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1. Day Nineteen: Fucking Viva

So, in the rivers float your modern times and alpha death decree
With it's fingers locked into the scum of the shore
Where the nihilist baptised a bastardized yesterday
The enders ran along outside the streams
waved to death and signed release forms to bottom feeds
And the enders' seeds stayed behind
At the homeless hills and said to themselves
"The vertigo... The death threats... the funerals... They'll never end"
Everyone in everyone and all we know what we hide
It will fail for them
it will erase for them
And it will all be done in these nights
The dead end deals, the bends the rulers break?
Line them up and we'll see what every fucking communion can take
I want us all to die with our arms wrapped around the loves of our lives
And our hands wrapped around the throats
Of the ones that never saw us coming

"The vertigo... The death threats... the funerals... They'll never end"
"The vertigo... The death threats... the funerals... They'll never end"

2. Day Twenty Eight: Targets

3. Day Twenty Six: Angles Anonymous In Transit

4. Day Twenty Nine: Reincarnation Of Lost Lones

5. Day Twenty Five: Guignol Serene

Flatline connectors guide to this house, this home
For bread and dead water and a place to call their own
A billion bottles of the bristled ice and fireflies
To ride the times of wrinkled waste and crystalled eyes
And wanted advice of the god-soaked wine
While the weapons hit the family trees, the fatals got out of their cars
On early lifts
On blood-soaked scenes
And you scanned the globe for safety zones to hide your children while thunder screamed and lightning struck the trophy wives and the father guns
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I've slept in your burning beds, I've stood in your family rooms, all stacked with priceless heirlooms of those worthless roots and skeleton lines
And together with your doppelgangers, we got on our feet and I crept in back of each and every one with piano wire in my shitty hands
One by one
On and on
The others lost their throats
The rest just lost their minds
We don't know where we are, we know it flows in the protest hours
And on and on runs the god-soaked wine

6. Day Twenty: Flesh And Below

send them in so we can sell the souls they've held so tight and drug them hard and knock them out so they can make it through the night
we'll brand our names on security codes on crosses to bear and on unsettled homes
bury all our sacred wolves
and burn all fields with sacred tombs
run
welcome wayward sons and welcome faithless daughters
father time and mother earth will fuck your skin for all its worth
welcome wayward sons and welcome faithless daughters
ive got your born agains right here amongst the fear of gods

and they came loads all intertwined by ruthless crack in spider veins
conquer-bound by candle crome
run
before they rip the meat from your stems

and they take their turn fucking up
all the beauty that youve earned on your own

because they will, because they are
welcome wayward sons and welcome faithless daughters
father time and mother earth will fuck your skin for all it's worth
welcome wayward sons and welcome faithless daughters
i've got your born-agains right here amongst the fear of gods

we drop our anchors
attached to iron jaws of guiding lights
we drop our anchors
by that candle crome
we drop our anchors
and stand point black
look into all their hungry eyes and tell them

us faithless daughters and wayward sons we are coming for you
wherever you are
a blackened night sea of one
for all that you’ve said and all you’ve done

run
motherfucker
run

7. Day Twenty Four: Gutterbomb Heaven On The Grid

8. Day Twenty Three: Invertopia/ Day Thirty: Class Warmth

9. Day Twenty One: Roam/ Day Twenty Two: Absent Civilian

10. Day Thirty One: Mission Convincers

I'll tell it like he told me
Like it happened after that rabid feast that we all heard.
Masks on the face and smoke in the air
With a city block done and revenge done served.

I wanna hear this from the hills.
I want you to hear this disguiser.

And I need you to find me in my corner table in a backlit booth
And whisper it all back to me with venom tongues.

I want you to know when we all come down
With neon breaths.
With solid sight.
With New England fog under October skies
And Paris wind on the lips of every pair of blackened eyes.

I want it all.
I want it gone.
...
...

This is a failure to comply
Painted on the walls by dirty hands untried.

And I want you to run with me.
To run with us, to run like us, to live with us.
To live like us, and die like us.
Alive like us, and die like us.

I want you to know when we all come down
I want you to hear this disguiser.

I want you to know
I want you to feel...

I want it all.
I want it gone.
...
It ain't what it...
Where are you?

With solid sight.
With solid sight.

Make no mistakes when they read what you leave on the wall
...
Make no mistakes that we believe what we live in the heart of the world that we...

We all
Resistance
Come dead the faith.
And fuck the feast.

Come dead the faith.
And fuck the feast.

Come dead the faith.
And fuck the feast.







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