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Punish the Weak
05:12
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Death from the skies!
Watch your foes fall before you.
None escape your eyes,
All that lives is dust before you.
Death from the skies!
Punish the weak who dare defy you.
None can reprise,
Feed the demon that lives inside of you.
A swift delivery to the enemies of the empire,
Advanced weaponry; anoint with a baptism of fire.
With bludgeoning precision,
You kill men, women, and children.
You make the final decision,
You butcher, you slaughter, you maim, you murder.
Guardian of the empire,
Destroy those who can't protect themselves.
Big fucking man, mighty fucking warrior.
You defend nothing.
You protect nothing.
You stand for nothing.
You are worth nothing.
You make me sick.
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Annihilator
06:20
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Lost, afraid, frustrated, your hatred ferments.
The tiny creatures gnaw at you in the dark.
They latch on, they burrow under your skin.
Becoming a living nightmare.
Something inside you breaks into a thousand lacerating pieces,
Your hands grasp and they won't let go.
The horrors inside your head stretch their shadowy tentrils,
They reach out for lives to destroy.
We're both victims of the same system,
It's sunk its claws into me many times before.
But there's no coming back from a place like this,
The monster you've become is somehow perfectly human.
You've gone too far, now you're not coming back.
You're gone forever, and so are your children.
There is no justice, there is no hell,
There is only what we create.
The things we keep inside will grow;
The mind has so many cracks to seep into.
This keeps happening,
And it's not changing.
The song of the annihilator
Plays over and over and over and over again.
May their silence haunt you just like their screams.
May their faces inhabit every mirror.
May the only peace you find be the peace of the grave.
May their silence haunt you.
Murderer.
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Lovecraft in Brooklyn
04:36
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It Stares Back
09:30
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Searching eyes for signs of life.
Staring at myself in black and white.
As the corpse in the mirror stares back at me.
Sleep brings only terrors and nightmares.
If I found a reflection without me, would I have a place there?
I can't live like this, but I'm not ready to die.
Break free, lest the abyss consume you,
You've found your way down a darkened path.
Break free, lest the abyss become you,
The way out gets dimmer every single day.
Cut loose like some vestigial instinct;
I can't cling to what's killing me anymore.
The more I hate myself, the more I hate myself,
the more I hate myself, the more I hate.
Break this dead cycle, break this dead cycle.
Splayed out on the table, dissected and unrecognizable,
Locate all infected components.
Laid out and cut open, ripped apart and brutalized,
Stripped down to essential parts.
Now, you will hear me!
Heed my decree!
I banish thee!
Nevermore to be!
Hear me, I banish thee!
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Sacral Boston, Massachusetts
Sacral (adj) - Pertaining to sacred rites or observances.
Often refers to the second chakra,
which relates to emotion, creativity, self-expression, sexuality, and emotional well-being.
While "sacral" is usually pronounced with a long A (SAY-krull), the band name is pronounced with a short A (SACK-rull) to emphasize its common root with "sacrificial."
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