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From the Blow
03:54
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My skin cracks from the blow
A thirteenth blow just to show
What they think I should know
I'm bleeding, bruised, on the floor
Still the copper goes for more
To thrash my body crush my core
A battle since the dawn of power
Passionate trauma by the hour
Society tastes so fucking sour
But our resolve is strong
They feed it with their constant wrongs
I know the revolution will be long
But I believe in revolution!
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2. |
Raven
03:26
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Force sexless of nothing
Envelope me in your void
Surround me with your blackness
Encompass this dark world
Esoteric happening
Love of the crone reborn
Flying through black ether
Living from known scorn
The yew calls this darkness love
Oak shines in the rain
Crowing from another realm
This underworld's refrain
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3. |
Keep Buying Things
03:23
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Is the point of life just to have more things
To earn more cash get super thin
buy the next TV, the right Asian food
Feed the fads, feel anew.
Is the point of life to drift aimlessly
Down the tow path with the family
Dress the kids in the latest threads
Then drown the puppies ripped from their beds
Is the point of life just to have more fun
Keep on drinking girl fuck everyone
Keep the vomit down although that seems absurd
Keep trudging through, don't speak a word
What am I looking for in all this fun
What am I looking for on the canal with Mum
TV is shit and makes me scream
I've starved myself and shaved pristine.
What are we looking for in the latest car
As we drive about poisoning the stars
Is this the peak of it our time here
Buying things because we're lost in fear
Created woes are now our everyday
As we take the kids to the park to play
Our thoughts are locked by those who know the game
Those who work against us, with no shame.
Keep buying things don't think beyond
Keep buying things and you'll belong
Keep buying things you dunno why
Keep buying things that make you cry
Keep buying things that make you coo
Keep buying things that manipulate you
Our thoughts are boxed our thoughts are holed
By corporate greed and those in the know
It doesn't pay if we search for truth
In the soil we walk on, in horn and hoof
It doesn't pay if we look around
At all her nature at the profound
Then you're lost in the world unknown
Despatched departed dismissed as stoned
Keep buying things don't think beyond
Keep buying things and you'll belong
Keep buying things you dunno why
Keep buying things that make you cry
Keep buying things that make you coo
Keep buying things that manipulate you
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4. |
Queen Wasp
03:50
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Fierce protectress, big eyes
Watching over me
Understands the depth of my soul
Here at the edge of society
Many cast her aside
Afraid of the pain
Many cast her aside
Afraid of the poison that heals
Fierce protectress, big eyes
Watching over you and me
Understands the depth of our souls
Here at the edge of reality
Many cast her aside
Afraid of the pain
Many cast her aside
Afraid of the poison that heals
But it's the poison that heals
Bringer of wind
Bringer of power
Bringer of air
Bringer of fire
Bringer of wind
Bringer of power
Bringer of air
Bringer of fire
Fire in her temper
Fire in her sting
Fire in her temper
Fire she brings
Fire in her temper
Fire in her sting
Fire in her temper
Fire she brings
Fire fire!
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5. |
Drag Me From the Lake
04:14
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Bring me the magick
Throw me a line
Show me once more
A sick way to shine
Promise the world
Expect nothing flat
Circles of hurt
Spirals spin flat
Give me the burn
Ignite my desire
Deliver me peace
From inside this pyre
Face creased with pain
Alone in the dark
Waiting for light
The fire to spark
Knowing it's true
Help me to fake
This peace inside
As I drown in this lake
This peace inside
As I drown in this lake
This peace
This lake
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Just like the revolution
And at Bharat's heed
I can feel you slipping
Slipping away from me
The violence in our fucking
The police building's on fire
Once delivered great things
Now waned to desire
The bottom has fallen completely
From our future plans
Of anal sex in the tops of trees
Chewing the dick off the man
Drive to change the inside
Killed by society
Killed by conservatism
Again we're on our knees
The revolution and my love
Are they slipping away from me
The circus trucks may be vandalised
But statism vandalised me
The revolution and my love
Are they slipping away from me
The circus trucks may be vandalised
Statism vandalised me me me me!
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7. |
Path of Orchids
02:48
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The orchids burn
and the juices flow
Seering my abdomen
My cries aglow
From the wounds in my groin
The mounds of my pleasure
My prahna ebbs
I have lost what I treasure
Supine and vulnerable
Like at no other time
The chill through the window
Brings hope alive
The death god breezes past me
And leaves to the fool anew
And from the inside
Chattering louder grew
Face down in the abyss
With no destination vision
I fear I've seen what I'm too become
Initiation into the final ritual
Five aspects
Acquisitions lived
This path I know
Will take more than I can give
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Anarcho, pagan, gothic, psychedelic Witchpunk band from London.
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