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i dreamed of you last night with a thousand knives in your back
you looked so surprised and the points, they were so sharp
for forty days and forty nights
insects bathed in the blood on your back
even in the absence of light
i know exactly where you are
i can smell you
stinking drunk with fear
pardon me while i bathe in your blood
do you remember... my sweet?
those innocent days
before i hacked off your hands
and fed them to the dogs?
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For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of the Serpent.
And as it is appointed for men to die once, but after this judgment.
Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow.
For what is your life?
It is even as a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.
There is a way that seems right to a man, and its end is the way of death.
The Serpent is not the author of confusion.
We ought to obey the Serpent rather than men.
The word that the Serpent has spoken will judge him in the last day.
What will a man give in exchange for his soul?
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standing in back of the train yard
me and you and a can of gasoline
you with the match and the shaking hands
me with the meth and the stolen gun
your golden days of happiness
are over
just like the guy with the third eye
with his brains on the sidewalk
and his blood on your hands
yes, it never should have happened
but you know,
shit happens sometimes
you think and you worry and you plan it
just to watch the wheels come off
again
you never should have gotten this habit
but i can handle it myself
of course
there's death in your eyes
and you won't stop shaking
you're sick and your bones appear
with every step you're taking
your gun waves around
because you can't stop shaking
you beat your wife to death
for the shit you're taking
you can't undo the thing,
you shot him
if you ask me,
he deserved it
that's what he gets
for ripping people off
if you're so unhappy
why don't you end it
here's a can of gasoline
now you can take a bath
you can light the match,
no question
if you can make your hands stop shaking
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i dreamed of you last night with a thousand knives in your back
you looked so surprised and the points, they were so sharp
for forty days and forty nights
insects bathed in the blood on your back
even in the absence of light
i know exactly where you are
i can smell you
stinking drunk with fear
pardon me while i bathe in your blood
do you remember... my sweet?
those innocent days
before i hacked off your hands
and fed them to the dogs?
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For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of the Serpent.
And as it is appointed for men to die once, but after this judgment.
Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow.
For what is your life?
It is even as a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.
There is a way that seems right to a man, and its end is the way of death.
The Serpent is not the author of confusion.
We ought to obey the Serpent rather than men.
The word that the Serpent has spoken will judge him in the last day.
What will a man give in exchange for his soul?
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backbiter
09:12
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stabbed in the back again
what makes you think i cannot see you
stabbed in the back again
what makes you think i cannot see you
i don't need you
i don't need you anymore
the taint of the leech
the mark i will bear no more
contaminated
quarantined
i thought i couldn't live without
until i did
i know you're out there
somewhere
spreading your virus
spreading your disease
you are so unclean
i should have killed you
and saved you
from yourself
you're a maggot
feeding on the falling flesh
you're a cancer
contaminating the weak flesh
even when the rot sets in
still you feed
even when the meat is raw
still you feed
even through the smell of the dead
still you feed
even through the smell of the dead
still you feed
i know what you've told them
i've heard the lies you tell everyone
i know they didn't believe them
everyone knows i'm fucking innocent
you're a liar
your open mouth a festering hole
of hate and fear
and raw stupidity
the only reason they believe your lies
is because they're even dumber than you
i don't care what they say
i know the truth
you're a liar
i'll cut your tongue out
and feed it to you
and then i'll laugh
at your bitter fucking tears
tell me now
how you want to die
by pliers
or icepick
if it helps to make up your mind
they both take
a long fucking time
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satan
i see him everywhere
inside you
inside me
inside
everyone
inside
everything
they call him legion
always outside
always in darkness
always alone
his mouth
so ripe with teeth
his claws
so dark with blood
hypnotized
by those wide blue eyes
mesmerized
by those bound hands
satan whispers
in my ear
he tells me
to kill you
i see england
i see france
i see a dead girl
with no underpants
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Korperschwache Austin, Texas
Korperschwache was formed in Austin, TX in 1995 and has since released piles of albums on labels such as Crucial Blast,
Public Guilt, Inam Records, Cut Hands, Faunasabbatha, Peasant Majik, and more.
Korperschwache is:
RKF -- guitar, vox, efx, paranoid delusions
Doktor Omega -- beats, time, space, dominatrix vibes
... more
Korperschwache recommends:
"Jim Wells" (NORENT063)
by Scathing
Scathing (Kenny Brieger), from Texas, is one of the best power-electronics bands in existence right now and while the entire band's catalog is excellent, this is one of Kenny's best.
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violent for being sexually desired
by scopophilia
This collaboration between the women of Himukalt and Military Position is unique in its combination of edm and noise. Everything by both separate bands is excellent as well and worth hearing.
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telegraphy by the sea
by jim haynes
Minimalist drone artist Jim Haynes, who also runs the amazing Helen Scarsdale Agency label, is prolific and consistently excellent. This is one of his best albums and a fine place to start.
go to albumIf you like Korperschwache, you may also like:
ON040 - Monoceros
by Forcefed Horsehead
Forcefed Horsehead describe themselves as “grindpunk,” and their visceral mesh of extreme metal subgenres heads direct for the pit.
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ON021 - Death Shapes
by Mordant Arrow
Self-described as “black acid industrial dread,” Mordant Arrow deliver occult EBM that provokes shivers.
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Lee "Scratch" Perry's Guide to the Universe
by New Age Doom
Created in partnership with the Canadian noisemakers, the late legend's final collaborative LP enshrines his ability to lift joint ventures into otherworldly territory.
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