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Distance Cradle
07:30
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Distance Cradle
Floating with the moon
One eye blinking; spasmic images of all of you
Less abused
Helps me sleep at night
Wake up
Feared dreams remain, vivid and pulsing, surging with sickness
Deflated, I return, to taste the earth again
With frostbite thawed and forgotten, I enter the blizzard
Retracing the steps once left behind
Find me, hold me, kiss my head
Hear me
I’m mute to you,
Though my wounds’ revealed, and I’m bleeding out
Your empathy’s failed; you sit there picking at scabs, ever beckoning me to bandage them
With sores still weeping
I’ll limp home, alone, again
Licking at my wounds with a bleeding tongue
A regretful relapse
A failed faith
A forgotten lesson, relearned
Slide back under the covers
Distance Cradle
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2. |
The Devil's Herd
08:53
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Blue jeans and a box over your head
Honouring the franchise
Common man, common King, common swine
I’m not fooled by your collar
Beneath your skin is filth, it’s exhaust is your mouth;
Your words are a foul odour dressed in scum
I long to jam them back in
High on your pulpit, the stage for your gaffe
Your insults burn at the back of your throat, ready and waiting to be exhaled
Superior being, shame those who don’t conform
Bent over, taking the hits, bruising deeper with every blow
Trying to forge our way, to please you
You’ve already decided, declared us unworthy,
Typecast us all, citing your fascist doctrine
Unable to peel back the skin, or to see beyond a decorated façade
To you, I am just a malignant vagabond, and “they” don’t belong
I’ll not be reduced to your lame qualities
I’ll not dissolve amongst a docile swarm
If difference is the devil, then here awaits your hell.
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3. |
Hell's Massacre
09:55
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Withered souls
Emotions gutted
Their past evaporated
Eternities of history incinerated in seconds
Anguish devoured hope
Charcoaled stains
Unable to awaken from this catastrophic nightmare
One man’s foolishness, and the earth dies
Melted into misery
One giant crematorium
Flames puncture the walls and gnaw at the living
All was devoured in the monsters’ roar
Night turned to day from the glare of this inferno
Hell became earth bound
Sight blinded by ash blackened skies
Smoke smothering the earth
Ghosts roam the streets of scorched rubble
Cremated are the bones of yesterday’s living
Nothing left to rot
Arsonists became murderers who became victims to their own diabolical crime
In stealing God's hand and demolishing creation
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4. |
Paperless Face
08:09
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I’m tired, help me see
Lift my head, support me
Help me find a life that’s lost
That’s caught in a dream
Free me
I’m tired
Wake me up
Pry my eyes open
Pinch me so hard I bleed
Hear me, release me
Give this breath worth
Find me
You’ve dragged me along, and left my wounds open
Left them to weep, and I weep in front of you
Those hands won’t stitch me, those words are empty
You fill your pockets with faces
But ours get left behind
I’m tired
Here I lie, still dormant, still waiting
You’ve deceived me
You’ve used me and left me empty
Screaming, I suffer in silence
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Tomorrow We'll be Kings
06:44
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Wading through the days and sleepless nights
An eternal quest
We are mere minions striving for a better label
Always working toward something, disregarding what’s already there;
Tomorrow I’ll see you, tomorrow I’ll be there
Yesterday’s dream banal, the world wants more
Sucked into this madness
Shackled to this ritual
Maintain the façade
Tomorrow we die
Persistence grows weary; one day is nudged into never
Failed existence rots away, silent in the abys
Sink deeper, more forgotten, dissolved into nothingness
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6. |
In Winter, We are Lost
12:53
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Lone leaf
Spawn of one
One of many
Inflorescence, reinstating existence
Strengthening the bloodline
Leaves unfurled
A portrayal of life, of love
This façade, worn like a mask
Protecting, hiding, deflecting
The internal struggle
Sharing the shelter
Sharing the sun
A forced coexistence
Spawn of one
The anthesis end
Float away on the wind
Discoloured, brittle,
Lost of kin
Like a leaf, I leave
Like leaves, we’ve left
Raked together as crumbs
Reunited, together we’ll decay
And merge with the earth
As one
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7. |
The Feed
07:51
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Able to count each waking breath
Born into the slaughter
Grave-less place of death
The hunt has mutated;
Breathing bodies line the floors
Pre-packaged corpses shroud by steel
Skin slick in waste, that burns at the throat by the breath
Little black flies swarm
Mothers, turned into whores, turned into mothers, then turned again
And you cradle your child with blood-soaked hands
Born into the hands of masters, of Gods
Lives dictated, plagued by their strings
Their existence distorted
Mutilated sentient beings
Enduring pitiful plight
The foreboding fate awaits
The last twitch,
Rendered silent
Like a leaking goon bag hung from a line
Drips staining the floor beneath
It’s flesh to fill the bellies of a benighted herd
Pre-packaged corpses line the shelves
Emulating the lives they’ve lost
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Promethean Misery Blue Mountains, Australia
'Promethean Misery' is melancholic dark music infused with elements of Doom Metal. It is the solo project of multi-instrumentalist Samantha Kempster.
Previous bands include "Myraeth" and "Lycanthia".
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