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Inner Blight
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1. Inner Blight
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: The Pleasure of Harm
Sickness
Rotting from within
Diatribes
Litany of fragility
Crypts under lock a key
Miasma of putridity
Puddles of inequity
Spilling over eventually
I can't sleep
Horrible memories
Ashes of all that remains
The mind under strain
Lost on the moors of insanity
The mist covers my inadequacies
Sacrificed
On the alters of normalcy
Modernity
Turned against me...
Stripped metaphorically
Of everything that used to be
The hollow within
Suffocating my id
Burned alive
The fires of avarice
Blacken the soil
And sowing it with salt
You can't run away
From yourself...
The most intimate thoughts
Are deftly cut
Bleed them out
Before your very eyes
Leave me
To rot in Hell
The last remnants of life
Crucified...
This prison
Of the mind
Lashed constantly
Salvation denied...
Fists pound
In utter frustration
Deconstruction
Of the self
The very core
Of my being
Extruded and rendered
Sown eyes
See nothing...
Destroyed
From within
My inner blight
All consuming
Alan Watts -
We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.
There will always be suffering. But we must not suffer over the suffering.
The sense of wrong is simply failure to see where something fits into a pattern, to be confused as to the hierarchical level upon which an event belongs.
The more we struggle for life (as pleasure), the more we are actually killing what we love.
Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.
Man suffers only because he takes seriously what the Gods made for fun.
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Death in Small Doses
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2. Death in Small Doses
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: The Pleasure of Harm
Spread,
Innocuously...
Sprayed,
Liberally
The science
Of limited understanding
Playing god,
For profit
Studies
Perpetuate the lie
Financed science
To get the results you want
Human trials
Massage the data
Torture it
Till it bleeds for you
Scorched earth
Effluvial obliteration
Bio-accumulation
Strangling the soil
Microbial decimation
As yields fall
Plants,
Turning yellow...
'Roundup' is in everything
Your cereal to the water you drink
Long term consequences
Still not fully understood
Corporate entities
Known to have lied
About many things
Tout the benefits
Of emerging technologies
They poison you
Through your food
While politicians
Do nothing...
Spiking cancer rates
Birth defects
And abnormalities
As the corporation
Rakes in the cash
Greedy fingers
That claw the earth
Wanting to own
The food supply
Itself...
Cellular breakdown
Or rampant replication
Biological processes
Interrupted
Bleeding from the mouth
As your organs begin to collapse
Spoon fed
Small doses of death
Licking the knife
Clean...
Stocks
Skyrocket
A triumph of man...
Or the killings begin?
The courts
Bury the little guy
By siding with the juggernaut
Fields,
Emerald green
Now sickly,
As far as the eye can see
Chemicals
That lace everything
Spring run-off
Taints the lakes
Aquifers,
Infected
Ingestion,
Undetected...
The collapse
Of the food supply
Killing millions
In the blink of an eye
Over-reliance
On a centralized system
Incentivizing
Basic needs
This leads to misery
Profits before people
Is a rule not a mantra...
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Black Dust
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3. Black Dust
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: The Pleasure of Harm
Fire
Vitrifies the earth
The gods of thunder
Powers usurped
The power to kill
A million at a time
Dancing on the wind
High in the sky
Wrong place
Wrong time
Down wind...
All dies
Ashes of life
Now infected
Silently fall
Grey snow
Mass graves
The only legacy
Left alive
Radiation sickness is damage to your body caused by a large dose of radiation often received over a short period of time. The amount of radiation absorbed by the body — the absorbed dose — determines how sick you'll be.
Skin,
Sliding from the flesh
Organ failure
Imminent
Patriotic till the end
Believe in government
"Too many variables to calculate..."
The black dust, seals your fate
The lies
Expertly compartmentalized
Living in ignorance
Sacrificed by science
Slaves to science
Studied
In the last moments of death
The experiment
Continues...
Reports,
Analyze the dataset
"Wide area affectation"
Beyond the blast
Where the dust fall
It's the end of life
Poisoned
By man's ingenuity
Beware,
the shadow from above
Death falling
More black dust
Families culled
Bones in the hollow
Dust falls
goodbye world...
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Downwinders
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4. Downwinders
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: The Pleasure of Harm
Grey day
The sun is hiding
But the wind's
Still cold...
All the flowers
That I put on your grave
Have died
And blown away
I can still
See her face
In the shadows
Of the life we made
Now the cobwebs
Lie upon
Her eternal rest
The wind, cries Mary...
Over the bones of yesteryear
My only friend the silence
And the empty chair where you used to sit
Coughing
The lungs burn,
Soon the burning
Turns to blood
Wasting,
Emmaciated
Food...
Ashes in your mouth
The deadly bloom
Turning the sky black
Rain falling
Black on black
The land,
Slowly turns gray
Its people
Withered away...
Doctors lie
The grift
And denial
Hush money
Liberaly spent
On beaurocrats
And enforcement
Knifed in the back
By your own government
Protect and serve...
By dying for the "greater good"
But who's really at fault?
You could have left
Abandoned your God...
Reflections
Reveal the lies
Empty prayers
Unravel into the void
Empty words
Ignored
Fantasies
And coping strategies
Constructs
For the weak willed
Eclipsed
By mans recklessness
All is dust
In the wind
Ignore the warnings
And live your hell
All shall die...
Loved ones
Laying prone
On the bed
Skeletal hands
Intertwined
You watch the light
Slowly fade entirely
A husk of flesh
Left behind
Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, for they are the true Messiahs - Cursed are the god-idolaters, for they shall be shorn sheep!
There is no light
At the end of the tunnel
The bitter regret
Is all that remains
Culled life,
Systematically
The scientific data
Must be complete
Requiescant in pace, et non Deus miserere animabus vestris
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Burking
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5. "Burking"
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: The Pleasure of Harm
Midnight,
The moon is high,
The fresh reek in the air
Decomposition mixed with earth
The cart,
Hidden in mist
Ready for the grisly package
The sounds of digging
Into the night
Only the devil by my side...
"Why am I here?"
"There has to be a better way..."
Nefarious thoughts
Start to take seed
Granny next door
Is the first to go
"Natural causes" they say...
I'm slowly falling
Toward the edge of sanity
Rake in the money
But guilt, stains it red
Insatiable demand
To understand the human condition
There aren't enough bodies
To mutilate...
The flickering streetlights
Act like my fatal guide
Leading me,
To the next kill...
Enbroiled in the insanity
I can barely think, barely see...
Bloodless nights
So the body stays warm
The procurors
Like 'em fresh
I'm getting bolder
Sometime two or three a night
But soon comes
The Pied Piper...
The final remnants
Of my humanity
Smothered,
By victim thirty-three
One night the cops come
Arrest me and drag me off
A fitting death,
Defleshed under the knife
Medical experiments
Examination of my brain
The secrets of abhorrency
Probed relentlessly
My polished bones
Forever on display
A cautionary tale
Of lunacy...
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Jouska
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6. Jouska
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: The Pleasure of Harm
Words
Ringing in my ears
Scorched earth
Sentences laced with salt
Designed to deconstruct
And maim the mind
Verbal lacerations
Denigrate....
The endless screed
Replaying needlessly
Reverberations of
Utter inadequacy
Flayed by the truth
Blind eyes finally see
It's you against you
As it's always been...
The treaties of complacency
Lead me to the Guillotine
Heads roll...
When logic turns cold
Can't distinguish
Friend from foe
This sickened dream
Rotting from the inside out
Salvation
Too far to reach...
Blackened memories
The charred remains of stability
A funeral
In an empty room
You have no friends...
Who would bother to mourn you?
Exclusionary policies
Ensure isolation
In the depths of my darkest fears
Lies the reflection of my own wretched self
Starring
Into the abyss
Straining to hear
Is that me?
Calling for help...
All these years
I've been doing it alone
Not a single person cared
My flesh to stone
My feelings are a weakness
My final apotheosis
Igniting the black flame
Cuttings and suicide
Bloom like flowers in my mind
The sheer face
Of utter desolation
Emotions, DOA...
A letter signed for Mommy and Daddy
A life lost....
Ended with silent words
The flames of retribution
Fed by negativity
Abnegation
Of reality
In my quiet world
The storm rages
Innocence lost?
Or was it really mine to claim
The opening doors,
Hell awaits...
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Technate
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7. Technate
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: The Pleasure of Harm
Bars on the windows
Bars on my mind
Expression terminated
For the "greater good"
Lost on a sea of disinformation
You're not allowed to speak
Suffer in isolation
Why me?
The iron fist
That keeps us in check
A tiered society
Destroying itself
There's nothing here to see,
Go back to your home
Rot away in silence,
Devoid of hope
Public Servants
Playing the role of god
Harsh penalties
For just existing
Lockdowns...
Bury the weak
Suicides climbing
Week on week...
Darkness,
Within and without
Loss of faith
Incipit corruption
Ideals
Rot on the vine
Locked away
As life slips by...
Communities,
Disintegrate
Total allegiance
To the State...
The blood of a thousand lives
Stains the hands
Of bent politicians
Life's now meaningless
Existing, for one purpose
The jaws of annihilation
Expectations die in utero
Illumination,
Turns to shadows....
Another life
That seems so far away
Propagandize
To the 'n'th degree
Fear,
Turning into hate
The dystopian future
Of Hell awaits...
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Weapon of Opportunity
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6. Weapon of Opportunity
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: Pleasure of Harm
Hegellian dialectic
Problem, reaction, solution...
Corporate collusion,
Third party hands to wield
Bribe the citizenry
With trinkets and frivolities
Purchased consent
On a mass scale
Human testing
A great experiment
Novel technology
Effectiveness uncertain
Corporate overlords
See emerging markets
Fill the void
With quack science
In the boardrooms
They're counting the dividends
Coffers filled with gold,
The fines are insignificant
All the people
Waiting on a miracle
Sold a dream
That ebbed away
Lives collapse,
Burning in the aftermath
While the guilty
Claim "It wasn't me..."
The millions in secret accounts
Tax free banks
In the Caymans
Getting away with murder
Recompensed
By their judicial friends
The illusion of democracy...
For you and me
The wheel crushes all
Especially those, who stand tall
Targeted for silent removal
Either silenced or killed
Curate the data
To make it say what you want
Edit Wikipedia
To erase the past
Fact checked,
By mere opinion
Checkmarks
Trump reason...
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Kenopsia
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9. Kenopsia (Aftermath)
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: The Pleasure of Harm
Empty streets
Overwhelming
No sound
Just quiet...
All around
Familiar sights
Now fallen into ruin
Nature overtakes
And slowly suffocates
Modernity
Under a carpet of green
One hundred years ago
When the bombs fell
The land died
Driven by extremity
Old wounds
Never fully healed
Ripped anew
With terrible ramifications
All the world
Burned in cupidity
Sewn eyes
Never really see
The thin veneer
Of superiority
Lent by
Emerging technologies
In the flames of perdition
A new identity is forged
Self-centered and arrogant
A danger to us all
In the pale light
Of the burning cities
As the black snow begins to falls
A vein of misery
Reaching out into nothing
Strewn across the land
The fields
Lay thick with the freshly dead
The reek of purulency
And radioactivity
The lonely clicks
Of a long forgotten Geiger Counter
The sum of progress
Cancels humanity
Spinning our wheels
On useless things
Directed energy
Into moral insanity
The last gasp
Of a flawed species
The echoes from beyond
Reverberate into eternity
Scorched earth
Our only legacy
The dust of history
Lays us to sleep
The remnants of society
Laid to rest
Under the mantle
Of everlasting night
The curtain close
As we fade from sight...
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Christopher Carrion Kingston, Ontario
Progressive Metal Artist from Canada. I do Death, Black, Progressive and Classic Rock. I have issues.
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