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Learning To Breathe

by Cyborg Octopus

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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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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
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!”
4.
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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DiscoBrain! 03:53
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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Epiphany 08:10
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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released May 20, 2016

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Formed in 2010 and based out of San Francisco, CA.

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