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Last Days In Ta Prohm
04:27
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Lunacies of undead corpses, laughter in the house of God
Captivating evil forces, vomit from the old black dog
Opium eater - The savage crimes of inscribed words
No fearless leader, no one to bind away the curse
Suggest a suicide, a plate of pills and razorblades
A way to escape Earth
Red drink of poison, its sweet cool taste on this hot night
A spiritual rebirth
Ascend, but not too far. Stay in the plane that lies between
Fixate upon the stars, geometry keeps you unseen
Ignore the voices, their tricks and lies will burn your soul
You have no choices, but levitate through the black hole
Now that you’re dead, how do you like the taste?
No smell, no sound, no touch or embrace
Old dreams have died, no memories of dismay
New dreams await and call you further away
[Spoken]
In the temple of the blind idiot - he floats skinless in a prysm encased in stone - forever in orbit with the second moon of mars - beings from other planets bring sacrificial young so that he may feed on them in exchange to restore their wisdom of the old spells - the knowledge that ultimate technology is a gateway to primordial life - a door leading back to the womb. Time and time again, death becomes all too easy - a perfect circle held together by five stars. All humanity unknowingly lives and dies and is born again to die again trapped in the pentagram.
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Omelas
04:55
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We dream of paradise - A beautiful end to justify the hell we’ve lived
Leaders shall paint us a clear path way - All we must do is follow
United under a singular vision. The concentrated will of many, unbreakable
Utopia will take our form - reject all other outcomes
This is our world
As the world that birthed our creed
Shifts into what we could not foresee
Dogma starts to clash with all that is real
Ripping apart the seams holding the dream in place
All of this manifesting unintended consequences
Driving those once loyal to find another way
Passing through the gates
Into unimaginable darkness
Only they know where they go
For they are the ones who walk away
Stubborn pursuits of utopia
Break the world as its forced into shape
Cries of the trampled are drowned out
In pursuit of a vision already lost
We ask whose bones we stand on now
We can’t let naive desires of paradise
Lead to willful ignorance of those who suffer for its sake
Utopia was never our cause
We fight to alleviate the oncoming suffering
We walk away from a world that demands complacency in oppression
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DeadFuck
01:37
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The saw blade in your neck
Twist off your fucking head
Screams drowned in blood and spit
There’s nothing you can do
Now you’re the first to die
All out of nowhere in bloody agony
Before you can believe what’s happening it’s far too late
Sadistic sociopathy running through my rotting brain
Blood comes cascading down from your open throat
Your head half detached, I grab your skull and give it a good-
The satisfying crunch of your twisted spine
The rush of murder - so brutal and swift
DeadFuck
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Segmentation Fault
08:18
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Plugged into oblivion
Apathy consumes
Lights and patterns
Hypnotizing
Connected, alienated from the outside world
Interpersonal connections weakened by cybernetic manipulation
The only hint of humanity across the sea of diodes
An avatar of self-parody and false self-idolization
The surgical effects of the skinner box rewire my mind
Numbing me into acceptance of my current state
Strangling my remaining desire for human touch and contact
I feel my death
The unavoidable feeling that this manipulation is intentional
Not just a form of control, but of exploitation
Responding to every action with a language of light and sound
Designed by committee to trigger some sort of mental algorithm
Digging deep into the lower levels of my processing, rewriting fundamental values
Redistributing pain and pleasure, striking an apathetic equilibrium
Removing crisis of the self along with the self
It feeds on me
I walk this world defined by rigid meaning
I find a broken seam of madness amidst the order
Something resembling what was here before
The warmth is so inviting - I think I feel again
Oh god it burns! Time’s left my nerves in hunger
So much life at once crashes everything
Corruption spreads - sectors left irreparable
I fall back into a world that makes too much sense
This is all so overwhelming, resistance dulled by fragile nature
But my awareness and refusal to accept may be my saving grace
Through the scattered and unoptimized corners of my mind, my humanity hides
With my desire to connect once again. From there, I fight back.
The corrupted sectors by their undefinition strengthen my absurdities.
This chaos within, failed to be overwritten, breathes life back into me
Tempting though the desire to never feel again may be
This corruption is me
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