- Demasculator
Once again it's a familiar place I'm in
Better yet to be wasted for the interim
Full well I know, the feebleness of a broken down body
Getting stripped away
Better yet to be something of an animal
Maybe low like a dog or something uglier
When I'm face to face with the reality of masculinity
That's getting stripped away
- If You Were
and just like you said, I'm alone and I'm a child
so would you let me hold your heart?
babys only need lies in your affection
never got to touch that part
is there anything of me you want
because i would give you everything
but if your heart is cut out
- No Imagination
Hello dark
You know what I am
Unmesh the cords of reluctance they collide with unsplit atoms
Inbreed your desensitization uncoil the cervical spine
Increase the synaptic structure compound your inner ego
Intelligence is not a matter of taste. Somebody plug me in
- Parasite mine
I'll take a minute here to tell you
To cut the cord and pull the plug
Getting weaker by the second
Watching you saturate my love
I'm sick of feeling so wrecked
And tired of this mess
There's going to be hell to pay
- Remasculated
turn the vanity off i knew that you could
a preacher's spectacle it's so very real
opportunity blasted furnace hollows cold
destiny itself is on extended holiday
you know you're out-- you're cashed out
transgress a sad mess, i think not
inside your dress and heart
- Spill Throat
The time for lenience has passed
A call to all beneath will sound
I radio for back-up mallets
And they crawl up from the undertow
A machevelian portrait crashes
A meteor of steam collides
We will be searching through your ashes
To find exactly why you tried to
- Tools In The Blood Shed
rotting strains.. of still-born life
as it slowly replicates a dead hero
from its shattered memories
fear of change.. will be our le-ga-cy... yeah...
abstain. from all. and needless things
obtain. a genuine connection
tearless. eyes shut. but feeling less horror
- Unkind
i was asked to get away
shut my mouth forget what i saw
be the fool
and that is something i can do quite well
thank you
i walk away obliterated
but sedated with the fact
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The time for lenience has passed
A call to all beneath will sound
I radio for back-up mallets
And they crawl up from the undertow
A machevelian portrait crashes
A meteor of steam collides
We will be searching through your ashes
To find exactly why you tried to