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Mass Psychosis
02:36
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No one recalls the first day
The exact moment shit hit the fan
Was it an acute shot into our veins
Or an echo we ignored again
Drowned out by endless feeds
of conspiratorial waste
Muffled by logical fallacies
Dulled out and eventually replaced
A mass psychosis induced by systemic cirrhosis, or,
capitalism’s failure
Its effects now never ending/everlasting (x2)
The voices whisper sweet nothings
Answers to your questions
Occam’s razor could not provide you with
An endless network to appease essentialist urges
Irrational pattern of thoughts, incorrigible to the person
Digital delusions presented as solutions
I’ve heard “solutions” before, they’re not that great a deal
Maybe you’ve asked the wrong questions, maybe should’ve read
Before presupposing facts are things that you interpret
Science, a neuroleptic demonized as a threat
“Common sense”, all rejoice
Apply bias wherever it suits you
Lula imprisoned, CIA-backed coups
Just who is conspiring against whom?
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Rift Inducer
02:24
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Dissociation, time and space dilutes into mist
My imagination never fleeting from thoughts of death at hand
Parallel worlds; is all this really happening
Locked inside closed quarters
Waiting to be infected
Flipping coins to see what’s behind the threshold
Split second, the moment everything dissipates
Granular disaster divided into infinitesimals
The tear across continuums, the hole that stares back at you
Parallel worlds; is all this really happening
Locked inside closed quarters
Waiting to be infected
Flipping coins to see what’s behind the threshold
Split second, the moment everything dissipates
Immune response failure
Rift inducer
The rift through which we pass, induced by the callousness by which life we spend
A pandemic mismanaged, a black hole of hubris foreboding worse to come
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Circles
01:16
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Every day, every night
Ouroboros, tail in mouth
Groundhog Day for mankind
Worsening with each one
Led astray, left behind
To the same place again
I am death
I am birth
I am
I am stardust turned to stardust
All we are; electrons, spinning
Intertwined; like waveforms phasing
String theory of endless misery
No escape from the clutches of mortality
Groundhog day for mankind
Worsening with each one
Stardust turning to rust
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4. |
Bone Unto Brine
02:43
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Concrete unto coral, bone unto brine
All that will be left of this society in decline
Droughts and famine force people to move
as corporations monetize the need for water
Sea levels rising, permafrost thawing
All the while the stock market skyrockets
The ebb and flow of all things show
nothing lasts forever, you might be the first to go
Squirm in our peace, oblivious to what we breathe
Discouraged and diseased, our children will know whom to thank
Cells fused with plastics, poison in the soil
The end of it all is beyond our control
It might not matter, we wouldn’t care
We have accepted that yes, it might be better
80 percent of global pollution caused by 30 companies
In the face of it all their solution is nuclear energy
Archaic and fragile, we will be much the same
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5. |
King of Pikes
01:47
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Blood red footprints
Tracing in the sand
Freshly cut on the remnants of dead friendships
A crown of migraine
Ruling across the dirt
Lacking in diplomacy
Made up for by sheer apathy
Transients in unpredictable moods
stab like a pike into those around me
Solitary isolation is now a routine
built in to keep the outside from peeking in
Splitting the bulwark of my feudal system
Laying siege upon my own kingdom
Trust no one
Personal weaponry always concealed-carried and quickly drawn
Double spy
Burn bridges proactively; everyone leaves eventually
Pale, bony, in exile
No reason to continue this forced public facade
A guillotine awaits my public execution
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6. |
Pattern Recognition
01:36
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Torpedoes from a nuclear sub
Shooting stars scatter through the dark
The ego and the id are one and the same thing
The century of self, here to pass me by
I fall
The wind as it skirts the grass
Stained by blood shed by our own hands
The human and primate are one and the same thing
The schisms between us, sewn and torn again
New tensions feeling all much too fucking old
Histories repeated, reduced to mere footnotes
The human and primate are one and the same thing
The schisms between us, sewn and torn again
New tensions feeling all much too fucking old
The century of self, here to pass me by
I fall
I stay
I crawl
I prey
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7. |
Autumn
03:43
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Some days I can’t seem to manage missing time
The everyday burden, washed away and hollowed out
Forced to appease to these systems not my own
Forlorn self-achievement, overshadowed by angst and doubts
Competing for serfdom
Modern slavery, rewarded with endless consumption
Sleep away anxiety
Make your bed for all eternity
The switching of seasons
appeals to question
what specifically serves the function
of living life as an empty shell
The hours merge, the sunlight drains as weeks go on
The imminent urge to quit while I still can
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8. |
Your Prerogative
00:56
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Look down on the world you see
While above you stand the idols for whom you’ll kneel
Caught between being adorned and despaired
The entire world cannot be spared
…from your stream of bullshit
Spouted from behind the mask
A voice of diminishment
Demandingly, you will ask
People suck, generally that’s right
But why would you ever want to add to that
or is that the only way you can get off?
Go
Go fuck yourself
Instead of forcing others who don’t know how to say no
Go fuck yourself
How can it be
People like you get to be free
When your life consists of
taking others’ whenever pleased
Go fuck yourself
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9. |
Festering Orange
01:15
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Growths extend past the keratin
Pain multiplies with the heat
Skin rips open, revealing grease
Range of motion limited to mere degrees
Like leaves, curling, spurting hair and teeth
Like a bleeding tree
Festering orange, vibrant shades of pus and ichor
Skin, brittly textured as a dry salt lake
After weeks, tired, slouching
Nausea from chemotherapy
Feeling weak, worn and empty
As death collects in my lymphs
Oh, my sobbing child
Please hold my hand
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10. |
Moths To Flame
02:07
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Moths to flame, uncalloused minds cling to ease
The product of labor, turning forests to sears
Undemocratic distribution of wealth
Incessant free pass for the technocrats
Excess production, discarded waste
Conditions leaving bitter tastes
Flagrant corruption, blatant lies
Billionaires monopolize
You die
They promise, they exploit and they steal
what’s rightfully yours
They patent, they grift and “innovate”
With government funding
In bed with fascists, morally impotent
Bottomless pits for heads
In bed with fascists, morally impotent
Waiting for disaster
Excess production, discarded waste
Conditions leaving bad tastes
Flagrant corruption, blatant lies
Billionaires hanged by their ties
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11. |
Owl Parliament
02:05
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From obscure corners they send the talking points
to their figureheads on strings
In silent flight throughout digital fog
Watching battle as it begins
Unchaining new civil wars
Petrifying you with their gaze
Filling minds with poison
All for a profit that’s to be made
All to divide and conquer
All to put an end to democracy
Echo chambers sound out all reason
Dog whistles easily parroted
All beside their dissonance they’ll willfully refuse
No resolve for minds so obtuse
No overthrowing governments
when they’re backed by owl parliaments
Until the day they all discover
they’re the ones shipped off to labor camps
One by one they will fall
Carcasses to the vultures circling above
One by one they will sprawl
toward the bed of comfort they relinquished for ideas that rot
Control
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Sitting by that window
No recollection of where I am
I hear uproar in the hallway
How they know my name, I can’t tell
White ghosts pass through my room
Morning or eve, I can’t discern
Meds pushed down my stomach
Too frail to resist their claws
No day, just night
No end in sight
The fear just palpable
enough not to forget
My skin, diseased
Papyrus, it seems
The fear just palpable
enough to await relief
The strangers through the barrens
Swaying as time passes
Old faces in the mirrors
Telling me I won’t go home
(Fuck it, slice these wrists and go!)
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13. |
Neuron Nebula
04:05
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Something clots the clefts in synapses
A silent snow dances into them
Non-sequiturs engorged by the masses
A friendly fascist smiles as they manifest
Convolute vision, warp your thoughts like ink in water
Disable analytics, deteriorate into reaction
Like dregs in the sun
Constitute depletion, confound reality with mythology
Swallow propaganda, become fodder before the gun
Glorify your suicide
Dead neurons whirl erratically
Reprogrammed humans on a conveyor
Blind and bred specifically for battle
And to be killed for naught
Convolute vision, warp your thoughts like ink in water
Disable analytics, deteriorate into reaction
Like dregs in the sun
Constitute depletion, confound reality with mythology
Swallow propaganda, become fodder before the gun
Glorify your suicide
In these quagmires, no one can see
The fallibility of generations to come
Raised with perspectives no one controls
Dystopia welcomed by thundering applause
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14. |
Hypersleep
04:48
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Seal shut and commence
the cessation of breath and consciousness
Slip into cerebral limbo
Decelerate
Comatose proxy
Worshipping dreams in the maw of tranquil space
Ponder fragmented failures
Cryo-contemplation.
Toke and release
Relay focus to increased heart rate
Breathe and forget
in this vacuum of weightlessness
As particles of skin and dust
Cover my chrome hearse
Procrastinate humanity
Hibernation without end
Vile astral projection
Fly shit on white drapes
Simulated gravity pushing down on your chest as you try to reach
for an answer in the cold, dark void in which we’re laid to rest
Comatose proxy
Worshipping dreams in the maw of tranquil space
Ponder fragmented failures
Cryo-contemplation
Never to thaw again
Resembling death
Throughout infinity
Sleep and forget
Mending walls to neurosis
Tending to the unquantifiable result of mind
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Days of Desolation Halen, Belgium
Femke: vocals
Jasper: guitar
Owen: drums, vocals
Bart: guitar
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