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Y2K

by Y2K

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1.
worst birth chart, you let yourself write it all off I saw you piece it together, I’ve seen you pick it apart you place your faith in the sky, take from it what you intended peel back clouds, gaze way way way up high don’t trust the horizon; it's too cheap to abide it’s just an excuse; formulas for a fraud to abuse you can’t own your mistakes. you're too caught up in retrograde i still don’t believe it, it doesn’t add up it doesn’t mean shit, make sense of yourself
2.
First Flower 01:57
I saw the flower when I was boy plucked from the earth in a moment of joy it was dead in a weekend, it withered away all its petals discarded I saw them decay what opens the sky, broken ablaze burning alive to the end of the days we take from the soil much more than it gives so watch it grow weak for as long as it lives and how does it live dry up the ocean or swallow it whole you chew through the jungle and pick your teeth with the bones a mandate from heaven delivered from on high what struggles to breathe most certainly dies I saw the sunset when I was still new it means so much more now than I ever knew I saw the flower
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you languish the bite but you claim that you’re weak you care deeply in thought but you still need to eat so you press through the meal passing scraps to the dog any guilt that you feel, it doesn’t linger for long it’s the natural order, you're at the top of the chain and all the slaughter and torture well it wasn’t in vain you don’t need the protein, you don’t kill to eat and it’s not the stone age, you just enjoy the meat it’s not evolution when you broil your steak I don’t want your excuses, you just like the taste choke
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the sickle that swings at the end of all things blood god asleep when only death is clean how is it not? life should be brief, grant me reprieve the respite of sleep come as it may I don’t wanna leave, I know I can’t stay we’re risen to fall so come take the reap of it all flesh born to decay so don’t let me waste it away this clock knows not remorse, you'll find peace on foreign shores as long dead mothers sing, I bid the sickle swing
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fraud don’t speak, your language it’s poison fraud in shame, the context it’s pointless fraud, enough you’re a fraud, you set the rules to box out the truth far away from the fools fraud, too saintly to kill a delusional pawn stripped of your will you’re just so clever,the way you disguise your agenda they can’t even tell a bounty of hope, you can’t reach the quota do you circulate dope or just tally the total? do your blessings all count, are you still in his grace with the hatred you preach painted over your face? well I hope that you’re right at the end of the day so you answer to something that you cannot escape crawl back to the cross, you lead the lost right back to the cross christless, lost
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Cagemakers 01:46
each time I fall I feel your specter you teach me to crawl til I walk away I've got nowhere to go and I'll never get there you won't let me speak but what would I say? the sorrow and loss were all that I knew all the hatred I felt passed down from you the surface of shame, is this what I deserve? 'cause I can't return all the anguish I've earned I can't shake it off, it's all that I know born into pain, raised in a cage with a terrible thought for what
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loss you sunder the flesh for the cause you milk it to maintain the cost to sharpen the edge of the cross a currency you can't exhaust you delegate grief to the lost wash, stay clean the grief of living or death in heat this gift of un-living bodies at rest death, pain war is pain, war is exploiting the game war is the beast without chains don't try to defend your agenda you poison the milk warfucker do as you will warfucker profit from the kill warfucker poison the milk

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released January 1, 2000

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