1. |
Futures Run Free
05:07
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I watched your mind cave in
I watched your vision splinter
I felt your whisper in the dark
As the walls grow thinner
As the walls grow thinner
I saw your eyes contorting
Taunting inquisition
I watched you choke on misery
And feed our confusion
I felt your skin beneath the bone
I watched you sprout hind legs
A gift to see you free
When god’s child has died
And futures run free
I watched your tears recoil
I slept in a stranger’s arms
I felt your skin beneath the bone
I felt your mind cave in
I see your love in the dark
As the walls grow thinner
I watched you burn to ash
A gift to see you free
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2. |
Pocket Seed
08:57
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Bestial pangs
brand us like pigs
A vermin’s taste for
cathartic bliss
Severed utopia looms
beyond a gorge of
meat and fumes
What you’ve waited for
No moment like now
Bleeding antrum under
Killing moons
An unending misery
This body, this womb
What you’ve cried for
Sink your hand into mine
Fading lantern under
Dying moons
The untended fate
My conscience, my tomb
Bury your suffering my son
Bleed your memories clean
Until the next dawn
Your scent remains with me
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3. |
Threads
05:44
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(Instrumental)
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4. |
Elesia
10:05
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Black holy water
You’re my poison
in the well
Like kindling in the prophecy
A changeling at the knell
They cower at its mercy
Endowed with fatal lust
Like all fettered children
Bred to devour, dust to dust
Prostrate victim, tool of
the caliphate
Castrate your christ
Wrought disciple in its wake
Arise unborn stalker
Like kindling in the bait
Death comes closer to me
In each placid dream state
Black holy water
Like a shadow of the sun
Cast my face in memoriam
Sew my seed with a gun
Prostrate victim, tool of
the caliphate
Castrate your christ
Wrought disciple in its wake
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5. |
Pogroms
04:28
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Mutual targets
Elected fatal indifference
Pogrom’s humane carcass
Impaled in our defense
Resign to fallen legions
We were many but still died
Enduring god’s affliction
Refused a right to suicide
Abhorrent defector
Unleash your smile today
Starving black traitor
You’ll rot in sweltering rays
Swollen mask of empathy
Roaches pour from crowning lines
A holy land’s breeding ground
Of hypocritical lies
A torso without legs
A body without ties
Vile ways to settle our debt
When last rites are said
Condemn your branded father
Burning dead traitor
Endure my sovereignty
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6. |
Afterbirth
05:34
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Unremitting loss
Smear your presence on the wall
Light your desire like
Cremation’s flame
And pull the shortest straw
What life becomes
Is only worth an end
Empty your pockets
And justify their means
Light your desire like
Cremation’s flame
Falter in its hallowed beam
Engorging idyllic spleen
Wilted beauty
Harbinger of dying love
From the flesh of meat gone foul
Lick my conscience off the wall
Wilted beauty
Life born between its legs
In the flesh of meat gone foul
Is the pain of god’s last hour
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7. |
Grey Orchids
06:09
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Control was pride
When your love became
My hunter
Grey orchids at your feet
Black heaven, we’ll suffer
Melting hollow, smile cuts
Through dead flesh
Earthbound morrow comes
To the soil, from the sun
Grey orchids at your feet
Obsession burns in effigy
To see no end
Oblong servant
Twisting in its coil
Your fate will be a gift
To me, beyond your futile toil
Inside you’ll writhe
but comfort lies below
In hell we see a fragment
Of futures yet to sow
Earthbound morrow comes
To the soil, from the sun
Grey orchids at your feet
The world burns for everyone
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8. |
Fragments Bleed
04:07
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Infertile beloved
Cast the first stone
Build me a prison
For all light that never shone
Careening into prophecy
Dead theories born of fear
Dissecting true faith
Our fragments bleed
so we can start again
so we can start again
Infertile beloved
Forge a carnal tomb
We beckon vile fantasies
Of dying in the womb
Confronting twisted prophecies
Dead vision born of fear
Inseminated whore of nihil
She’ll bleed
for our survival
for our survival
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Zabus Washington, D.C.
Washington, D.C. avant-garde/psychedelic rock collective, featuring former members of Gorazde and Zero Swann.
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