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Rest in Pieces (Explicit)

from Eyes Onward by Reali-tGlitch

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Fallen are the wicked,
Or so it has been said.
Fallen are those, as well,
Who would wish them dead.
Then just think of me as Lucifer,
For I wish to see you slain.
The fallen angel, savior of man,
With nothing left to gain.

Suffering with all the lies
That you have just been fed,
Kept dumbed down with ignorance
As you take your fucking meds.
Hide away behind your walls
And curse away the pain
Of living in a life of nothingness
And the mundane.

Forget the life you've lived thus far
As we paint the town red.
Forget what you know about me,
For you have been misled.
They will call us enemies,
Sociopathic and insane.
Revel in the glory of the end,
As the angels sang

Rest in fucking pieces!
Rest in fucking pieces!
Rest in fucking pieces!
Glory be the death of those deserving six feet under!
Rest in fucking pieces!
Rest in fucking pieces!
Rest in fucking pieces!
Glory be the death of you as your body's torn asunder!

Fire burns as your stomach churns
And your body ceases form.
Existence all around you
Has strayed from the norm.
This proving ground of empty space
Has provided you with cause.
Caustic causality
In brutality's jaws.

You cannot stop this feeling;
It's already too late.
It has been from the very day
You tried to satiate
That feeling burning, itching,
Clawing inside you.
You're down and out, thanks for coming
I'll see you in a few.

I see what you have done and so I
await your fall.
I see that you are trying to
Make the last call.
I'm telling you there is no way out,
You know that you're enlightened,
But all they see is a monster,
And they panic; they are frightened.

This world has gone long enough
Without those like us.
The ones who writhe at the thought of it all,
And are masked in wretchedness.
Watch them flee as we make our way
To the frontline of the end,
Watch them scream and yell at us
When we tell them we're their friend.

Rest in fucking pieces!
Rest in fucking pieces!
Rest in fucking pieces!
Glory be the death of those deserving six feet under!
Rest in fucking pieces!
Rest in fucking pieces!
Rest in fucking pieces!
Glory be the death of you as your body's torn asunder!

Glory be the death of those deserving six feet under!

Glory be the death of you as your body's torn asunder!

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from Eyes Onward, released December 16, 2016

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Reali-tGlitch Seattle, Washington

A producer since the age of 12 in 2006, Reali-tGlitch has produced a great number of genres over the years. Now focusing more in goth/industrial/synthpop styles, while still letting loose in the 2 Hour Track Sundays compositions, he continues to make the music he loves.
Recently, he started a new side-project title Echo Ex Machina, focusing on instrumental cyberpunk-oriented music. ... more

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