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Vultured
03:29
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Feeding, fleeting, fighting tooth and nail
Put at ease just for the moment
But always tugging at that restless heart
Wired to please and mislead sensory depravation
I will never underestimate the shadow work that’s in my bag
Animals who are automatic
What’s my earth if I can’t tear the fabric?
Snakes parade through my skull
Screaming, “Use me! Use me!”
I’m the vulture who floats around in your gut
I am over it
Reclaimed, not omitted
Black moth let me be
Rotting out inside a mangled mind
A noose synched
A dead desire will lie
Disgusting regret
Gutted
Vultured
Black moth let me be
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Pig Slave
02:25
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Out of date, out of time, out of touch, out of mind
What a perfect creation bastardized
Cut down to the sodding bone
What a sickening existence
I’ll be your doctor
I’ll be you cure
The world as a sterile canvas
Reimagined and pure
Sheltered in the dark
The inferior will hide
Killing in shadows
Creating once more
Breeding others to obey
The domesticated human
Pig slave and cannon fodder
Sending them to the slaughter
Watch them kill
Wait to die
Exterminate
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Swarm
03:52
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Default with a sigh, and an hour for salvation again.
This is a curse, another loss of who I really am.
Back to the earth, we’ll go round time after time.
False prophets which speak in myriad tongues.
A collection of lies, spewed out from a talking head.
We don't have all of the right answers in which we seek.
Fighting the past, futile as now.
We've got to be mistaken,
In this existential assault.
You are the Canvas.
Existential assault....
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White Moth:Black Soul
02:24
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Mind the game
We are a circle
Sequence of thought,
Now free to rot
Suspended by narratives of disillusion
Stay back. Run forth
Directions that mislead intentions awry
Mimicking that backwards dance of others indisposed
Rhythm off, all harmony gone
The warmth of horns swell
Into discord
I can not enter the frame of mind
Of the art you failed again once more
Obey the sound of the interest in
All this time, lost soul in a white moth
Stirring, never sleeping
Angles of perception
Seen by few others
Reviewed by the light and lust in your bones
Drowning in proficiency of sharpened tongues
And yet I’m dried to the bone
Dried out from senseless fighting
Stretched thin from restless worrying
I can not enter the frame of mind
Of the art you failed again once more
Obey the sound of the interest in
All this time, lost soul in a white moth
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Leech King
03:20
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What value do you hold?
The forthcoming will surmise.
As with everything we need,
The collective hand.
With no concerns and no regret,
Falling out with this.
This black hour,
Hold dear, in this black hour.
Sees no sunlight,
In this black hour.
A conversation with no dialogue,
The questions left unanswered,
For another time.
The means in which a person eats and breaths,
Taken again.
Which surely follow you under.
To the place of your inception,.
The water is rising,
The all seeing eye is blinded
Revolt! Revolt!
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Bastard Wolf
03:03
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Now the waltz around,
Every single time,
We've managed this,
You're surrounded by your woes.
And we've had enough,
Too much to fight this fight.
I won't sing again.
All this, is too great to let go,
Pacified by a need to escape.
The constant trial that we've trudged through,
Has left you found guilty and wanting.
Now try and find your own way,
Make your home and be gone.
You ripped the faces from our family.
You made your bed now you must rest.
Now we see what needed to be seen
The truth no longer obscured.
We found out what you are.
Bastard
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The Furiant Atlanta, Georgia
THE FURIANT is a Hardcore band originally formed in 2010, hailing from Atlanta,GA. With the recent release of their debut EP in January of 2014, "KAFKAESQUE" combines elements of all things dark, fast, and heavy.
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