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Sixmile Radio
02:17
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Deep down, we know that it’s all for nothing.
Deep down, we know that our savior’s not coming.
To place all bets on the end is a mistake.
You can’t adapt, you can’t bend, you can only break.
It just takes a choice. After all,
People have rioted for less.
Boy, you’d better keep those godless thoughts to yourself.
Don’t rock the boat.
Don’t tug at the ouroboros that is wrapped
Around your throat.
We’ll have our ending. After all,
People have rioted for less.
All my darkest fears realized.
All my delusions apotheosized.
Boy, we need something to justify this hell.
If God will not end it, then we’ll do it ourselves.
Pull the plug. After all,
People have rioted for less.
Armageddon impending!
Give us such an ending!
Let’s go to war.
Let’s eat the poor.
Let’s end the planet in a holocaust.
Let’s go and kill God!
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Scripture/Culture
06:21
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The kids today have all lost God
And chosen instead to be absorbed in their cell phones.
The books aren’t burned, they go unread.
Have you all forgotten what Nietzche said?
Adults today prefer to be stuck in their stories
Of their made up golden age past.
Their narratives have left them blind to what’s ahead.
Dump more waste into a riverbed.
If you’re watching I’ve something bleak to show you.
If you’re listening I’ve very bad news…
You’re not going to heaven.
How many days to you intend to waste?
And how much longer before it affects you directly?
It’s okay if the suffering’s far away.
You’ve killed God but didn’t replace him with anything.
And if you’re wondering what the shouting’s all about,
Well, God is dead and that can mean only one thing…
You’re not going to heaven.
Wouldn’t it be better, replace scripture with culture?
Wouldn’t it be better?
Just think of it as one of those signs that you love so much.
Nothing to see, nothing to say… Use your faith in another way.
Well, either way you’re not going to heaven.
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Cult of Happiness
07:13
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War’s igniting in your heart again,
Affecting you terribly.
You’re cracking under the social pressure
To be exclusively happy.
Couldn’t you just be sad for once?
Couldn’t you just let yourself be sad for once?
The Cult of Happiness has negatively
Impacted your mental health.
Wouldn’t it be easier to let that go
And be honest with yourself?
Couldn’t you just be sad for once?
Couldn’t you just let yourself be sad for once?
(You can let yourself be sad)
And life will let you interpret
Experience however you choose.
These feelings are not to be purged
But understood and put to use.
You can let yourself be sad…
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Scared to Life
05:11
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In my thirst, I wandered from my room
Into the dark,
Hoping for something that
Could satiate my heart.
It could not get its fill
On love, on God, on pills.
In the desert lights flicker
Far away.
If I could only get there,
I’d be freed of pain.
If I perchance to pass
Dead Ozymandias.
There is no love in entropy;
The universe to die quietly.
The sun beats doubt, don’t you know?
My eyes and ears are going cold.
I returned to my room
With heavy heart and bated breath.
And far more afraid of life
Than I’d ever be of death.
The clasp of Abaddon…
The whore of Babylon…
There is no love in entropy;
The universe to die quietly.
Our need for comfort deified,
We hide our eyes, we’re
Scared to life.
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No Rest for the Weary
07:51
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And all my godless thoughts
Spell hell and trouble.
You good folk had best beware.
Keep your minds and bodies clean of me.
(Like I’m a cautionary.)
I’m sick and I’m depraved.
I’ve forsaken what faith remained,
But I’m a twisted boy at best.
(Sullen, anomic and arrogant.)
I fuck to get rid of the feelings.
I drink to facilitate the fucking.
I work to afford the drinking.
(No rest for the weary)
And all my sins you can
Count on fingers and toes.
I suppose I’m not a good man after all;
Dependent on caffeine and alcohol.
(Torpor cometh before the fall.)
I’ve spelt my ruin on my own.
I’m a hypocrite. I’ll die alone.
Oh, I’m a lowly boy at best.
(Poor, avoidant and arrogant.)
I fuck to get rid of the feelings.
I drink to facilitate the fucking.
I work to afford the drinking.
(No rest for the weary)
I deserve to die,
I don’t mind.
Any time is fine.
I ascend from the bottomless pit
And go to perdition.
All this time wasted on
Quick and easy vindication.
I fuck to get rid of the feelings.
I drink to facilitate the fucking.
I work to afford the drinking.
(No rest for the weary)
I deserve to die,
I don’t mind.
Any time is fine.
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Ghosts of Virtue Denton, Texas
Zachary Kusch is some 23 year old with recording equipment and a messiah complex that no one can honestly attest to liking and he's pathetically attempting to capitalize on his proclivity of writing music and deserves to die unloved and in ambiguity.
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