"THE POACHER DIARIES" LYRICS

1 - Mantis

The world looks like a finger painting
done with broken hands
I saw the last mantis today
eat its own head and fuck itself
into nothing
into nothing
i'm told that we had hands once
and we started carrying knives
now we have knives instead
so even when we try to embrace we stab
learn to lick your wounds for the taste
learn to lick your wounds for the taste

2 - Centre of the Hive

Encoded transmissions spun out of control
bring the purging
insurrection of false consciousness
custodians of the agenda
secure the contaminated areas
your own evil your own good
obsolete
1000 seed a clouded descent
straight to the center of the hive
labyrinth suspended by high-tension wires
that reach upward to the sky

3 - Glass Tornado

Crawling over the bodies of your dead bastard children
more like a loss to a plotline
then you can tell your friends how cool it was
to be pissed on at your own funeral

4 - Landfills of Extinct Possibility

The clouds attacked slowly obscuring everything
we took out our eyes and pretended we could see

5 - Pentagram Constellation..
..
Your hope collapsed like a burning orphanage
under the weight of their expectations
it must seem routine for you now
snowing in their spit
languishing in their refuse
a human/virus a victim of disease called circumstance
their real faces are the faces of disgust
the only kind you see from down here
here there is no healing
only the slowing of decay
i've heard they still smile in their world
perhaps you will go there someday
and destroy their happiness

6 - Bed of Flies

All circumstance is sabotage
that which does not kill us makes us stranger
command chaotic brute force
the stars in your eyes stolen reprogrammed
another headless blunder with blood up its sleeves
the priests live in the towers
they put thoughts in my head
making me sin while sinning through me
mold the little shit figure
make it dance
break its legs
they call it building character
a villain to be exact

7 - Destroyed

I wage an unholy war against your fucked up soul
the shattered illusions of a thousand nightmares
preserved in a jar of shit by god
surprise you fucking lose
urine dripping from your stigmata
the stench that surrounds you gives you away
and the evil moisture that you secrete
no lie no shit this is fucking war

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