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Meshuggah - Bleed
<span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">Beams of fire sweep thought my head
thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
sensory receptors succumb
i am no one now - only agony
my crimson liquid so frantically spilled
- the ruby fluid of life unleashed
ripples ascend to the surfaes of my eyes
their red pens drawing ar random, at will
a myriad pains begotten in their wake
- the bastard spawn of a mutinous self
the regurgitation of my micro nemesis
- salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom
malfunction the means for its ascent
bloodlessing the stringent voice to beckon my soul
so futile any resisting tension
as death-induced mechanics propel its growth
the implement, the devices of my extinction
- the terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane
the definitve scourge of its mockery
- the end-art instruments lethality attained
heed- it commands, heed my will
bleed - it says, bleed you will
falling into the clarity of undoing
scornful gods haggle for my soul
minds eye flickers and vellicates as i let go
taunting whispers accompany my deletion
a sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
- chanting softly the song of depletion
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qc98u-eGzlc
<span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new,courier,monospace;">Beams of fire sweep thought my head
thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
sensory receptors succumb
i am no one now - only agony
my crimson liquid so frantically spilled
- the ruby fluid of life unleashed
ripples ascend to the surfaes of my eyes
their red pens drawing ar random, at will
a myriad pains begotten in their wake
- the bastard spawn of a mutinous self
the regurgitation of my micro nemesis
- salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom
malfunction the means for its ascent
bloodlessing the stringent voice to beckon my soul
so futile any resisting tension
as death-induced mechanics propel its growth
the implement, the devices of my extinction
- the terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane
the definitve scourge of its mockery
- the end-art instruments lethality attained
heed- it commands, heed my will
bleed - it says, bleed you will
falling into the clarity of undoing
scornful gods haggle for my soul
minds eye flickers and vellicates as i let go
taunting whispers accompany my deletion
a sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
- chanting softly the song of depletion
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qc98u-eGzlc
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