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Crit
03:18
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You will know my name.
I was not born to royalty.
Burden the blood of all of my family,
Place it on my hands.
Place it on me.
The gods decide our fate. (They play games)
Roll the dice, let chance decide.
I move with purpose through this.
Every new slaughter is for the father.
The tie that binds us is the end.
I am exile.
This is my rite,
A fitting end for a betrayer.
I'll tear apart everything I see.
It doesn't matter if it brings you back to me.
I am only good for one thing.
Death will be my legacy.
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2. |
White Knuckles
02:50
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Worship the warmth,
Keep it held close to your chest.
This is a crutch.
It only drags this out.
Reset.
You can't even tell me what it is that I'm dealing with.
So fucking uncertain, intentionally evasive,
For fucking what?
With white knuckles, I dive in.
Dive in.
This is sadistic.
The gnashing of teeth does it for me.
I find some solace in your misery.
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Fire Keeper
04:12
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This was a peaceful place.
I could rest my head.
Feel like myself.
If I leave, I am a coward.
This is something I cannot fix,
And staying won't make it better.
It's not like you'd remember.
If it were reveresed, and I found myself in a lonely place,
I'd like to think, even if I couldn't control my thoughts,
That I'd think of you.
We were a forest fire.
Couldn't stop if we wanted.
I want that fire back.
I need that fire back in me.
They say there is comfort in the quiet,
But the silence leaves my ears
Ringing with the last words
We have not said that I cannot say just yet.
It will happen slow, but I will lose you.
I will try and hold on, but it will happen slow.
It will happen slow.
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Proletariat
03:49
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Tied tight around your neck.
Reflection's not what it used to be.
A hollow shell.
Is this really all that's left of me.
The common man is bound to a chair
Exists in between deadlines and nowhere.
Focus up.
Keep your thoughts directed.
What was once wild and free is now tame and domestic.
Just a fucking slave to a desk.
Where do I exist?
I exist in nowhere.
It's the fucking dead hour that I can't take.
We spend our days wishing they were over.
Our backs all break, just under different weight.
To think I did this all for you
It makes me feel like a goddamn fake.
What the fuck do I even like anymore.
And, in the end, it was 3pm that I could not take.
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ROGUELIKE Raleigh, North Carolina
With a love for challenging games and even more challenging music, Roguelike pulls its influences from a number of djent and progressive genres.
Our first EP, Rotting Shrine, is available now.
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