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Birdfeeder
05:06
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She came down and spoke to me
She danced like liquid in the void
I asked her for something to drink
She brewed some tea inside her stomach
And filtered it through her teeth
And spit it out inside of me
Fertilized, wrapped in light
The perfect creation bred from truth
Codified and misconstrued
An umbilical nightmare to fetishize
The limbs of God torn apart
Sewn to an altar as a work of art
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Oil!
05:19
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Decomposition setting in
Cavities, cave systems
Fingering Mother Nature, my creator,
From within
Venus is the title I was given, christened in
A Holy pool of oil
Wade in shadows
Born of man
Above us brilliant color
Anathema yet I lust
Hell feeds off the light
The mouth is burning
I recede
No control
No power
Scream
Bow before the sunless
Penetrate
Manipulate
Lap it up
Oil!
Civilization
No control
Order, I will have order! Settle down!
We, the labor of the organic machine
In order to construct a most pious nation
Maintain production above all other beliefs.
The extraction from beneath is the holiest form of submission;
To bathe in rivers of gasoline, to regulate desire,
To abdicate reason, and expunge critique;
these ideals constitute the mission of the
Democratic Territories of Infectum Cavernae
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Abaddon
02:53
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Conscience dissected
Caustic and infected
Despondent, we feel nothing
Your soul is noise and putrid wings
Fractured angel
Deformed and disabled
Crawling on all fours
Bruised palms and longing for
Death
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MagDes
06:37
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There's a face in Nevada that's carved in dunes
It's crater eyes hold no human life I have known
It's mouth moves, and it speaks in waves of radiation
Messages are directed to the face on Mars
Secret society below me
Shifting what I thought to be
The truth that we are dying
Reaching for our gas masks
Climbing into corporate owned hazmat suits
Expressions hid beneath a layer of plastic
The world appears as honest as television
Looking out, I see monolithic signs consuming
The holy sacraments devoured so discreetly
It's magnificent how the faces rise from desolation
Tectonic plates shifting, feeding strange barren figures
I can feel your distant interest
Deconstructing my ambitions
We live inside of walls
Built to keep us calm
Lines of code connect our love and redirect our anger
My eyes are under someone else's control
Advertising a more fulfilling life
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Trevor's Lightning Project Lexington, Kentucky
Trevor's Lightning Project is a Kentucky-based progressive rock band whose music marries slow-burn grooves with energetic overdriven finales. Their debut EP 'Miasma' comes out on November, 12th.
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