth
And I know that everything is wrong.
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Orchestral Grind
05:57
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Duplicity but you’re only fooling yourself.
Duplicity and you’re wasting your life
Everything is a struggle and you seem to be just waiting to die
Don’t waste the rest of your life by holding yourself down
Nothing is perfect so stop being thrown into disarray
Embrace the chaos, find your balance and move on.
Duplicity
Duplicity
Don’t bother telling me how bad your life is because I don’t care
All of my sympathy got wasted years ago
I’ll offer a solution if you want one else shut the fuck up.
I’m way beyond seeking validation through misery
See...
An endless landscape of spinning discs, suspended in a void
With the legions of all humanity just trying to make their way across
To fail is to sit down, grasping in fear, just as surely as a fall
But to live you have to make the leaps and bounds from disc to disc to disc
Duplicity but you’re only fooling yourself
Duplicity and you’re wasting your life
They say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions
I’ve heard enough of yours to know that you’re mostly there
I don’t care if you lie to me just don’t deceive yourself, right?.
You’re the perpetrator not the victim, can’t you see?
See...
An endless landscape of spinning discs, suspended in a void
With the legions of all humanity just trying to make their way across
To fail is to sit down, grasping in fear, just as surely as a fall
But to live you have to make the leaps and bounds from disc to disc to disc
Dream. Open your eyes.
See. And comprehend.
Wake. Rise again.
Do. There is no try.
Now I once said that true freedom lay beyond good and evil
maybe it was an excuse to be a cunt but there is a shred of truth
Be free.
Be free.
Live.
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Chasing the idea.
Every object is an imperfect copy of a perfect idea.
But still we try.
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