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Despize - Detonate
02:46
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Selfish,
Unneeded, Reduced to nothing.
Endless,
Defeated,
All comes from something.
It's no longer just fighting to survive. It's convincing myself that,
I want to be alive.
Take me back to the days, When it all seemed okay
You say nothing has changed 'Cause you're to fucking blame.
Chaos takes over,
No room for rational thought.
And when I tell you the facts you always Look like you're at a loss.
Chaos takes over,
Can't fight this feeling anymore. Chaos takes over,
Emptiness is all I know.
Chaos Takes Over
It's no longer just fighting to survive,
It's convincing myself I want to be alive.
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Despize - Floor Control
03:10
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Tightens in my chest,
I'm Struggling,
To catch a fucking breath, It's Harrowing.
It's always razor sharp,
Slicing right through & through.
I'm trying to keep my cool,
But it's the hardest thing to do.
Tightens in my chest, Struggling,
To find a reason yet, Searching...
I see your lips moving, But I hear nothing.
I feel nothing.
Deafened by my demons.
Deafened by the harsh truths.
Deafened by the situations,
That I've had to struggle through.
And it's always the fucking same
I'm trying to keep my cool,
But it's the hardest thing to do.
The hardest thing I had to do,
Tell me you feel it too.
The hardest thing I had to do,
Was realise I'm just like you.
Defeated & drained,
Will you make it go away?
That's right.
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Dependent on holy scripture.
Arrogance matched by denial.
Your loyalties lie with a false prophet,
Condemned to the life of a disciple.
Pledge of allegiance,
Fully transparent.
Preservation of self,
Truly apparent.
Indoctrination.
A compromised mind, now devoted.
Kiss the feet of your faceless deity.
Fellating the loudest just to be noticed.
Strength stands isolated.
Even gods can be disgraced.
Choke, pathetic no-name.
You’re a joke, a clown without shame.
Submit to the urge of suicide.
Theres only losers in this game.
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Deklination - Dahmerism
02:29
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Fantasy ends, pleasure begins.
My desire to end your life.
A ritualistic killing field.
Where satisfaction reaches heights.
Dissection of living flesh,
I’m a blade in the torture machine.
Untold horrors I’ll create,
In the halls of abattoir 213
Trachea slashed.
Eyes bleed innocence.
A skull pierced.
Rid of sentience.
Ingestion,
Bleeding,
Decay before me.
Bleeding out.
Draining your innocence.
Watching your life fade,
Is aphrodisia in every sense
Witness my creation.
Carnal induced masturbation.
A shrine to their stillness.
A dedication to my sickness.
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