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Peridot
04:40
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Asking for your hand was the best thing
And I can sense you here in the plains of redemption
Wings spread, taken into a homely place familiar feelings
You're with me now and I insure your protection
Unearthed from its once burrowed disposition developed under harsh conditions
The lost soul details his crime as the insidious beckon him to relapse
Stress slapped from his face she kisses his swollen figure bred from an angry past
Crossed off my list, these dying agents come back for one last breath
Asking for your hand was the best thing
And I can sense you here in the plains of redemption
Wings spread, taken into a homely place familiar feelings
You're with me now. I insure your protection
Unearthed from its once burrowed disposition developed under harsh conditions
The lost soul details his crime as the insidious beckon him to relapse
One red cross on my chest - a mark led by her divinity brings to this
This blessed coffin where my dreams of nothing let hate encroach
Surrendering nothing while accepting it all, it made the choice to lift me
Lift me away from this bed where I writhe
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Closing Doors
03:37
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Freedom stripped again from your dusted clutches
Thrown away into the cosmos
The evils that scold you
Imagination bookmarked like a dictionary for reference, no individual thoughts. None
Manipulation sent bobbing for hope afloat orange waters. Fucked
Ego palette used to saturate that burning desire to be something... but they're not
Thrown away into the cosmos
The evils that scold you
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Red Moon Foreboding
05:45
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Untold mythos thought to strike from Heavens boring holes the size of geo-metros
From under our earth they conspire with worms
These planted seeds, they're waiting to transform
Constant assaults, targets ignorant and tame, the strong enslaved
Flowering blacks have raped the clays, our saviors push me under mind
No morning sun to rise and poke your eyes
Blacked out by tides that seek to cleanse your life
Exploiting systems gathering what we need to survive
No more sun to come and wake you from your lie
Fold like a deck of cards, a subservient man abhorred
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Dust Collector
06:12
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Shutting the blinds first prepping for the evening
Open up the bag of seeds, slightly contorted bead priority
Clammy germ obtains the seed, operating selflessly...
Spare the on-ramp, highway speeds exhaust his lunacy
Where do you fall?
We're all placemats to dogs
The substance keeps like glue
Tying up your arm again are you?
I am
Brick dust compound rotten fruit; try
Tell me, what are those men doing over there?
Injection sport shotguns commence at the docks harbored by the H trade
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Pulling back, flinch from the nails driven into your knees
Pouring wax, kidneys clamped like the snowstorm in your eyes - god damn this blue spire
This is how it happens, this is new man's catch
Simply grow them by the dozen before you slip into the new man's foxhole
This is how it happens, this is new man's catch
The stupid cupids grant your wish and summon sister's laws and cheat your way in
Henry murdered Karen and the spoiled son too, he knew this spider had spun a past vile
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Too many wasted bombs on others, too many wasted seeds of deceit
Too much contrast to boast a helpful word in this world that rewards hate with a suite
You could save them for our own mass of morons, pulsating void of ignorance
Cloaked men invited from your union, two-faced murderers on a steady boat
Too many disappearing motivators looking to pay, dissipate, discard
I run the front desk - the hall they incessantly thrive in
Hiding away not from the plagues, it's the demons, installing their pain
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3,380 Pounds
10:04
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In some hell dug miles below, I pray
As down here, we've all met God
Dried mud on the wall, a portrait blessed
Peasant-bound in this hole,
So I look to the wall
And it speaks: "Sun set. Why rest? All fall. We crawl."**
But as I begin to decay my bladder spirals out of control
And as I soil my cloths these lashings fall as my back begins to mold
Contour to the pain that I don't feel in but outside
These tears of stitched lips, I cry out of remorse
Eat the bugs I'm fed,
Textures of almond brittle
Hug the chains that leave hickies on my wrists
Link all the decades before this to fake your mind
Mud God, come help: "Sun set. Why rest? All fall. We crawl."
Through eyes full of dirt you wouldn't see much but shit
Not true; our hope was lost before all of this
Even in my last hours I find my place and think of you
These tears of stitched lips, I don't cry out of remorse
I cry for something more...
(atoms splitting, callous thickening, bridges burning, paradigms shifting, something's building)
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Cara Neir Dallas
2008-2024 arlington, tx.
chris francis
garry brents
Cara Neir recommends:
Garry's nu metal project. FFO: Spineshank, Slipknot self-titled, Vein.fm, late 90's Fear Factory.
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Conceptual solo act from Garry of Cara Neir. Early 90's-inspired DM that takes the heavy yet melodic flourishes of Edge of Sanity and Dismember, blended with early Gorguts and Atheist.
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Saccharine Curses Exhaled in the Wind
by Perfumed Saturnine Angels
Dedicated to Brandon Nurick RIP, possibly Cara Neir's biggest fan. Originally going to be a duo between him and Garry. Sonically, if you want more of the Cara Neir Part III/Part IV sound this is it.
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Söngvar elds og óreiðu
by Misþyrming
supported by 142 fans who also own “Portals to a Better, Dead World”
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long!
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supported by 127 fans who also own “Portals to a Better, Dead World”
Excellent technical DM!
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Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising.
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