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The Spark
04:54
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On the first day
And the last day
Of the world
The queer oracle
Leaps
From the center
Of a cauldron
From a fire
Kept by fey
And mortals touched by the Spark
Stir the fire
Mince the sage
Add cardamom
And time
There’s a sleeping seed
Buried deep
Beneath
The last fruiting tree
On earth
This tree will not survive
Nor will it die
Earth's brew
Feeds this seed
For rebirth
Heat the cauldron
Melt the sugar
Drink the brew
Set the spark
We are all
Just piles of mud
Mounds of flesh
Smothering the earth
Encased in stone
Statuettes,
That is
at least
Until
we feel
The Spark
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Mechanical Chatter (tS)
00:27
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Disabled
04:28
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A recurring sense of grief
A passing of myself
Pushing my physical limits
To face daily life
Detached from my body
Dissociated, numb
My body keeps me safe from the physical pain of being
By turning off
Disability brings a repeated grief for oneself
There is no reason why
This is no one’s fault
There is nothing you could’ve done
This suffering just is
Again and again
Further
My frail body is the ultimate teacher
Stripped down to the core of myself
By grieving away the parts of me
I can hold no more
When you can no longer do the things you considered you
What are you now?
When you can do nothing,
What is your value?
Intrinsic and infinite
Yet we live in a world with a fetish for definition
You can only be
And that is beautiful
Full of awe
Powerful enough to crush any other notion
I am 29 years old
And I am prepared to be old,
Wise,
And next to death
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Soot and Sulfur
04:48
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I am
A flame
I’ve burned bright
Burned through many a night
I’ve consumed the air around me
And the kindling beneath my feet
I’ve burned bright
For long I’ve kept alight
You can tell of my passing
From a lingering smell of sulfur
I’ve burned hot
I’ve carbonized a lot
I’ve left my mark on many things
My black dust that stains the world
I am a flame
I am a flame
Burning
Burning away
I’ve burned hot
Emblazoned all I aught
When my time is over
I will be but soot and sulfur
When my time is over
I will be but soot and sulfur
I am a flame
I am a flame
Burning
Burning away
Burning
Burning
Burning
Away
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7. |
Glasshole
08:02
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Mechanical Chatter (AF)
00:34
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Antifascist Feverdream
06:59
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Fluid a liquid existence eroding the symptoms of a two party system
Gender is performative
And the whole world is a stage
But who is writing this play?
And who gave you your role anyway?
Turn this bipartisan brain into a stream of consciousness
Warpaint
I am no longer method acting anymore
I am enacting a need
my body needs to breathe
by boiling over
boiling over
to burn the hands that feed
Us fake news and fake culture
Fake genders, it's over
Warpaint
Separate and far from equal motherfuker
Let's fudge these lines, bend over!
Prepare yourself for a new kind of water torture
Don't just think for yourself
Fucking feel, fucking do
Who are you?
Turn your bipartisan brain into an honest stream of consciousness
Warpaint
Follow the crevices through which it pours
Fill the Basin at the bottom of your soul
dry for so many years
Until you to boil over
drown the world with the love you have always had
drown the world with the love you have always had
drown the world with the love you have always had
Warpaint
This warpaint you call makeup
Prepares me for war
Against a culture
That demeans faggots and whores
These are my people
We have pride
Stained lips
And Darkened eyes
Join the legions
For Today,
like every other day,
We
fight
Warpaint
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11. |
You Cannot Live Forever
03:26
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You cannot stay forever
You hardly exist now
Your perceptions of reality
Are based on a bygone world
Beneath blankets of security
Rests the soil of this world
Viewed Like static of uncertainty
From which reality unfurls
The grasping at the fabric
Only helps it be undone
Do not fight your undoing
It is your making
Mourning transformation
Grieve Your passings with pride
Accept what is to come
The you on the other side
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My Body is Failing Me
07:13
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My hands are heavy ghosts
My face is filled with needles
My arms have fallen asleep
And they won’t wake up
My leg burns from no fire
My hand can’t hold yours back
I cannot itch deep enough
The world feels dull through my fingers
But Don’t touch me it will hurt
There is no reason why
The suffering just is
My body is failing me
My body is failing me
My body is failing me
My body is failing me
Will I die?
Or decompose
With my eyes wide open?
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Technical Black Metal composed by human, played by physical robots. In 2018
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