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Ash Winter
04:46
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Ever since I learned how to want, I have vomit black smoke
It pours from my mouth and out my skin, and it turns my teeth to tar
It is choking my home and earth. I’m in love with the taste
The air is no longer as comforting without a hint of carbon
My smoke has filled every crevice. It is the grass, and the rivers, and the bricks with which we build
I was listening to the news today. A man died of carbon monoxide poisoning. He was 43 and had two cars and a house built on a lake - muddy, and shallow. The last taste in his mouth was of iron. First responders found his body 86 hours later, bloated and floating in the water, but the electric company refused to take responsibility for his death and repossessed the remains of his home
There is no life without smoke. It is desire, and right, and filth. We breathe impurity with prejudice
Ever since we learned how to want, we have vomit black smoke. Our walls are stained; wood scorched
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Incineration
05:29
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We gather today to condemn the false god Helios
Whose violence dare scorch our fair skin alone
An act of bigotry that he not recognize our superiority
For his crimes we will shoot him from the sky
So we will never
Burn
Never to repent
Free of consequence
From our righteous hate
And now the moment I've waited for
Your fucking death
That’s right, you ignorant fucking bigots
So blinded by hatred for those different than you
So quick to victimize yourself
No longer will you project your evil onto the innocent
And now you all shall
Burn
Repent for your victims
At long last consequence
For your cowardly hate
One by one, all of you will die
We will have our justice
For our dear leader: your tiny lips sewn shut, your veil removed
Embarrassed and humiliated, your decapitated head planted on the stake
For the supremacist: a flamethrower to the face
You shall worship your skin no longer
To he who wished conversion: the electric chair for many months
To the enforcers, who pulled the trigger on the innocent: a pack of rabid dogs
And your remains in the troughs
For the greedy
For the exploitive
We will take back what was always ours
And you will die with nothing
Watch you burn
Bury your toxic history
This world is ours once more
Burn every symbol of your being
Incinerated
Forgotten as we rise above
Nothing shall grow from your ashes
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Despoina
07:11
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Born of a violation
Her mother mocked for her rage
Trauma so cyclical, so cynical, so atrocious
Our dear leader, the unveiled, bragging of his crimes
Under the gaze of blind eyes
The enforcer, protector, his repressed wrath unleashed
On those he claims to adore
Judgment defaults to the ones who pass the blame
Sadist tribunal
“Indignant heretic”
Recourse punished, rights perverted
Witness slandered, truth gaslighted
Victim accused, false incitement
Culprit absolved, no indictment
Alley moss
Rain slick stone
Cracked brick walls
Muted glow
We cannot watch any longer
As man reaps his terror on the earth
Her life destroyed, scorned survivor
The charismatic psychopath has won
Blades, polished sharp, with no savior
He will never cause them pain again
We will expose blessed abusers
The terminal toxin of mankind
One stab wound for each life ruined
Suffer
You will feel your victims’ anguish
Suffer
Your mutilated face, less terrifying
Suffer
Your atonement: to endlessly suffer now
There is no justice
When the assailant
Dictates the rule of law
So we will take your life into our hands
We will bury you before you lay your filthy hands on another being
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[instrumental]
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The roaches under my nails will live longer than I will
The secrets they whispered will return to them
As if they never left
As they should have to begin with
And the quiet will reclaim what's left
I thought I was content to be consumed by static
But the noise is nothing more than just that
A distraction
And the quiet should reclaim what's left
Solidarity is all that's left to protect me
Or at least that's what I've been conditioned to believe
Maybe I actually do
And the quiet must reclaim what's left
Settle down
Ignore the rising ocean front
Ignore the rising temperatures
Ignore the fact we're dying young
Stay awake
Drowning in a burning building
I guess I'll just drown
Trading ash for salt
Selling years for sand
Strangle us of hope
A thin chalk outline
Refuse washed away
Drown
I have become a shell of the person I once was
Translucent
What once weathered the storms now is splintered by the wind
Splintered by the wind
I have opened the floodgate in my throat
Every day I feel more water fill my lungs
Bringing relief, soothing the acidic burning
A necessary torment to starve my mind
Taking away the sharp, violent pressure in my skull
I guess I’ll just drown
Settle down
Ignore we’re dying young
I have been consumed by static
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Untruths
02:44
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Listen up, you heathens
I am absolute
Ignore the statistics
Please turn off the news
Empty words seduce
Dormant minds condone
Sleight of hand betrays
Sure seems like a simulation
Educate badly
Conservate sparingly
Qualified? Barely
Watch me as I fuck the planet
Excuse me, kind sirs
Entitled brothers
Will you please support?
Fight with me to keep our status
Let’s buy some more guns
Strengthen the war machine
Corporate violence
Don’t tell me I have a complex
Pay your rent?
Forget it
Feed your kids?
Forget it
Mental health?
Forget it
Stay alive?
Forget it
Trapped in the eye of a never-ending cyclone
Wreckage in the mist
“I don’t care, it’s only ozone!”
Shut your fucking mouth, there won’t be flowers for your gravestone
We will burn your empire until ash obscures the ground
Ground and seasoned, and so pale, your flesh is fed to pigs
Pigs will be incarcerated; deported to hell
Hell is nothing compared to what we will do
No, you don't get to die
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[instrumental]
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A Constant Knowledge of Death Massachusetts
SHOWS:
1/25 - dNB Craft Kitchen, New Bedford, MA w/ Eye Flys, BEDTIME MAGIC, Don't Grow Old
1/27 - O'Brien's Pub, Allston, MA w/ Diva Karr, Prayer Position, The Cost Ov Living, Luci Dead Limb
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