1. |
Der Abfall
00:48
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Waste! Waste! Wasting away!
I'd rather not move today!
Consume! Consume! Consume the day!
There's no way, any way!
The sloth bewails at no avail!
This bomb's lit fuse is frayed!
There's only nothing left to say!
Dust in the wind just blows away!
Decay! Decay!
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2. |
Burn Out
10:57
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3. |
Heat Wabe
06:13
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4. |
noiisun
02:57
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5. |
Falling Up?
02:29
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7. |
Red Membranes
01:52
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8. |
White Daze
00:18
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9. |
Psychoswandranglier
00:04
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10. |
Atrophic Organ
00:46
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11. |
Beat Machinery
02:45
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12. |
BUTTERLUNGs
01:16
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13. |
Vile Isle
01:30
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This feels just like before
I’ve washed ashore a grandiose architecture
The bricks are inert, so far away
I can’t find or know what or why I’ve come
but harbor a vague familiarity
The parasites in my skin have rotted me to the core
I don’t remember anymore
I’m lost and won’t be found with only revelry,
never sound
The sand is quick around my feet
The water’s gone down the well
The trees begin to swell and I can see their knots
Their dark and dry bark begins to rot
Their burning leaves fall from the air
and spark the sand
The Earth sighs a reprimand
Reaching out a hand god relayed to Death
Decayed, Hell and the world simmer and sink to the brink
and over the edge
I feel the fall of all I’ve known and
close my eyes, forgotten, disowned
to feel like before I had crumpled the world
The reaping crops which I had sewn
I open my eyes and somehow I’ve grown
The water washes my face
and I find a new place to drown
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14. |
Drowndoubt
01:18
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15. |
Chrystal Morning
01:10
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16. |
Cabessant
04:55
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17. |
Tangled
04:12
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20. |
The Hunchbacked Organist
07:29
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21. |
Hopper of Grass
08:44
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22. |
Sun Cabe
06:57
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23. |
Aural
08:57
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24. |
Fruitility
01:03
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I can feel it in my mind!
It’s time
to grind
the chunks
and chop
the mush
this trash
could push
a thousand pounds!
The blade won’t cut too deep,
but a solid whack
and the wholes are halves
and the green is red!
The watermelon is dead!
I don’t wanna know!
I don’t wanna care!
I don’t want to fear
another rotten rind!
FRUITILITY!
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25. |
Primitive Tanks
00:51
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26. |
Wabe Tundulating
12:49
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27. |
Transcendentalmissions
00:32
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Roan Toan Toany Lincoln, Nebraska
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