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Glorious Genocide
01:02
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Thrill-seeking, rotgut bigot
A gambling soul alluring to only the greyest of immoral seepage
Was there ever good in you to begin with?
Your transgressions cannot be undone
Every sin will continue to bind you,
You are not free in any earthly sense
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Combine Desecration
01:50
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Through the White Forest, Alyx and I, we stumbled into the sawmill not knowing the Combine had
been, and mowed everybody down without hesitation
Hours later we arrive to scraps left, forgotten and a few headcrab shells
This, you see, is a silent war against an ugly force who've studied us for centuries
Until we enabled the resonance cascade it was only us
Nihilistic creatures foreboding our desires
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Tales of Lust and Pain
02:20
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How unpleasant one must be to have these thorns growing from the skin
Imagine two individuals with this hideous affliction, though spry with life
A single cohesive thought cannot be retained
Nor can either grasp the curse of their disease
Twin sets of amber hair skirt the neck while my knees are taxed
Eight minutes pass until I'm shirtless, bound by wire, and at mercy of the rats
We are alive, we are alive, we are alive!
Before I could even see their eyes turn red I caught myself thinking "this could be worth it, it might be
fun."
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And so the mites were spread by the breeze into the districts
Eight-hundred thoughtless bodies all moving in unison can't be wrong
Secreting a most twisted strand of DNA into the brain
While us humans were pumped full of this.. some kind of.. headjuice
Where nobody remembers who you are or what's going on
And nobody acts remotely human; mashing bloody rocks with toothless gums
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Dendrite Stink
00:59
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Borderworld forces escape from their vile Xen retreat
Save for maybe the humble bio-luminescent Stalks
Black Mesa has been offline since the Second Episode due to intermittent lashings from the hive-mind
HIVE
MIND
HIVE
MIND
HIVE
MIND
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Into Black Mesa
01:25
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Be afraid of the knife squadron, they flock like mice to the cheese when held at certain angles
Scoped out finest, dungeoned into sheep they waltz amongst us - dead us
Graffiti warnings neighbor my rusted fences
They feed the dumpsters corpses, nobody is spared
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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
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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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Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising.
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