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Rex Desertum
02:48
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Big visions
Big plans
Cradle your world but it’s a pyramid of sand
A caustic prophet
Cranial hole
Spewing vacant currency-lust vitriol
Abscission of dear hands
You’ve got a footstool called your fellow man
Deceitful visage
Fictitious role
I foresee sulfur gates welcoming your soul
You insist to take the lead in apprehending the sun
You’ll run out of breath before the first rays come
Bloodthirsty and gnashing, eternally on the hunt
You can clamor, cheat, pilfer, and deceive
But you’re never gonna get what you want
Board of trustees? You don’t even trust yourself
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Crooked Bell
02:21
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Sick conscience preys on fears
Of those deemed as lesser beings
Rationale cries for the hills as the
Witch awaits upon the bay
Dictating prophecies
Of the damn-ed population
Perverted scripture preach their sad concocted fate
Pestilent Tome
Catabasic Symbiote
Testament to Sciolism
Disgust you invoke
Vile lexemes, they drift away
Into distant brains
Leprosy of academic thought, oh sense decays
Impose a parti-pris, condemn to wretched grave
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3. |
Human Paperweight
03:28
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Malignant words in the head
Poison thoughts steeped in dread
Don’t cut away deceitful cyst
Atop triangle, anterior
Cross the visions, from display
Hope is lost, deep in bray
The mandibles will drag you in
but the gullet’s no home for the head
Head plagued by troubled visions
Lost in orbit
All dreams battered, coated in luminol
Man crushed by vile decisions
All his fault; it all dissolves
Precious, the carrion in his palms
Enshrouded in perilous conditions
Life: is it all control?
World built to cage the capriole
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4. |
Dope Alley
02:57
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Habitat incision
What’s going on?
Paradise derision
Grubs penetrate the lawn
Distant vision
Spire long away
Desire to wrap the royalty in fear’s wake
When grew this cancer, in secrecy?
How could this happen to someone like me?
I’ll spew the answer
Beyond this grate
How could this happen to someone like me?
Toshiro
Toss away, Your world into the sea
High and low
The precipice, lost man’s fantasy
Gondo Kingo
Follow me to depths of Dope Alley
Toshiro
You flitter above more than you see
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5. |
Palladists
04:31
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[Instrumental]
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Palladists Washington, D.C.
For Booking: PalladistsDC@gmail.com
linktr.ee/palladistsdc
Next Show:
May 16 @ Slash Run DC
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