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A Murderous Circus

by Mourning Beloveth

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The dregs of the morning drift by greeting us with leaden winged despair So come down It clapsps with crooked hands and tears at the torso, ripping the flesh So come down It leaves but the scum, filth of the earth, stranded poisonous Soak up the arid wasteland through every fibre of my being Hold on to the high crashing wave, it may be our only chance of escape So come down, come down with me, it may be our only chance of escape Lurking in the shadows psychological self loathing violent desire Slaughter the first born the debris of joy it's all that's left But this is my only chance of escape the crashing wave So I'll hold on until I crumble under the weight A stagnant pit of twisted bones and contorted features wrapped in flesh Yet stranded to wallow between the walls of destruction A vacuum created by the desolation and loss of hope a sigh A sighm a fatal glance to the fading pain that crouches in the corner For the night is upon us, the triumphant return of joy Immortality, intensity the need to escape It seems to be coming through in waves the need to escape And beneath its swell the search for absolution continues it's downward spiral I wade through the fifth, terminal hope Its infectious this murder Its infectious, this murderous circus
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Faceless, numberless days, grey isolation Time featureless crushing hope Intense corrpted Bliss moments Nothing, the Machine Everything grinds us down Escape until we seep, Nothing, the blackened soil Flying in elegant circles, drift through time and space Crumble under the wight of sheer intense bliss Where everything is nothing and nothing - everything It is a meaningless dearm from which we need to escape? Tear at the psyche To bring us down Where everything is nothing And nothing everthing Delve through the ether, drown in emptiness I need nothing, I want it all I need nothing I want the world to crawl Somewhere in its depths Lies what we have been looking for I need nothing I want it all I need nothing I want the world to crawl Flying in elegant circles, drifting through time Crumble under the weight of sheer intense bliss Where everything is nothing and nothing - everything Is it a meaningless dream From which we need to escape? Tear at the psyche to bring us down The machine rolls through town

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released March 29, 2005

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It may have seemed a sign of hope that we are surrounded by humanity, but they are merely there to pick our bones, malignant. Growing on the mind like mould, a mere sliver of light drifting between wars and plagues for there is no sound of silence, no famine of the mind ... more

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