1. |
Material Curiosity
04:35
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I made the tool for Ape to school
A consciousness to rule the fool
I writ the tome to write the man
To populate this violent land
Plagues and disease
I'll part the seas
Blood on the door
First born released
I'll flood the earth
To save the pig
Save the pig
Your moral rift
Is not my gig
I'll sick the flea
To tell the rat
Tell the rat
That millions more will pay for that
I sold the slaves for 'nomic trade
My name is money
My wealth is hate
This son of mine
Let's nail him down
The only tactic I have to save you now
My brutal force is my embrace
You've got to love my sour taste
I sent the leaders to tally up lives
They summed them up with my disguise
My experiments
A warfare embrace
The screams are noted for the future race
Serial killers
The giving saints
A proclamation
To my mysterious graces
Untold stories beyond this psalm
My hand is silent
My word is God
This son of mine
Let's nail him down
The only tactic I have to save you now
My brutal force is my embrace
You've got to love my sour taste
We are all the gods we say there are
We paint the Earth with all our scars
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2. |
Psychle
03:53
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I lie on my back at night trying to figure out
The beast of doubt
The beast of doubt
My eyes scream an open fight to shadows' sight
That beats me down
That beats me down
Spine adjustment with restless brain will navigate
No threshold here
Our light, sound-vibration
Are just two fists of emptiness
In squandered bliss
I already feel like I've lived too long
This stint of life drags on with lesser songs
I drive to toil and earn my way
What the fuck did I even do today
The psychle remains
As I lay awake
The psychle remains
As i lay awake
I lie agape in judgments wake
To persevere another day
With Hell to pay
I scrape the clay with broken blade
To interfere
Brainwaves
Brainwaves
What did I say
The stitches drag and snag along the ridges of this atmosphere
When thoughts appear
I'm not as lonely when pain holds me near
So again I bare this nightmare
As a hybrid
Confusion ascertains
Conflicting ideology cures all the hunger pangs
But to see the dichotomy from primal to mutated strain
Realization turns to sadness again
Again
Like prestidigitation
This transubstantiation
Will cure this shadow being
Well it fucking won't
No it wont
The maker writ no consent for this life
To this I say that it's all so wrong
Which is why I'm broke
With robes of gilded guilt and wings of ashen silt
These crucifixes fixes nothing again
For its built from sin
So this goal called hope is just dope
For the uninformed to bloat
The ego scratching away at its den
The Psychle remains
As I lay awake
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3. |
Clockwork < Zero
04:16
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Infiltrate Insemination
Encode DNA with deformation
Become the product of eradication
Send in the butcher for the next sensation
The ones in charge seem to have no remorse
To take the life from this earthly shrine
Luxury comfort for disinformation
Ain't nothing better for a better time
Psy-operations
Religious extremists
Private Corps taking all that we breathe
The world is set
For mass extinction
Time to lead
Or get on your knees
Whips to lasers
Alienation
It's pretty clear we need a war
Death rays
Not science fiction
Atomic bombs and so much more
The masses getting dumber by the second
The hubris of our ego chalked in white
The war is coming of class and race
We were bred to fight fight fight
With all these death drones
And radiation
Propaganda
Addictive Medication
Elite member
Intimidation
A prison sentence if the truth be told
Psy-operations
Religious extremists
Private Corps taking all we breathe
The world is set
For mass extinction
Time to lead
Or get on your knees
Biochemical
Asphyxiation
We have our slavery by consent
The life we live
Indoctrination
Bomb suit terror fest
Fear mongers
Trepidation
It's pretty clear we're in a war
Shadow meetings
To cloak real knowledge
No mistake
We will all be lore
THIS IS WAR
Life is war
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4. |
Separate Waves
04:09
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Your skull is breeding knowledge for nothing
Your body is a vessel of decay
These words are just wasted vibration
This earth will be nothing some day
Scream silent contempt and anger
Cry coarse the throat of life
Dream empty
Passion and discourse
In death we all rely
In death you can't deny
There's no reply
Born
Breathe
Eat
Shit
Breed
And die
Born, breathe, eat, shit, breed and die
All action defined as nothing
All history is screwed
Control is as useless
As useless as you
Consciousness
A meaningless project
Conviction
A tactless thought
All verses will have an implosion
All worlds will someday stop
Wake up and live in this moment
Your past is not you now
The days ahead are fruitless
A constant change without vow
Scream silent
Contempt and anger
Cry coarse the throat of life
Dream empty
Passion and discourse
In death we all rely
In death you can't deny
There's no reply
Born
Breathe
Eat
Shit
Breed
And die
Born, breathe, eat, shit, breed and die
Born, breathe, eat, shit, breed and die
Born, breathe, eat, shit, breed and die
Born, breathe, eat, shit, breed and die
They say silence is golden
But what use is gold after death
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5. |
0101
02:50
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0101
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6. |
Falling Under (In Time)
04:32
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Two steps back and never ahead
The saboteur is breaking the bread
The final moment to decide or derail
Gets sidelined by the oncoming hail
The Rabbi
The Rebel
The Martyr
The Fake
Their leadership only points one way
Myopic site with a sense of despair
All naive topics to ensnare our glare
There is no line to cross
Just heaps of sand to swallow
The Rubicon is lost
Overcast by my own shadows
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
All my life
I have fallen under in time
The load of this lie
Is dragging me out of my mind
But swollen with pride
I beat a drum that's not mine
Until the day I die
Just a reflection of all that I've tried
A tepid rerun of a lower class show
The night stars over trampled snow
Seldom come to the kingdom in the sky
For the fox's lair is an outright lie
The meaning
The moral
The sheep
Or the snake
There's limitations from which hand you take
From there on out
It's the words that are dealt
Cycles sold from a seller of doubt
There's no line to cross
Just heaps of sand to swallow
The Rubicon is lost
Overcast by my own shadows
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
All my life I have fallen under in time
The load of this lie
Is dragging me out of my mind
But swollen with pride
I beat a drum that's not mine
Until the day I die
Just a reflection of all that I've tried
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7. |
Beta Draconis (SCI Mix)
04:59
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There's something older
There's something wiser
A domineering cold blooded hypnotizer
A shape shifter
A wealthy elite
In due time we all will bow at their feet
We see the signs
Technological
No more real meaning to the word social
They've carved us out
A pretty little screen
Our walk of shame if you know what I mean
It's all convenience
To sate our needs
The openness to caress our greed
Us zombies calling
Submissive rights
Drown out the noise and turn off the lights
Dance dance
Dance to the grave
Sub human counter culture gripping the fray
Dance dance
The mindless enslaved
Put up those arms and get carried away
Dance dance
Dance to the grave
Sub human counter culture gripping the fray
Dance dance
The mindless enslaved
Put up those arms and get carried away
Weighted to scale
The gods are green
Talons crafted for a broken machine
Hiding behind
A veiled scene
They say it's too late to do anything
So craft your craft
And love what you've got
Drink your poison
And sink with the rot
No savior coming
All you've got is yourself
The night is young so let's raise some hell
Dance dance
Dance to the grave
Sub human counter culture gripping the fray
Dance dance
The mindless enslaved
Put up those arms
And get carried away
Dance dance
Dance to the grave
Sub human counter culture gripping the fray
Dance dance
The mindless enslaved
Put up those arms
And get carried away
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8. |
Fall of Pride
02:56
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You tell us
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9. |
Gearline Consumption
03:15
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We're just factories
Mechanical
A primal diatribe
With mandibles
We're just mercenaries
Of solitude
Producing nothing but parasites made like me and you
We are energy
And chemical
Hazardous waste
Running on petrol
We're just satellites
Circling
A thoughtless vulture in the mist only searching
We've all been bottled up to drink slow
The expiration date was set when we were born
We've all been bottled up
Our cage door's been slammed shut
The manufacturer's an eager machine
It's all uncut and so unclean
Our labels' all been printed out
Unintelligible yet oh so loud
What's there left to keep us here
It's convoluted and unclear
We tip the scales
All balance lost
Full speed ahead
We see the cusp
The end is nigh
We say again
Majority kills
Destroy the trend
We all sit living desolate
Reaching out so desperate
Knowing not the chains abound we sacrifice the never found
We've all been bottled up to drink slow
The expiration date was set when we were born
We are energy
And chemical
Hazardous waste
Running on petrol
We're just satellites
Circling
A thoughtless vulture in the mist only searching
We are energy
And chemical
Hazardous waste
Running on petrol
We're just satellites
Circling
A thoughtless vulture in the mist only searching
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10. |
Hardwired
03:05
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You've been connected
But you're infested
Booting up to get fit tested
To level up
But then ingested
A stolen jar full of dirty desserts
Get in line to be first to be worst
Fuck this earth
So let's go
To render soul
Roll to blow what you sow
What you seek brings travesty in tow
So put on the show
With the cowl of death row
Love the glow of the hurt that you know
Loose the bow with a flow and let's go
Lets go
The history A.I. and cybernetics have a tumultuous past full of recalls, causing incredibly harmful errors such as nerve damage, paralysis and even fatalities
Any users looking to interface, are just asking to power down
Chippin' in and clocking out
You think your freedom is all you've got
All those voices in your head to change yourself
Its your own devices that wants you dead
You think you're nova
It's what you're fed
Going nova
With every breath
42 bodies were found West of Burnside
Discovered to have been mechanically eviscerated
Evidence suggests rogue human-machine interfaced biologics
It seems to appear that the Singularity Horizon has finally set
You think you're nova
It's what you're fed
Going nova
With every breath
You're going nowhere
In this path you tread
Gonna think you're nova
Straight to death
Our rise to the top is the ride of pride
Sinking sideways to the byways
Shifting slightly in the sign of the heat wave
Try to beat fate and to read hate
but you're too late to grab a handhold
Holding breath 'til gasping to await
The re-rate like a work slave
in a bad phase of a never ending cycle
of rough days
And here you got it backwards
with those last words
You gotta sit back kick back and relax first
Without the assholes
And think about chippin' in
before you take those actions
To be your answers
Like passwords
To a future of no good
'cause you think you should?
Do it and burn
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11. |
Col. Kurtz
04:44
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Wow
Animalistic Ballistic decision
Days full of nights incurring faulty suspicion
A predilection for destructive correlation
A ransom taken by the lives that we're living
Abolition of Abdication
The high throne as an endless ambition
A sanctity for a narcissistic vision
A pride and pallor to birth and bend religion
Violence grazes on the mountains of the mindless
Aloft are tinges of a radical silence
A weary crowd shuffles strength to blindness
Point the way to validate the madness
Eyes poised to a skyless future
Death stitches up the daily suture
Autonomy is a better soldier
Engineered by hollow order
Violence grazes on the mountains of the mindless
Aloft are tinges of a radical silence
A weary crowd shuffles strength to blindness
Point the way to validate the madness
Eyes poised to a skyless future
Death stitches up the daily suture
Autonomy is a better soldier
In the gaze of a lawful controller
Behold the horror and moral terror
A bastion for the shadow standing in the mirror
Abysmal gaze with contempt for the poet
A sonnet spoken for the lost and the lowest
Revelry
Ruptured and wrathful
A factored fraction of generational capsule
A savage sample of being made the example
Pile up the arms to
Violence
Insemination is assimilation
Your backbone is the pride of their nation
Movement catered from a general construct
The absolute is the base that we're torn from
Insemination is assimilation
Your backbone's a proprietary ration
Movement catered from a general construct
The absolute is the base that we're torn from
So tremble on in awe to be dumbstruck
This realm offers manacles for the clusterfuck
The bleeding hearts to be worn as a flag of truce
Stain it red for a better view
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12. |
Serenity's Beast
04:58
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The sun it beats upon our back
Casting shadows set in black
Our human figures carved in stone
Losing all meaning to the unknown
Ancestors built up to the sky
Our descendants they will wonder why
If we're not first blown off the shelf
A dust collection of trampled wealth
I'm not immune
To your embassy
A wilted fate
Of a legacy
I walk the line
Of this Fallacy
A haggard mind
That was built to bleed
It's not all just inside my head
This palpable feeling of dread
The more I sow
The less I see
A utopian future of unity
What's important has already been said
But the leaders that are leading are mentally deaf
Their pockets deep
While dealing out filth
Deflecting needs with open stealth
Too many variables
Too many lives
The teacher teaches with nothing in mind
Modifying all seeds to forever flail
Armed to the teeth
With a mission to fail
You're just a body
One of too many more
What makes you think that you are the score
To change the system
Change the way that you think
Or crumble silently at the brink
'cause I'm not immune
To your disease
I'm not the type
To keep at ease
I work for your money
And I'm here to please
But this old body
Still has to bleed
And I'm not immune
To your embassy
A wilted fate
Of a legacy
And I walk the line
Of this Fallacy
A haggard mind
That was built to bleed
The sun it beats upon our back
Casting shadows set in black
Our human figures carved in stone
Losing all meaning to the unknown
Ancestors built up to the sky
Our descendants they will wonder why
If we're not first blown off the shelf
A dust collection of trampled wealth
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