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Devolved
04:02
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Black bile and indecision
Outward and into me
A life obsessing wasted over flesh unending
We can’t embody holiness
Yet we harness reigns
That pull us under to a depth that god himself can’t reach
And now the choice is
All black and gray
Remaining vices
All fade away
In times of war I tend to glorify shame,
resulting in a baseless act of lashing
out at those close to me.
In times of love I will romanticize hate,
won't it be fun to dip our bodies in the
river of ill intention?
Resilience turned to bloodshed
Leaves wet with dignity
A crimson portrait of the curse that lives inside of me.
We can’t be honest without
a sense of fearing the
Outcome of truth that shatters through our gaslit memories
Bury me with open eyes
So I can see what’s left
Of my legacy
Bury me with open eyes
I want to see what’s left of my
Legacy left bastardized
By mouths repeating my last words
“For it’s my honor
To choose depravity’s fate”
Devolved and disgraced
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2. |
Bloodbath
03:29
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They got the signal they could let it go
The insurrectionists complicit
We thought that they could never sink this low
Well here they are and sinking lower
Someone once said there’s strength in letting go
But I’d rather be an imposition
To those who pander to all the unknowns
Protecting nothing like the life and soul of
Unborn children
Making sure not to lead
(God forbid)
Altruistically
We let the men of war control our homes
Intoxicated with the vision
I can’t exist knowing all that I know
Perpetuate and feed the system
We’re up against a global circumstance
A designation by the government
For time and money to be evident
They pave the way and line the pockets of the
Old white “good guys”
For god and country for
(Their racist beliefs)
For lady liberty
Forced her hands down
The throats of those who face
(Come get us, motherfuckers)
Face down hypocrisy
I think we’ve got a lot of bleeding to do
I think we’ve got a lot of bleeding to do
With one hand on the word of your god and the other proclaiming truth
Oh, I think we’ve got a lot of bleeding to do
I take up space in a Midwest state that’s as red as red can be
Where my son gets to hope his mom doesn’t die just to give him a sibling
So I exercised my ill-named rights granted by democracy
And I took a vote, and what I found wasn't all that shocking
By popular vote we will slice up the fortunate sons
Give me purpose
Give me their destiny
Oh how the tables turn
When we decide the time and place
Their day of reckoning
Give me purpose
Drain them of everything
Let them suffer
Let them die alone but publicly
Broadcast their bloodletting
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3. |
Symptoms
04:48
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We can’t escape our own reality
Ignoring everything that’s right in front of me
A changing face, no one to bother me
Wrapped in the chains of endless nights and wasted dreams
For now I’ll go into the deepest hole I have ever known
Engage the decay
Regurgitate and pray
Erase memories
Of endless terrorizing
In younger days of ignorant purity
All I wanted was someone to comfort me
Until the grave plagues all your daydreams
I can’t relate to anything you have to say
For now I’ll choke
And let your hands around my neck become my hope
What have we done?
When we’re running out of questions
But we’re left with all these answers
Take this story from the basement
And I’ll share it with the masses
I was suffering a symptom
in every single dimension
Always running from myself with
no intended direction
But there’s a single choice
That I’ll have to make selflessly
If I’ll ever understand the depths of humanity
Show me a purpose
I need a reason for living
Show me purpose
I need a reason
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4. |
Malice & The Fire
03:59
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Wading in this apoplectic haze
The weight of the world, the death in your gaze
Standing on the edge of callous change
Indignant to your success, my shame
I found proof
Original sin, the snake, and the fruit
In wasting our youth
Sever the ties
Follow procedures
We all fall in line
Forfeit your rights
Embrace the deceiver
He wins every time
Sever your spine
Collapse into pieces
We all fall in time
Rip out your eyes
They see what we teach them
What’s real in disguise
Resonating misanthropic hate
I’ve made up my mind, too battered and bent
Saved for those who question my disdain
Glamorous doom, repentance inane
I refuse
To believe in those who doubt
The hangman and noose
Let ‘em swing
Oh how we moved in the breeze
Now we’re dancing
Before they set fire to the trees
The paradox unveiling
Everything I am
Is what I have to be I ought to be
The unsuspecting truth
Of what I am and what I want to be
It all comes down to who
I am or what I am or born to be
The unrelenting threat
Of who I have to be I ought to be
It all comes down to you
And who you are and who you want to be
Exactly who is who?
You are. I am. We are and have to be
It all comes down to you
To us. To this. To me and everything
What’s the final call when all the walls collapse
To flee the scene or burn?
When the smoke gets in your lungs
What exactly do you do?
When you’re bleeding out alone
What exactly do you do?
(Let the fire burn us all. Let the fire cleanse our soul)
I’m burning away
I’ve wasted my days
I cannot believe
The things that I’ve said
But I’ll admit
I’ll admit when I’m wrong
I’m taking the stage
For the chance to say
I know what I did
The consequences
So I’ll admit
I’ll admit that I am wrong
Look me in my brand new eyes
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5. |
Imminent Collapse
04:22
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How could I do this a thousand times
And still look you in the eye with the same excuses
I’ve tried to let my faith rely on the strength of better men
Who are capable and rid of the vile
Worship comes in waves of self entitlement
What comes next is calculated carnage
Give me the knife
Cut my only desire
Deaf dumb wasted and tired
Tet you’re here choosing union of flesh and a child
Here’s my escape from the world
I think I’ll stay here for awhile
Remember my name, the curse that I owned
Carved in this ever fading stone
It wasn’t our time, so take this advice
Never regret the times you felt alive
We both die a million different lives
With each word that hangs across the air
So putrid with a million different lies
It’s me, it’s not your fight
It’s a war of broken hemispheres
And trenches deep enough to bury light
Light comes in abandonment of walls we build
Breaking through each selfish brick of solitude
Show me the right way down this miserable path
Without the need of collapse
Of the mind of the body of secrets I’ve kept
Here now I’ll give it a chance…
But I won’t give it my best
So let’s lay this all to rest
So we both know that there’s
No coming back from this
What if I decide that I am done with
The daily battle of the vices
And self inflict as many wounds
As relapses I kept hid
There’s no escaping what you’re born with
As compulsive as I’m imbalanced
You tried your best to be the strength that I
Don’t deserve for a lifetime
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6. |
The Slaughter
04:49
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Come on come on come on
Incite the violence that brings the dawn of a new age
Every day there are more of us
Ready to deconstruct
The dehumanizing
Classes that shape
Who can stay and who is safe
Who’s the target
Who’s to blame
Who’s up next to eradicate
Warfare of the lowest kind
Based on instinct, fight or flight
Lose the badge, lose the guns
No political affiliation
No more sides, rally cries
This is a primal act of war
And to the victor go the spoils
Shut up shut up shut up
There’s no more use in explaining truth to the fetishists
The writhing mass of degenerates
Red white and blue blood Americans
Failure of man
The bottom rung of the
Class System that they made up
The bigots we call patriots
Let's call this what it is
Unprecedented ignorance
Convenient outlet for your hate
Mob mentality of the weak
Follow blindly commander in creep
You bootlicking fucks
This is a call to arms
Relentlessly pushing walls white supremacy built
And cracking Nazi skulls
You’d think it would be a unanimous yes
When asked to preserve life regardless of skin
But its not, so here we are
There’s a fire that burns
The rage that’s filling out desperate lungs
Our words used to turn into ash
But now they ignite with our gasoline tongues
With a strike of a match
And this brand new epiphany
We’re alive once again
But this time not so subtly
Listen, I can use the same rhetoric as you
And I can make the words fit
Make the words fit my agenda too
O death now where are thy plagues?
O death now where is thy sting?
O death now where is thy grave?
It awaits all our enemies
Let's give ‘em some hell, kids
Batten down all the hatches
Now that we’re hell bent
On proving we won’t be silenced
This is our chance
It’s our only hope
The time is right now for them to see their kingdom fall
For all of my sons
And my daughters
I promise to do my part in
The slaughter
Violence begets violence
Begin
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7. |
Filth
04:25
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Anchors away
Reporting live this destitution and misery
Scrolling like the blind
Our days are measured in consumption rates
That feed our need for the dying
The damage ideation
The breaking and the fall
The lie that we deserve this
When we deserve nothing at all
In times of desperation
Our backs against the wall
Surrender to the culprit
Destroyer of the world
Everything at once isn’t anything at all
We weren’t meant to see every second, every flaw
Every suicide and shooting, mass or one off kills
So bury me in endlessness of cheap exciting thrill
Certain death with every click, perpetually numb
Biding time, the sun will rise to try again tomorrow
This constitutes a sickness, a masquerade of filth
That catapults my wandering mind into the lie
We’re not alright
Wash me in blood of
The latest wars and the gossip
The fashion and the obsession
Just give us some sensation
This is the final call
Who wants a shot at their infamy
Don’t forget to smile for the camera now
Or the bullet from the fucking pigs
Have we gone to far
This has spread like a fatal disease
Don't forget to choke down the pill that is
The pride of the American Dream
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Funeral Language Indianapolis, Indiana
Funeral Language is the project of multi-instrumentalist Alex Eilers from Indianapolis, IN. Drawing inspiration from 2000s era metalcore bands like The Bled, Misery Signals, and Norma Jean, Funeral Language delivers pummeling riffs, pleading screams, and panic chords with urgency and poise. ... more
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