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Self-incest
07:14
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Man loves another man
This man is his own man
This self-lust goes too far
He loves himself and he gets hard
Every time he looks right through the mirror
What does he see
He's falling in love with a man
He's falling in love with his own self
He wishes for a clone just like a twin
So he can be
In love with him
He's falling in love with his own self
His vanity is causing him
To fall in love with his own self
Pride
His pride is too much
It’s gone up a notch
However the people
Still envy his stuff
His pride produces envy
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Crowned Society
08:04
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Beauty is reserved for those who are
A part of perfect royalty
They stand so tall so they can prove
They redefine God’s beauty
Envy has become your greatest friend
It wants to give the crown to you
Who hates his lifelong peasantry
You want to steal the kingdom’s shoes
Halt the king has all the power
Halt the king stands over towers
Halt the king has left you grudging
Halt the king fills you with envy
Praise the Lord for all his power
Praise the Lord from every tower
Praise the Lord he leaves us grudging
Praise the Lord he makes us envy
Power is reserved for the great king
A king of crowned society
A man like you deserves to stay
Within your filthy peasantry
Don’t wait your turn to join the line
Of those who wish to kiss the hand
Of God the king of every king
The envy is much to withstand
Halt here comes sovereign king
Halt here lies the envy
Halt they come
Those who spit on peasantry
They come
Those of a crowned society
Taste the envy
Feel the rage within thee
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3. |
The Blood That Boils
09:33
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The three-headed beast awakes
It feeds off your boiling blood
Its brain, its heart, its soul
Will cause faith to flood
The beast awakes
Feel the rage
Boil-bound
Mind enraged
Coil-bound
Life in cage
Numb-bound
Rip the page
Dumb-bound
The blood that boils
Turns (in)to soil
The blood that boils
Turns (in)to soil
The beast awakes
Feel the hate
Rage-bound
Taint the praise
Cage-bound
God is pain
Hell-bound
Beast is faith
Spellbound
With this wrathful weapon
From an enraged mind
Murder the three-headed beast
And peace you shall find
Feel the wrath
End the lies
The brain, the heart, the soul
The three-headed beast shall die
Slay the godly beast
Its three heads are your goal
Slay the godly beast
Its brain, its heart, its soul
The blood that boils
Disintegrates
Your power diminished
Sloth awaits
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4. |
As Useless as Idleness
08:54
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Wasting away
Time has come to go away
Happiness
Seems to murder all the bliss
Frozen life
Never fails to fill with strife
Where I’m from
Captures misfits on the run
Wasting away
Gone away
Happiness
Murders bliss
Frozen life
Full of strife
Where I’m from
Misfits on the run
Moving along
Moving along to find the life
To find the life
The life that fits the puzzle
Moving along
Moving along to find the dream
To find the dream
The dream that frees the troubles
Finding the life that’s needed
Finding the life that’s longing for
A transformation
Opportunities through doors
Such useless
Such idleness
The howling wind
Brings change
Through strengthening power
Until greed is arranged
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Victims dead
Blood to share
Severed heads
Everywhere
Powers gained
Feel the burn
Master reigns
Lesson learned
By the power infested in thee
You are now the king
Powers have been all collected
Holy trinity
Master’s laugh
Echoes ring
Victims daft
Feed the greed
Life now rough
Under God
Lack of love
Flames won’t stop
Victims bow
To the king
Time to wow
With gold rings
Children fed
Poisoned grapes
Women wed
After rape
You avoid the aching belly
For an endless consumption of power
You wretched glutton
From gluttony
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6. |
The Pig Song
03:04
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You eat so much
Until you’re stuffed
Yet you can’t even share
You leave just crumbs
Because who cares
Right
Just food, sex, and riches
More food
Eat what isn’t yours
Eat, eat, eat
Eat away
Don’t share
Just eat
[pig sound]
You pig
You’re not even hungry
You just eat because you can
Eat in front of the beggars
Barely leave them crumbs
Food, sex, riches
With more food
Now that you’re full of food
You have sick fantasies
You’re lost in lust
With sick fantasies
You’re lost in lust
You’re a pig
[pig sound]
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7. |
Ill-legal
07:39
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Do you want to bless me
Do you want to bless me good
I know that you're discrete
But I see your wood
Come here oh Mr. Priest
I'll be your toy
Come here oh Holy One
I'll bring you joy
I am so ill-legal
That is what you love
Sick freaks like you never stop
I will have you cuffed
Do you want to spank me
Do you want to spank me good
I know that you're discrete
But I see your wood
Come here oh Mr. Teacher
I'll be your toy
Come here oh Wise One
I'll bring you joy
Do you want to check me
Do you want to check me good
I know that you're discrete
But I see your wood
Come here oh Mr. Doctor
I'll be your toy
Come here oh Healthy One
I'll bring you joy
We’ve all had enough
We’ve all had enough
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Skornhead Detroit, Michigan
Skornhead is an American non-performing solo artist of digital-only tracks of various styles of industrial, dark
electronica, and hard rock in mostly English.
Since 2001, he's been creating music of various genres under numerous artist names.
He also writes fiction and designs artwork for books and music.
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