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August’s twitching fingers
Clutch my windpipe
In the thick of the dusk
In the shadows
Of the tapestries you hide behind
Ever reaching
Always feasting, never satisfied
You covet and plunder
And I was tender
And available
So I made the cut
Mediocre enough
Of a fuck on the right day
And right kind of drug
With an Araki movie
Until you got bored
‘Cause it wasn’t enough
All the booze and the drugs
And the poppers and plugs
And the filth that I did with you
You wanted more, and you got it
I was never enough
Didn’t put out enough
Or put out the right way
Too much of a cunt
Couldn’t keep my fucking mouth shut
Never enough
To hold your fucking attention
Put down your phone
When I’m sucking your cock, you bitch
You told me to shut the fuck up
But I never did get to say
I never felt so fucking lonely
As when I was lying next to you
I never felt so fucking lonely
As when I was lying next to you
You coward
Fuck
It just keeps falling right into your lap
It just keeps falling right into your lap
It’s too easy
I watched you mourn the convenience
When I almost loved you
Words and eyes, gnashing scythes
But their edge is dull and blunt
So go and tell your story
To your 69,000 friends
But I won’t sit here and be chastised
Like I’m a stupid fucking runt
Not by you
And I hope they fuck you
Like I never could
I hope you’re fucking happy
I hope you rot
The way you looked at me
I hope you rot
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O Father, please forgive me
For I have sinned again
O Father, please forgive me
I’ve met a boy, I love him like a god
Slowly, and over, and over
And down on my knees
Oh please, baby
Let’s skip this song and dance
The tides of longing have
Swallowed my body entire
And I’m not fucking sorry
I am depravity incarnate
I pull up to the function
With fried chicken on my hands
Flour on my pants
Got them sloppy bitches
Slopping on my legs
Told your girl to kiss my ass
And Imma shoot your fucking mans
Chopped my balls off 2016
Don’t do creampies, I make flans, cunt
Back up on my bullshit
Not like figurative, but actual
I pull up in a limousine
With five Brazilian nationals
No fucking with that vaginal
‘Cause fuck on all you casuals
I’m committed to my boyfriend
Five foot three with honking naturals
Overalls and babydolls
Sorry, I ain’t taking calls
I’m snorting on that shit they all said
Would have me fucked up for years
Boy, let’s fucking ball
Pour a drink and smoke a bowl
Baby, let’s get comfortable
‘Cause it’s only downhill from here, goddamn
And I act a fucking fool
But I caught your eye
And in the stillness of this plague
Baby, we still made time
Fuck, if I’m a sinner
I’m just trynna get by
And I wanna get to know you better
Like a million times, ‘cause I’m
Fucked in the eyes of god
Have mercy on me
Though I show none
Unto my thralls
Sever the fucking bit
So cut another line
One more and I’ll be fine
A frisson rattles through my every pore
To the aperture of my eye
And I can see it in
The shadows as they move
And I can feel it in
The space between us two now
And if God is always watching
Then let Him watch
And if He’s in here in this room now
Then let Him watch
I want Him to fucking see this
Oh baby, talk to the hand
Because that shit don’t mean nothing to me
And you can smack my ass and pass this grass
‘Cause I’ve got places and people to see
Fucking I just got my dick sucked on the clock
Rob these fuckers blind
You bring the Calvin, baby
I’ll bring the fucking Klein
Choose my hoes over my bros
Every fucking time
‘Cause if you’ve never been a hoe
You ain’t no bro of mine
And the molly and the ket and the damn µgs
Got me all fucked up in that fuck mood
And I can’t even get it up
Just to fuck you when I want to
What a cuck move, fuck
I learned my lesson 2020; no cis dudes
I pick the time, place, play, still feel used
They just don’t do me like the freaks do
But that trigger looking pretty
What that glock do?
Fuck a bitch face down
Readjust this crown, like it
Been a couple long nights
And the vibe’s alright
But I ain’t that tight with it
My place, your place
Take a walk, clean plates
Ain’t misplaced my pride
Want a pretty little face
With the plumped out waist?
Get you fucked up, erased
God fucking damn it
So, bow your head to me
Baby, baby, is this more than you bargained for?
Feel your eyes on me
You bring me just a little closer to God, you know
Bow your head to me
Baby, baby, is this more than you bargained for?
Feel your eyes on me
Oh boy, you fucking make my life
Oh my fucking god
Baby, baby, is this more than you bargained for?
One more fucking time
Oh boy, you fucking make my life
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Well, my mama always taught me
To see the forest for the trees
And if we know these sophists all
For Christofascist prophets
We should burn them as they speak
And my bible always taught me
Beware the beast who walks as a man
And they’re a cast of asses
So, my discontented masses
Let us hang them where they stand
‘Cause all I see are
Frauds, nonces, and torturers
Running their putrid mouths
It’s gonna be a not-so-hot girl summer
In the not-so-gentle south
There’s an endless procession of hoes
With noses covered in powder
Washing their dicks in the sink
Between concurrent encounters
The whole gotdang polycule
Fucking in the house tonight
We lick our wounds, and that’s how we survive
Don’t care about any of you
I just wanna dance the night away
Don’t care about any of this
I just want to fucking live
Oh my god
Square dance, motherfucker!
Oh horror!
I’m sick and tired
Of living like this, goddamn it
So roll over
You start this shit from the top down
But fucking we’ll end it
A blade and two barrels
This is how we do it
The fuck where I come from, bitch
To hell with your kennels
We’ll see this through to the throne
Or the fucking ditch
The old ways will die with you
We’ll watch you crawl on your knees
As you beg for the stick
And boy, you know that I’m dying to please
Baby, do that thing that you do
There’s just something about
The way that you bleed
So blue
The old ways will die with you
The old ways will die
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ARGENTO - Nemesis
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Tyrant model 103
Viral infused surgery
Programmed to hunt you down
The ruins of the city are its killing ground
Special tactics and rescue squad
They know too much, they must be brought
Down, down, into their graves
Now go and kill, you are our slave
Scrambling to run and to hide
Now that it's your time to die
Armed to the teeth, merciless
Demolition, assassination, death
Elder parasite
Co-ordinate deadly strike
Harnessed by the force
Of mega corporate might
Break through walls and barricades
Nothing will get in the way
No survivors in the fray
Between the hunter and its prey
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Here lies the splendour of a family lost
Vice and corruption, wealth at any cost
Now rots the mansion, its secret sins untold
Sinking in the mire, home to only mold
Sordid abuses, blasphemous rites
Witnesses silent, trapped there as wights
Promise of treasure leads many inside
Infested with vermin, in darkness they died
Come inside
Portraits in ruin, devoured by time
Those rotted, blank faces
Lost memories of covered up crimes
They could bury the dead
They could pay off the law
But a stain still remains
And a bloody white shape
Sings its song in the halls
Ever more!
Sinking mansion rots
Rotting, sinking structure
Crawling with life
Obscene shadows of worship
Elite, hate-filled celestial beings
Tragic delusion of superior blood
Time eats away
Nothing will remain
But cautionary tales
Of thy works undone
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Every day I wake, hatred chokes my heart
Seems this world is run by evil men
Hidden predators, blatant murderers
Forcing minds, replicating their disorders
Eco-catastrophe, brutal misogyny
Culture engineered to anaesthetise reality
They're all getting off scott free
It's one giant conspiracy
I snap the fingers of the hidden hand
I wield an arsernal incomprehensible to man
Primordial wrath
Circle, candle
The forces you rely on
Are for you no longer tangible
Just a puppet, a broken plaything
Choking on your own marionette strings
The time has come at last
I am incarnate
Your benefactors turn their backs
Exposed to the light
Down without a fight
World of pure corruption, time to die!
By the darkness of the earth
By the incandescence of the sun
Let justice be done
By the legions of the lady of the dark
Let justice be done
By the fires of the father of the sun
Let justice be
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Anna Pest Montréal, Québec
An eclectic metal project based in Montreal, Canada.
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