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The Great Deep
08:35
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Contagious is the helpless blind
Unknown, unheard of
A thousand songs unsung
Steady hands will tie our nooses
Migrate, off into the senseless void
To march the ocean floor
Where nothing feels and nowhere’s near
Narrowing down the horizon
Until it sets in black forever
The flies will find their way to every carcass
Detached
Boneless
Numb, down to the marrow
Migrate, off into the senseless void
To march the ocean floor
Where nothing feels and nowhere’s near
A thousand songs unsung
Until it sets in black forever
A thousand songs unsung
Until it sets in black
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Pig Manners
06:37
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Don’t you ever say a word
Hold each others backs in silence
Hold on to every filthy finger that you can
Be the discomfort
Pretending oblivious, too scared to even try
You know you are the tumour but still you won't stop nourishing it.
The dormant half bears all the guilt
The shapeless demons cast the longest shadows
It’s never bright enough.
The shapeless demons cast the longest shadows
No one hears or knows.
One day teeth will be sharpened on your bones
Hell will always find it’s way home
No matter how far we’ve come we’ll always have a thousand miles to go, all because of you
The fucking pigs
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Forked Tongues
06:45
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Mouldridden and callous
Bleak is this dead soil
Unseen wonders and promised grace
None that’s ever present
Dust all over shiny thrones
Always above
Like vultures, circling
Where nothing grows
Their words are weightless
Spoken from a pitch black hole at the end of the rainbow
Their words are weightless
Trust no one
Trust no one
The year of the snake is endless
Forever forked tongues
The best laid plans will never be for us
They left us with burning fields and a scheme of ash
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Loathe
07:51
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Bury me unused
Nail the chains to my ankles
Wear me out like I’m worthless
Upon the altar where the circle never ends
Where the light will never take us
It sucks me in
Like tourists in our own skin
My whole being is a phantom limb
Where the light will never take us
It sucks me in
Loathing the gold paved path
Onwards to drain all will
To take me nowhere
Barely floating
Swallowed by the same sea
The same cold hole as the rest
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Iron Pike Malmö, Sweden
Slow and heavy.
Oscar - drums
Niklas - organ, noise & vocals
Björn - guitar & vocals
Anna - bass
ironpikeband@gmail.com
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