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J.B.

Fracture

You’re watching your body crumble
and the chunks falling build a corpse
The shade in your wake,
only proves you’re ahead of the wraith
 
The Archetype better fits the opposite
an archetype painted righteous,
an archetype for the people,
an archetype wrapped in tattered, old glory
 
Submission is mandatory
Straight from the womb
the fascism is contagious
and your home is a tomb

(2015)

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We are the Butchers

Gnawed on for ages A bone is just a bone From the vermin’s mouth This is all our own Cutting our teeth
 1
Amped

This night cannot end These fleeting minutes slow but everything’s urgent and we totally know Break it out
Gedrückt

Her arms sank into liquid A kingdom gone An infested cranium It overruns her lungs Hell hath no fury
 1
Themis

Forgone far too long the blind one tips her scale oppositions have taken root statutes are beyond the pale Lines are juxtaposed,
White Dwarf

Fresh out of frontiers The sole wanderer, of the endless plains The sun here is cold, it emanates a pale glow,
The Cog

Calmly, lay down your arms. Homely dawns brought you here and our wheelhouse is empty The cyclical cycle of fear A broken home to blame
Deerbait Landmine

Stalking in dead leaves Remington shell reaps Pour yourself some blood when your're knee deep in the mud Razorbacks in the fog
 2
Lively Corpses

Face to the breeze Eyes of the empty Chilling never so literal Roaming and pitiful Kill when ripe
Tunnel Visions

I’ve tried to reason with you Washing you away without any soap We are one in the same You’ve been hanged by your own rop… Don’t act like I don’t notice
 1
A Collective Numb

Feeling lethal tonight Pushing my fingers deep in my eyes Pain can only parallel my plight My heart is racing Can’t stop an inevitable relapse
 1
Mechanized

He laughed you hissed choreographed sounds of a kiss protruding limbs
 1
As it Swarms it Engulfs

Put on the mask Convey some sense of bravery You fucked up your first task She’ll give you no quarter I’d rather be an untried shell
 1
Steve Jenkins

Eatin’ all the jenkem Oh, it’s he of the shadows, Steven Jenkins Homeless he rides A sum of three fingers,
Carved

I wanna be called irreverent the void is gripping here Motion to the chest, sans-head What color would be fear? Break open the abscess,
Where's the Rebels?

Poster children for lethargy Old man, take your torch back, We’ll save it till the day’s wreck Talk your shit I’ll grind my ax
 1



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