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False_Start
02:19
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I hate the moon—I am afraid of it—for when it shines on certain scenes familiar and loved it sometimes makes them unfamiliar and hideous.
It was in the spectral summer when the moon shone down on the old garden where I wandered; the spectral summer of narcotic flowers and humid seas of foliage that bring wild and many-coloured dreams. And as I walked by the shallow crystal stream I saw unwonted ripples tipped with yellow light, as if those placid waters were drawn on in resistless currents to strange oceans that are not in the world. Silent and sparkling, bright and baleful, those moon-cursed waters hurried I knew not whither; whilst from the embowered banks white lotos blossoms fluttered one by one in the opiate night-wind and dropped despairingly into the stream, swirling away horribly under the arched, carven bridge, and staring back with the sinister resignation of calm, dead faces.
And as I ran along the shore, crushing sleeping flowers with heedless feet and maddened ever by the fear of unknown things and the lure of the dead faces, I saw that the garden had no end under that moon; for where by day the walls were, there stretched now only new vistas of trees and paths, flowers and shrubs, stone idols and pagodas, and bendings of the yellow-litten stream past grassy banks and under grotesque bridges of marble. And the lips of the dead lotos-faces whispered sadly, and bade me follow, nor did I cease my steps till the stream became a river, and joined amidst marshes of swaying reeds and beaches of gleaming sand the shore of a vast and nameless sea.
Upon that sea the hateful moon shone, and over its unvocal waves weird perfumes brooded. And as I saw therein the lotos-faces vanish, I longed for nets that I might capture them and learn from them the secrets which the moon had brought upon the night.
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Spongiform
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MindSplitSunday(SoulSplitTuesday)
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Lazer Death Machine_II
03:48
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It's crushing my chest now
Backs bound to break
I can't feel my limbs, man
Do you know what it takes?
To take a breath when
Every second is pain
I'll swim in my shit then
Rot away in my cage
Everything is conditional
No matter how strong the love
It comes, it goes
Didn't anybody tell you life's a murder show?
Don't tell me you didn't know
Don't tell me you didn't know
(I'm all alone in the dark, can anybody hear me?)
(I'm all alone in the dark, salvation are you near me?)
I'm coughing blood now!
Vision fades to grey!
Give me my medicine!
Poison the well I drink!
Everything is conditional
No matter how strong the love
It comes, it goes
Didn't anybody tell you life's a murder show?
Don't tell me you didn't know
Don't tell me you didn't know
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Chuletas
04:20
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(Interlude)_Vermiis Mysteriis
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Lazer Death Machine_III
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Thieves
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Ovamancy (feat. alexSlander & Clay Mathews)
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