Oak (USA-1) : Oak (Demo)
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1. RISE SUN
Waiting for the scream of blades through my flesh
The burning scrape that gets inside of my brain and won't let go
Filled in with the concrete and the pulse of dying birds under my feet
I want to close my eyes and see it
A coffin lid and its studied surface
It starts from deep inside you all have been watching anyway
See it surface and take hold
And now my teeth are scalpels dissecting all that enters this body
Shaking in the early morning suffer my addictions
Waiting for the sun to finally rise
And I will forget as well or try to at least
Wander into worlds where my tongue is bitten with broken teeth
Every slurred words hurts but sets the fires for tomorrow
Sun is expected to rise for to day
No longer knowing
Forgotten wished away
Songs of love in the morning
howls of hate in the evening
The grave is awaiting
Share the little bits with those left around me
Till I'm dead and gone
Hearing the blood scream
for the last time through this vessel
I fade into dreams
Timeless voids wishing they'd last forvever
2. CORPSE HOME
Still sick
Daily regiment of poisons flow
They seduce this body
Grip tight on my mind
They steal away the best parts
I am left
Useless
Always feeling sicker
Deep beneath the surface of
my drained of life skin
disease is spreading
With each and every breath I take
Nourishing the void inside
Salting the wounds
Sculpting the suffering
Unbearable pain
I confide in the wounds I've spent so long manicuring
Delicate and evident in the sublevels of my consciousness
Thickened scars scabbed over then ripped open again
My blood is too thin
I'm weak and it doesn't flow properly
This body is forever dropping hints
towards the end of its function
Muscles twitch with unending desire
Shaken to the bones inside my hands
Whispers behind their voices
They are sharpening their blades
with every word spoken or thought
I'm still dying from it all of this
This corpse we call home
We belong to the concrete and illness
Tree limbs foliage wilt in the early spring
Fires ablaze in the dead of winter
Elements reversing
tormented days pass this world withers
Stained glass windows light sparkles through
Refractions of our ignorance
As it shatters I rip at my flesh with the pieces
Stood so long ago
From these calloused knees
Useless
Sickness is taking me over
In the air the water the soil
The smoke that bellows out of the flames
Carry the sickly fumes
Cycle after cycle
Useless
Cycle after cycle
This weak body succumbs
Cycle of
Unending fear
Cycle of
an ill corpse
Its all gone ill
And it will be all for our species
So have your god and sharpen your ideas I'll be sharpening my knives
My mind killing you all over and over millions of you
Homicide I hope for your suicides
Taken all from you as you have from me
Worship
Die in fear of a god that doesn't exist
Eyes have lost sight
Hands bound red and tight
No escape I've heard you whisper all along
..my diseased fragmented body
Desperately trying to function
Forever forgetting how
Stop building walls
Your hatred doesn't match mine
My anathame is sharp I'll cut you
Drink your blood as wine
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