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The Curse of Being
03:51
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Waste in spite of life
Unloving barrier devised
To change all flesh to dust
A celebration of all ruin
Dead set in motion
Waiting for embrace
Learning to bury the present
With all devices in reach
No looking back
Sight has been removed
No crawling back
You cannot reach unbirth
I won't
Let this be my true form
I can't
Align myself with disease
Mankind
A mistake made in time
Our world, entropic husk
Leech our being to the black
Cursing every name
Choosing darkest spires
New path to cold embrace
Betrayed by loving wounds
Open minds decayed
Runes to spell the strain
The weight of all despair
Will bind us to this day
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2. |
Cold Migration
07:55
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Alone, condemned
Amongst the planetary ides
The struggle to sever our ties
To this cosmic charade
We keep running
Our bones belong to this place
In chains and held to answer
For the lies that we live
Forced to bear witness
To the damnation of
Our hearts through time
A measured feat of weakness
Passing into nether womb
This grief we've bled before
This toll our spirits have paid
Black clouds where we used to be
Migration to the fold
Where hurt cannot exist
Chasing this shroud to oblivion
Purposeful display of cruelty
To let the suffering of man
Be our saving grace
We keep running
Our bones belong to this place
In chains and held to answer
For the lies that we live
This grief we've bled before
This toll our spirits have paid
Black clouds where we used to be
Migration to the fold
Where hurt cannot exist
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Conduit
11:26
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An echo frozen within the ether
A timeless hoax, a rabid thought
Your maker is a ghost
Cut off at the waist and burned alive
Now who saves your life?
Laid down, and made to see beyond the sight
We've been allowed within our darkened bounds
Held down, with all our brightest hours gone
Crawling though inanimate, our gaze cannot be broken
Aphotic ends we all must reach
The dawn is not for us to see
Running away from the light
Untold burdens we can descend
And submerge until the light is dead
Pained states
Though fearless in
Our march to the bottom
May the wastes release us on this day
The dust will settle
And all likeness will be destroyed
One hand into the future
And our essence in the grave
Fade out in solemnity
Walls made of our own doubts
Depraved and cold, the watcher that hides
Despises us to the ground
Made in shame and hate, an effigy to our captors
Retreat inside, we wither to spite
The conduit that brings us to the grey
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Triple Eye Industries is a boutique record label, located in Milwaukee, WI, focusing on extreme, heavy noise rock and is a platform to release records for our and our friends' bands.
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