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Wither

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1.
Wither 05:40
So innocent Yet no more than a fragile façade So pious Until I became her new god So delicate Before I shattered her whole So angelic As hell swarmed around her soul As I lay here and wither next to you The sweat from our bodies turns into dew A face with no flaw; a body of art Yet I have the desire to tear you apart I can spread you right open like blossoming flower Cut off the petals and make you scream louder Sever the stem and extract the seeds And plant them in the garden of my memories As I lay here and wither next to you The sweat from our bodies turns into dew A face with no flaw; a body of art Yet I have the desire to tear you apart [Pastor Charles Lawson] One day you'll lift up your eyes in hell and there's nothing you can do to change that one bit whatsoever. Hell is full of kings! Hell is full of queens! Hell knows no identity! Hell knows no distinctions! Hell is real! I wanna see a tear Run down your face Come here my child I’ll put you in your place I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I’ll covet you whole I’ll make you all mine I’ll seek refuge inside of You as my shrine My one and only Necessity Even after life You are staying with me She’s beautiful So still In nature’s clutches Dissolving into Earth
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Sun still shining and I feel no pain All my past women have forgotten my name It’s too bad my apathy’s got to me But I’ll mow down you fuckers in a shooting spree I couldn’t care less about the wrongs I’ve made Nothing can stop us falling in our graves Why not speed it up and save ourselves from pain? ‘Cause we get a little crazy when our lives get plain Broke both ankles trying to do my thing But I won’t need them when I get my wings I glide over negativity and hate Only call for dinner when there’s ass on my plate Racing like a maniac, running real late Total my whip and then accept my fate Inches from afterlife made me say That nothing guarantees getting through the day You and I I'm honestly surprised that we're still alive, but All this time I've grown to love this crazy coaster ride I tore my leg in half; I don't care At least I have two more to spare Then I yelled at them fuckers upon that stage As they cheered my name not knowing their blame A stagnant break from stressful rains Caused me to deep fry my brain As I sat back in awe at the nothingness The next thing I know, the whole day was missed So I plant my feet outside my nest And I could flap my wings or fall, I guess But this gravity that pulls on hopes Is stronger than I able to cope At least there is a breeze when I fall 'Cause I don’t feel like working at all But, hey, I'm young it's not my fault And degeneracy is all I got You and I I'm honestly surprised that we're still alive, but All this time I've grown to love this crazy coaster ride
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Solipsist 04:09
Down the road the heat lightning fills the air Deep inside, I feel something is not there Despair is a sentiment that I have Long grown out But these isolated times still remind me About my childish thoughts that still prevail Watching strobing bolts all around me Remind me of my life in detail I’m in this As a solipsist In a Matrix Alone in consciousness Living in a simulation Tends to become rather bland Hack myself into the system Shredding my world by my hands So who are you? What am I? Is existence just a lie? No, you can't even prove that this world is not just you As a child, I'd go blank drowning in my own think-tank If I died, would I wake as a fetus and retake My life the same again, forgetting all my deeds and sins Not knowing reality is an endless rerun and Nothing out the mind is a certain truth And if it's all imagination, then what's the use? I’m in this As a solipsist In a Matrix Alone in consciousness Living in a simulation Tends to become rather bland Hack myself into the system Shredding my world by my hands It’s okay. You’re not there. Everything will be repaired Once I resurrect and then the cycle will reset Now hush; lend an ear. No need to have a fear This gun against your head is just a figment up in here I can justify all the things I say and do Because I am the only one who has a fucking clue So close your eyes and don’t resist as I blow a hole This realm in which I live I am the only soul I’m in this As a solipsist In a Matrix Alone in consciousness Living in a simulation Tends to become rather bland Hack myself into the system Shredding my world by my hands
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Wide, glazed-over eyes that see Nothing that they disagree Perched upon their worthless throne With nothing but a degree "Everyone around me is nothing but a slave." Boxed inside a rainbow room Where they auto-fellate [Terry Davis] I have fuckin' divine fuckin' intellect so suck my fuckin' cock. Fuck you! We look up to you We look up to you But with knowledge comes a fine You look up to you You look up to you Yet so far from divine They write the rules to silence But their shit's smeared on the wall No credentials will save them When God descends and wipes this world clean They hold the moral compass And they walk the other way Regurgitating repugnance Craving virtue as they bray We look up to you We look up to you But with knowledge comes a fine You look up to you You look up to you Yet so far from divine You whisked yourself away then you read a few books On irrelevant, arbitrary heaps of pathos Dye that hair, get that piercing, live one life, but your soul is missing Where's that future? Guess it's gone like the money you've been pissing So what the fuck you think you know about wisdom and truth? Please tell me what you think you know about what's good for the youth Antagonize me to submission; call me what you will I know the only thing keeps you woke are Adderall pills Piled High and Damned; masters of bullshit Suck my degree; late abortions Graveyards of wombs; oblivious smirks God complexes; Mercury halos [Bill Husfelt] Please don't, please don't, please… We look up to you We look up to you But with knowledge comes a fine You look up to you You look up to you Yet so far from divine We look down on you We look down on you As the pariahs in your eyes You're not the burning bush That you tell yourself But you'll be burning when you die
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[David Koresh] Sorry some of you guys got shot, but uh... God will have to sort that out, won't He? Small town No secrets Picket fences, wind chimes Cellophane over the lies Shiny luxuries blind Any sense of intimacy Gluten-free; snow-white teeth Walk the children on a leash While the hound gets the will In western moral defeat Underwhelming, undeserving Umbrella of über-confidence Complain about the source But it all begins with "U" Who died today? Read the headlines, by the way Distract yourself From the destruction of our age A young boy, a star pupil Growing up as usual Mother brought home another Man to seal the split Just to find her outside With the boy-toy throwing hits Lip split, busted eyes Fuck it, he's gonna die Boy pulls out the rifle Blows one in his back Since the one won't enough He blew another just to check Slumped dead in his car Retribution he attained "That'll teach that motherfucker I reciprocate the pain." Blame it on the whites Blame it on the blacks Blame it on the system That stabbed them in the back Blame it on the guns Blame it on the games Blame it on the music Whatever backs the claim Blame it on the left Blame it on the right Or blame it on the one Who tried to show the light Blame it on family Blame it on the fear This reasoning will Never be clear Hard-working country man Single with a secret night-life A heart attack raged He drove straight to the surgeon's knife No peep years later For two straight weeks But when they found his body The entire house reeked Dead in his bed For over fourteen days The heated blanket on his corpse Just sped up his decay Blue and swollen As he oozed into the sheets They peeled off his stiff rot And laid his bones to sleep A family of four Like it's out a magazine Father loved his motorbike But he itched for dopamine Not a helmet on his head Could keep him from lying dead On the cold asphalt Behind a crushed truck bed The son spiraled down Frying the mind to escape But when the weed wont enough Maybe pills would stop the hate "Fuck it! End it!" Knock it back and ride into The blackness. "Embrace me!" Never again coming to [David Koresh and Joseph Koresh] "Ya know, he's my family too. Right, Joseph?" "Yeah." Blame it on the whites Blame it on the blacks Blame it on the system That stabbed them in the back Blame it on the guns Blame it on the games Blame it on the music Whatever backs the claim Blame it on the left Blame it on the right Or blame it on the one Who tried to show the light Blame it on family Blame it on the fear This reasoning will Never be clear Middle-aged man with a Love for liquor A swollen red nose Gave away his addiction And pain inflicted No wife would mention All the bruises and scars And family tension But when the cops started To tie the ends together Of all the petty thefts and crimes It didn’t matter whether If it were days in the klink Or a thousand years A shotgun blast in the mouth Was how he dealt with fear Father of two Who'd been to hell and back Raised on Ozzy and snakes But still derailed from his track Conqueror of cancer But still hooked on dope From his gun he ascended Leaving children to cope And as doom embraces Suddenly Life is more Real than ever Blame it on the whites Blame it on the blacks Blame it on the system That stabbed them in the back Blame it on the guns Blame it on the games Blame it on the music Whatever backs the claim Blame it on the left Blame it on the right Or blame it on the one Who tried to show the light Blame it on family Blame it on the fear This reasoning will Never be clear Blame it on the whites Blame it on the blacks Blame it on the system That stabbed them in the back Blame it on the guns Blame it on the games Blame it on the music Whatever backs the claim Blame it on the left Blame it on the right Or blame it on the one Who tried to show the light Blame it on family Blame it on the fear This reasoning will Never be clear Domestic disturbance Domestic disturbance Domestic disturbance Domestic disturbance Domestic disturbance Domestic disturbance Domestic disturbance Domestic disturbance [David Koresh] You come pointing guns in the direction of my wife and my kids, dammit I'll - I'll meet you at the door any time.
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Vishnu 07:32
[Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer] I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad Gita. Vishnu was tying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty, and, to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, "Now I am become Death – the Destroyer of Worlds." Midnight in the street The neon lights of clubs and bars Choke out Luna and all her stars Imprisoned in our dreams Are you impressed with what you see, When every human's blasphemy? What if the world were to tumble down And crumble at your feet? Lie awake in your bed With your lover on the other end Yet isolated in your brain And rehearse it all again Does it ever cross your mind That everything is not as fine As the nightly shows and evening news When you chose to stay in line? Docile and weary Sources of pleasure have lost their charm You think "How did I manage to get this far?" As the grass dies beneath your feet Still the years dissolve away Once a hopeful child suffused with bliss In a simple time of innocence Now praying for doomsday Strangers in your land Exploit the gifts of helpful hands And rape your way of life, still you're told To never make a stand So does is ever cross your mind That everything would all be fine If this sad joke of a planet would just Collapse from the inside? [Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer] I have been asked whether in the years to come it would be possible to kill forty million American people in the twenty largest American towns by the use of atomic bombs in a single night. I'm afraid that the answer to that question is yes. I have been asked whether there are specific counter-measures against the atomic bomb. I know that the bombs that we make in Los Alamos cannot be exploded by such counter-measures. I do not think there is any foundation for the hope that such counter-measures will be found.
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Out-of-Body 05:15
The sky would drip with love I remember the blur Throats and eyes would burn As you'd twist and turn But where did it all go? (the stretching halls and streaking lights) Out the milky air you're gone (the bitter spirits clutch my own) So wipe me from your fucking brain And leave me in my stasis until I gotta turn forth and face the wind [Terence McKenna] You can live and die inside these intellectual structures, but people of curiosity usually find themselves unsatisfied. Let's just sleep it off instead/body of lead Darkness from the infrared but far from dead Alone gazing at the sky Melting as we ponder why Let the kundalini rise, peer from three eyes Reality's a mere disguise, yet we comply [Terence McKenna] What are we, where did we come from, and where are we going? We don’t actually know what our predicament is. Meet the passed ones that we've missed. Submerge in this Event horizon of bliss – a divine kiss Scale the mighty Yggdrasil I'll fuck you as space-time stands still We clutch hands and intertwine Sprouting tears traverse our smile
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Open your weary eyes and see an abysmal plain Of steaming waste that dissolved the hardest rocks to grain Asphyxiated lungs with ecstasy Are you feeling free making angels in ash flurries? I am unimpressed with what I see Don’t start Armageddon without me Let the heavens fall and the fissures split Maybe now you'll know how to go through shit Blow the trumpets Blow the trumpets Blow the trumpets Devour the tail [Anton Lavey] …That I'm a very happy man. An extremely happy man in a compulsively unhappy world. What the world needs is a good whipping! From the ouroboros tail to beyond the pale, who gives a fuck when your world is damned to hell? Yet you spend your life making money to die just to freeze face down in Circle Nine So outstretch your arms for the sweet release since it’s the only real way to break from your leash And as the plumes stampede to the spellbound crowds, I think the dream I desired is finally found I am unimpressed with what I see Don’t start Armageddon without me Let the heavens fall and the fissures split Maybe now you'll know how to go through shit Blow the trumpets Blow the trumpets Blow the trumpets Devour the tail All you sheep, supermodels, junkies, police, criminals, all these Superficial commies, the left, the right, bitches with bruised knees Visionaries, imbeciles. Learn to suffer – your cup is full Self-righteous academics and malcontent critics All you fucking apathetic and pathetic average Joe's Momma's boys, womanizers, rich and poor, nuns and hoes All you goddamn self-important, self-indulgent superstars Fuck your ego, fuck your clout, it's time to earn a couple scars
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I O.D.'ed on thinking of you But I won't start our journey anew We all have bigger demons to face Mine seem to just keep me running in place The sun pierces through the shades But I wake when light starts to wane I wish for cumulonimbus clouds To give me a reason not to go out It's a strange world, isn't it? A scary world it seems to be And every time we try to understand, the only victims are our dreams Seven billion clowns play on a stage, and our acts will come and go Maybe I can attempt to accept or maybe… maybe tomorrow My brain drips slowly from my ears Existence gets quicker every year The folds stretch on faces I've always known Inactive I wait for the growth of my own It's a strange world, isn't it? A scary world it seems to be And every time we try to understand, the only victims are our dreams Seven billion clowns play on a stage, and our acts will come and go Maybe I can attempt to accept or maybe… maybe tomorrow [Terry Davis] So, well, it's good to be king! Maybe… I think uh maybe I'm just like a little bizarre little person who walks back and forth. Whatever, ya know?

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released December 22, 2018

Lead guitars in track 01: Garret Stefaniak
All other guitars, vocals, music composition, and production: Aiden England

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80-UK Blacksburg, Virginia

80-UK is an electronic and industrial rock solo project by Circle 9 singer/producer, Aiden England.

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