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The Kult of Appalachia

by The Prolet Kult

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1.
The Pharisees Shall Not Be Martyrs Go pray to your idols Upon your stages of light Make a mock'ry of what you say is right! Shout til you're blue Slam your fist yell about obedience Like you know any of this! Open up your book And cherry pick the points Talk of nations, kings, crooks Governmental joints Talk about prayer But stay the silent While Picking up your rifle Just To get violent Defending the business Wanting more money Vanity is fruitless You should know this Defending the nation They're lines in the sand Militaristic vocation Abandoning your God with a flag in your hand For an omnipresent God, Your idols are nothing! (Breakdown) The Pharisees won't be martyrs When they fall and break their neck Or turn their gold into dust Or the cloth used to heal the sick Vanity is nothing! Flags are nothing We are all one! All one! All one! We are all one! All one! All one! The Pharisees won't be martyrs When they fall and break their neck Or turn their gold into dust Or the cloth used to heal the sick Vanity is nothing! Flags are nothing
2.
Force Fed 06:19
Force Fed Bullshit Lies! Lies Lies! Motherfuck this! Lies! Cries Ties! Stand on the street Make an ass out of us! (Inst break) Throw my book in my face Just regurgitating! (Inst break) Never wanna listen! Always wanna yell! (Inst break) Hateful bullshit out of your mouth You ain't no preacher! (Acapella) Just another hateful motherfucker with a megaphone! Force Fed Bullshit Lies! Lies Lies! Motherfuck this! Lies! Cries Ties! Claim to save only wanna make slaves to hate! Killing people help them reach their fate! Make a bunch of fascists, lead the world to the gates! Hellfire awaits you! Don't say we didn't warn ya! Force Fed Bullshit Lies! Lies Lies! Motherfuck this! Lies! Cries Ties! Claim to Love! Force fed hate! Mission from above! Little too late! Didn't read enough! Wanna crusade! Saved by Jesus! Damned by the same! (Breakdown) You will burn in hell for the hate that you SERVE! Parody! Mockery! Farcity! Hateful Prodigy! Smack this Bitch! Chew the stitch! Hunt this witch! Disguising themself as a Christian! Parody! Mockery! Farcity! Hateful Prodigy! Smack this Bitch! Chew the stitch! Hunt this witch! Disguising themself as a Christian! Force Fed Bullshit Lies! Lies Lies! Motherfuck this! Lies! Cries Ties!
3.
Wintertide 17:03
The bitterest of cold This tragedy foretold Unbeknown Unshown To the kinfolk of this country home A bittersweet air Violet skin bare A violent kiss Howling winds turn to hiss Finding itself a victim to all of this She'll be coming round this mountain On a pale horse she'll ride With a silver dress Made with winter hide She'll be coming round this mountain On a pale horse she'll ride With her winter's embrace There's nowhere to hide Fingers frozen Her ailments you are chosen Stiff and mortis rigor Whiskey cannot bring such vigor Run as you will She has already pulled the trigger Such a stasis Ice bound bases Rust turns to frost In her clutches like Faust She is Mephistopheles You seem to be so lost She'll be coming round this mountain On a pale horse she'll ride With a silver dress Made with winter hide She'll be coming round this mountain On a pale horse she'll ride With her winter's embrace There's nowhere to hide Her winter touch consumes you Her numb touch you sleep to Close your eyes little soul Let her frost fill the hole Icicles closing up wounds Her snow pounds you like Dunes Your minutes turn to seconds The reaper, your door, he beckons For this siren has bested you A devil you're a victim to The queen of this arctic mountain she is A statue she make you into She'll be coming round this mountain On a pale horse she'll ride With a silver dress Made with winter hide She'll be coming round this mountain On a pale horse she'll ride With her winter's embrace There's nowhere to hide
4.
I'm Not Here 11:04
Walking through these streets Unnoticed but always seen Walking alone and asleep Isolated underneath the aural sheets Bequeathed the life behind the scenes To another lover it seems One that can do so much better than me You're still here, but I'm not here You're still here, but I'm not here You're still here, but I'm not here You're still here, but I'm not here In a shell of myself Povertous wealth of health Comforting myself with blankets and gush Hands on my ears and such get the world to hush I am nothing it seems But a ghost that walks these endless streets Full of faces Walking different paces Speaking different levels jaded Feeling so faded this isn't happening, I'm not here I scream to my beer Face down in the bar Waiting for this stop being so hard Waiting for the thoughts to cease For my moments to ease For the sirens call to believe that i need To stay and grow my seed To fulfill every need Of every neighbor I see Every family here, I feed Every home filled and planted seed You're still here, but I'm not here You're still here, but I'm not here You're still here, but I'm not here You're still here, but I'm not here To disappear (I'm not here) Mind so clear (I'm not here) Mind scream and jeer (I'm not here) Old homes near (I'm not here) And they scream at me (I'M NOT HERE!) I'll go on a walk, but I'm not here People on the chalk, but I'm not here Praying to God, but I'm not here That I'll disappear, and I'm not here!
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6.
Lamentations 10:06
Standing in my field Stared up at the stars Seeing the forces that wield Such present scars such peace so present Such stillness abound the longing for heaven sent Makes a heaven bound Longing for a stillness Longing for the break When the rest has come For heaven's sake Longing for the stillness One that's the wild All i have left is what hasn't been down filed This world burns you away Molds you into it's shape Any innocence it takes away From rape to the selling yourself To make it day to day There's no hope here As much as I see I just wish I had the peace Here with me One so abound and promised to come That only comes when my day is done Longing for a stillness Longing for the break When the rest has come For heaven's sake Longing for the stillness One that's the wild All i have left is what hasn't been down filed supposed to have a child's faith This world only wants the jaded Only a husk, the dead wraith The living faded Lamentations of the living Self mutilated, sold and dwindling Living and loving souls withering Keeping your fire on with kindling Sell your stomach to eat Only buy the alcohol to hold back The demons you try to beat Turns out it's your kid you attack. Longing for a stillness Longing for the break When the rest has come For heaven's sake Longing for the stillness One that's the wild All i have left is what hasn't been down filed I want the stillness I want the peace That the forest has promised me I want the stillness I want the peace That the forest has promised me But I'll be dead and buried And food for the trees! Longing for a stillness Longing for the break When the rest has come For heaven's sake Longing for the stillness One that's the wild All i have left is what hasn't been down filed

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