i miss that frog 🐸 (prod. 51st CITIZEN)

bugusV2

l4s/gNb* ft. silent in the night

The corruption begins with the mouth,
the tounge, the wanting.
The first poem in the world
is 'I want to eat'.

The Cannibal exists in two extremes: 
one for the depravity of it,
one for the sacredness of the mouth. 

The Brute Cannibal, 
already outcasted by society, 
wants nothing more than the sick satisfaction 
of enacting a taboo. 
To be a people eater for the 
sake of saying "you were right. 
i kill & consume. you were right. 
here i am. i have broken the rules. 
ive been a wolf in your woods & i want 
you to be afraid."

The Other Cannibal, however, is the one
that is good at mercy. takes the flesh between the fingers
not for the shock of the audience, but because 
they cannot stand the separation. a sentimental thing that 
twists into a set of teeth. the tragic romantic.
tell me you don't know this ache. 
when i say "come closer" i mean without 
the curtain of skin & bone between us. i mean "oh, darling, 
i could keep you with me. i could honor you with the knife 
of my smile." yes, when the blade hits a 
vein, it sings "let me make you mine."
just listen. 
just listen. 
don't leave.

You're a heap of flesh and guts and blood 
in a wax museum. 
The only thing real. 
Sickeningly real. 
Crimson and warm where the others 
are pale and cold. 
Revoltingly red,
nauseatingly alive. 
You're a child in a graveyard.

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this 
freak of nature, they will wrap his body in 
newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive 
and in the north field with his mother. 
It is a perfect summer evening: 
the moon rising over the orchard, the wind 
in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, 
there are twice as many stars as usual.

Where it Begins

From split tape with H'sT on Abhorrent A.D.
https://abhorrentafterdeath.bandcamp.com/album/hst-princess-army-wedding-combat

Release date:
    30 October 2023

DOD Death Metal Bukkake Circuit Bending

Lyrics:
Simone: Ask me to take your pain and I'll take a razor to it
Less like a surgical procedure, more like my fingers guiding your spare blade across your neck to your jugular spot place to the tune of your stale shared breath.
Swallow the breath the severe the moment
I'll be out with all your pain.
Stubble shavings in my breast pocket, before you can even think to ask if its permanent. 
Whats permanent is that punctual bloom that will meet you when
you reach up to that neck crevice spot in another day or two.
And you can try to starve or poison it with some your own body being eaten by some topical kind of self concocted symbiotic sweat/dirt/rot, and it will still bloom as scheduled. I guess you could call it some kind of loyal.

Witchwyfe: I cant remember what was in your veins
from the looks of it, it was only pain
crushed up under the weight of the power
only god can tell me the waking hour
everyday i sink into the floor
just to see if i can feel you more
whats gone is gone
i always knew you were wrong

Maybe getting clean would be a good thing
i loved your heart but it tore me apart
now im left with nowhere to start.
where do i start

l4s/gNb* ft. silent in the night

pandaman

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