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The Cancer of Creation

by Compendium

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1.
So they have gone into the bath Oh my god We are the not same we are the same I cant see, did you see They have arrived it is now time As are the ones That can only speak Disease and lies The looks of the end are the same As the blame They shove the dirt, Your waste They look at the dead They they take your waste And it shall be Obliterate Take it away Placenta obliteration Die Die, down death to earth Your fat pants are now Ruined, what are you to do For casual, Mondays at the resort I am nothing without hatetrid I doubt that you can say That you are true without intention But as it was your fat pants on display I can not reconcile that which You said is something that is sense I solemnly swear that No, I will never ever go to casual Monday I will not become you You are death You are oppression You are ignorance It is time you pass As all things do You are latched onto humanity And now there Culling shall ensue Time to die Yes you die We all dine And it is fine But 'tis the last 'Tis the greatest 'Tis the fat pants End most grand
2.
Wake me up The crow, it calls me Remember this day It is the last of the ignorant Now is the time where you mouth shall close Your teeth forced together, chipping that which apposes My brand on your hand your tear ducts secreating Your organs once inside, now in your arms, ripe for eating Barbed wire, holding you My precice hand, dicecting you My calm disolving, I require the purple dragon His tail of Toxic leukoencephalopathy catching me Alas my reach never catching him All though, his word is stern i shall continue the work I am without purpose You are without reality I will become the contrast You will feel wrath The surgery is prepared the paicents mind clear Warm sensations building inside me This bathroom stool now your blood This soap dispenser, now your gut My hammer, the tool for your face Watch as what you are is reborn The ritual of BLUDGEONING My art to become finite I am the creator of your fath I am the destroyer of the past you This is your blodgening reconstrustion
3.
analyze Empty is everything My eyes, turn around I am shadows in there eyes this is nothing to lose I have become equilibrium I am nothing. I will deduct you from your body you will meet with my hate A new existence spawning Your life of apathy, now your fate This time you know my enigma I will feed you to the crows A seed in the Meadow Doomed even before birth Eyes that cant see the complete picture A mind that cant help itself A liar that loves there misfortune You bleed Now YOu schizophrenic cunt You are like a really really bad person i hope you die of lou gehrig's disease Bone by Bone I reduce the, Organ by organ you de-evolve A sack of meat, to be punctured Just as i once was.
4.
White meat, A faint call inside my endeavor The mind inside, counting the time holding the dye I can feel, the light on my skin pulling me in Above me, my hands reach for the devil The combination complete, Regret, my eyes shed a tear Across wicked deceit, I have failed You cast me away cast me away My masquerade Dim was its little disk, and angel eyes Alone could see the phantom in the skies, When first Al Aaraaf knew her course to be Headlong thitherward o’er the starry sea — But when its glory swell’d upon the sky, As glowing Beauty’s bust beneath man’s eye, We paus’d before the heritage of men, And thy star trembled — as doth Beauty then!” I am now facelessness, i am one to run away in truth i knew that i am of phantom form incomplete, trapped in the core of all forever Within the marching time, the beats now out of line We cant see, as the light brings on the devil within me; the flesh binds and calls out for the nether I am passing away I can see the light My eyes burst and my body dissolves I am one with death Thus, in discourse, the lovers whiled away The night that waned and waned and brought no day They fell: for Heaven to them no hope imparts Who hear not for the beating of their hearts.
5.
The failures remain You are to lose Everything is doomed The final command, Death to our america This is the apocalyptic dream My head gone Corruption I have no sense left i have no hope left i am emptying A tale of wicked deceit, a liar whose hair is neat, defenestration I can not leave you We are one in the same I am tearing away from you Everything that we are now is sickening My eyes were shut long ago And i have the strength to escape The device became corrupt And the people began to die But we were rolling on doves And now i see my fault I am hatred I have learnt to die a traitors death With my last words, and my final breath I take it upon myself the death of humanity As it was i who made the thing that turned the light on
6.
Lead Bath 04:30
There are trapping you in a corner of demise Seemingly there is no escape don't mistake this The pitch forks rimed by the red glow of fire The fire to burn you to into oblivion The lasers shoot them down The lasers shoot me up They shore know something jay The laser everything Only death from here on Freedom in the form of an insult You deny the existence of others As a tree denys the existence of you god I deny you the right to be Cunt, I will end you I will Disassemble your bones I will hang you with your no.8 wire strings Fuck you cunt now you die Time to go and find your god Fuck you cunt, now you die God doesn't help corpses Those were my lasers I told your ignorant flock I kept my word true And my mind clear You are the fuck i wish i shot with the lasers i went and got from the supermarket because I am america and i hate myself I hate myself I deserve to die But i cant help myself As i will never try
7.
A wicked dilemma Of putrid belief My personal enigma I am not alive Consuming and evolving I am of perfect form The animation of all A being built of the blood Of the unborn I am pure Of the unborn From lifeless whores Piercing the vial My unborn hands collectively summon my true form That of bone and tar From stupid of mind I leap forth The fuck faces Of a god like birth I am decay I am Annihilation I am A godless abomination A simple form of evolution My chaos is pure This world will become nothing But my embryonic whore This filth purified by plague This planet waiting to be enslaved My presents, it is now finite A planet womb to abominate Dissolve this form This world will bare A face of true creation The manifestation Of my perfection The universe will weep This vessel my body The hull of deterioration

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This is Compendiums first album.

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released June 6, 2014

Ariki Perana- instrumentalist
Chelsea Dent-instrumentalist

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