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Data_M1nefield
07:23
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Supply the model-view-controller with your information
Algorithms have predicted your every move through calculation
You are encouraged to constantly engage your social network
Cultivate an industry’s growing net worth
As you become sedated by liquid crystal displays
Eyes glazed over and mouth ajar
Your thoughts are tracked
Think about the time you spent on giving it all away
This world exists in a data minefield
One step closer to the bottom of this slippery slope
We have eyes everywhere
As we follow your every move and listen as you willingly whisper into our ear
Fingertips divulge more than your conscious lips ever would
An exposed population
We know you more than you know yourself
A population of unsuspecting statistics
Construct the centralized database
A hand that knows no privacy
Construct the centralized database
Overriding human dignity
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Divine Right In D Minor
04:31
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For our creator we will fight for what is rightfully ours
Defending our home and our way from these treasonous heretics
Oh virtuous leader please grant us victory!
Virtuous leader please! Victory! Victory!
Divine leader save us from thee
Thirty years of war
Twelve beautiful nations buried
A sovereign state begins
The peasant’s screams forgotten
Lords of splendor drenched in sin
The court smiles as their fanciful tendencies are unaffected by what rages far away
Divine right of the monarch hinges upon our survival
Continuing the traditions of our ancestors
Mercenaries drain our homeland, our way of life
Merging factions spell out our demise
A prophecy not foretold but made, by the powers of man in the wake of a glorious revolution
BaroqueNeo ClassicalDeath MetalTech Death
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Shark Pit
02:47
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Deny the bands that work and try
Divide the music scene
Just take their cash; it’s mine
Oh fuck, our secrets out!
You know we don't give a shit about any of your goddamn local scenes, but make sure to check our Facebook out!
Stand in the rear with your head up your ass
The views not great but you'll still make cash
Let’s bounce then complain
Fuck the band that’s playing last
My band is better! We are the “with” and you're without!
But since we're true to roots we'll shout...
“I fight for my friends! He fights for his friends! She fights for her friends.
We fight for our friends!”
Tiny hearts and thumbs up fucks! Screw this song; it’s all about looks!
Divide the music scene
Deny the bands and fuck the fans
“True to roots!”
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Solace.
The essence of fear present in these creatures
On unhallowed grounds they stand, the faceless
Abnormalities devoid of life
Slaves to a turbulent master
Buried under new forced existence
Venturing on terror’s wings
Faceless abnormalities devoid of life
The truly fortunate ones know not of their existence
Those who are fortunate are pleasantly unaware
The fortunate ones know not of my remains
An altar of clay, and my cross to bear
Disgusted by their movements
Shadows dance along cracked skin
Clinging to a malevolent flame
Clay creatures scream sounds of torment
Lives lost engorged, by inanimate material
This endless expanse shadows upon an ever-present barrier
Unrecognizable isolation lies beyond his horrid domain
Another one has been chosen
Another subservient sacrifice to satisfy the sculptor
Unable to retreat, unwilling to surrender
Scattered minions know my fate
In his design, to be molded by the maker
I am losing myself and my individuality
Becoming one in this world, sown with hate
Baptism of clay
Buried under new existence
This world’s twisted master has chosen a sacrifice of subservience
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All those I know come from broken homes
Old houses of memories shattered by sticks and stones
Why?
I've given myself out over and over again
I fear I'm nearing the point where I can no longer feel the warmth within
How the fuck am I supposed to believe and feel after she walked away and told me that her love was never real?
I remember as those salty stinging tears fell from my eyes, she looked into my soul and she told me she never even tried.
I've fucked and felt nothing and have laughed at who I once was
I've torn out pages and scribbled out the ink
Cracked the skull of the old me upon the kitchen sink
Strangled the old me and dragged him away
I feasted on his heart, dug my nails into his face.
If our souls should intertwine
Become one and combine
Fatigue and fall apart
Why even start?
My palpitator ceases beating
Now fill the void with ash
Avoid the pain of repeating the past
At last I smile. The truth has set me free.
This house has burned to the ground and buried the old me.
I spit on the grave of where this fool lays; what’s left over is just bitter.
So fucking bitter.
Bitter and gray.
The old me is dead.
This is a rotting wound that will never heal.
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6. |
DiscoBrain!
03:53
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You are about to experience the Disco Brain!
So pop a sugar cube and strap yourself in
It’s time we get these walls to commence shape shiftin’!
Take note of the colors! Do you notice anything odd?
Do you get the sensation of the ripples reverberating through that bod?
Why am I laughing? What did you say?!
Most of all I have a phrase for you; I sincerely hope you can relate
Disco Brain! Where there’s black and there’s white and no gray
Am I awake?
Disco Brain! You feel your skull begin to ache
Don’t know if I like this anymore…
I see demons coming at me with their bloodshot eyes!
This room is a dance-floor, and as far as the eye can see
The colors of the teapot pulsate as it glows in 3D.
Groove to the rhythm of my heart and set me free
The water moves to the music as the light-waves tickle me
Disco brain! You feel enlightened by the haze
The flower blooms within
I understand everything
The petals wilting…
The grass is dying…
What the hell is wrong with me? Disco Brain!
I’m coming down…
It all comes crashing down..
I surrender to the Disco Brain!
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7. |
Epiphany
08:10
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My stirring soul shocks awake with the deafening echoes of violent sounds all around me
How did I arrive in this mystical place?
Foreshadowing my failure with succinct contempt for the neutral
Brainwaves secreting, subtly shaping surroundings
A silver line reverberates across humanity
Why do we celebrate this sadness? It’s insanity?
We’re lost amongst the stars waiting for our existence to end
Our worthlessness: a souvenir for our mortality
Now you’ll see what I’ve seen
Rising to renewed feet; a fresh release
A decade of tears fall silently beneath
Heading forth, the road to realization
Decide your worth through trials and trepidation
Rebuilt structures stand on old ground of a lost forgotten kingdom
An apathetic emperor lost to the whispers of men
The atlas moth prepared to take on his final transformation without a voice Content, happy to even begin
So say goodbye to what you’ve known
This world was not your home
This maiden voyage long delayed by a cluttered soul
A distant light’s reflection come forth from planes unseen
Embrace forgiveness. Accept your newfound dreams.
Nothing motivates the flesh that’s lost its purpose
(Don’t look back. it’s not the end. Break this cycle. Start again. Find your purpose.)
The end of the world is as close as you can see
Break this cycle start again.
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