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Distant Dreams
04:18
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Tied to a world
Gridlocked inside
Distant dreams
Tease my hollow mind
To cut through mundane life
Yet flounder in the deep
Of a barren canyon
Paved by bores thirsting reprieve
Squabbling in infectious fiends
Floating in induced subduction
Feeds an endless greed
Feeds my worthless being
At times I wonder
What naive sense lacking wonder
Instead I'm shrouded in distant dreams
There is no other
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2. |
Hypoglycaemia
02:36
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Take a pew
The kettle is roaring and so are you
You sir, the man with the twisted face
You’re welcome to stay a while
The clocks are frozen over now
My eyes are more open
Then life before
The sweat it pours
Seeping through the cracks in the wooden floor
Into the hell below
Don’t even mention the war
My blood work declines
Time to go to sleep
Time to numb the carving
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3. |
Chicanery
03:46
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Welcome my succubus
Come in warm my bones
Milk your fears condensed
To entropy I ingest
A pained floral disguise – come flay me alive
Rinse and repeat with those fetish hands
Built on broken bodies we marry emotions in lunacy
Dabble in black phlegm like Neanderthals…
And fuck every hole till it gapes
And in the negative space we once danced
In your spiralling insanity
We could never resist seduction
The art of chicanery
Flay me alive
Rinse and repeat
Fuck every hole till it gapes
Chicanery
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4. |
To Taste Your Contempt
03:24
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Diving into deeper wounds
Building a new identity
Immersed in the prejudice
Growing and growing a feral child
This fucking utter bitter taste
My skin painted in porcelain
I drag myself against the bitumen once more
And through the reeking decay
To live in your wake
Your derelict anal shelter
To taste your contempt
And the melting of your face
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5. |
Anamnesis
04:30
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Time rests in stillness
It weighs yet levitates
Laments in my sickness
It’s so scarce others negate
Bearing the black cells
Their lab rat coined body and soul
My valiant struggle towards death
Shadows baneful regrets I toll
And in my last minute breath I realise
Life, death, it’s no play to set stage
No news feed, rat race or lottery
Fearful barriers to downstage
(Too late) to learn the simple line
‘To suffer not suppress’
Pain signifies
Insipid being undressed
So pause in my passing
And grasp what I should have known
Feeble triumphs mean nothing
When we all die alone
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Woewarden Australia
‘In the hands of the creator, I am the nails of every hammer.’
Bleak Atmospheric Black Metal hailing
from Perth, Western Australia.
Featuring past and present members of Deadspace, Crypt Crawler, Doomcave, Flesh Worship and Bloodstained Angel, Woewarden blend pummeling percussion, razor sharp guitar work and piercing vocals to weave a desolate tapestry of torment and despair.
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