1. |
Majestic
04:24
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This body of annihilation
This mind of destruction
We've come full circle again
Dancing around the fire
That flickers through your transparent skin
Blood weeps through decaying veins...
All the sanity
Long forgotten,
In a tomb you're
Buried and smiling,
Is the price you
Pay always written?...
White ink
Blank page
You fade, till…
Everything that matters
Everything we love
Everything you are...
Is rotten
When did my friend
Become a liar?
When did he slip away?
All this time, drowning in
A hunger vast and paper thin
And a naive belief than you were actually…
One more faking
For the final score,
Take another moment
For the whore,
This familiar dead end
This time a closing door,
Not going to guide you
Not your searchlight anymore,
Cos you got so many hiding places
And you want more,
Just another lesion, another canker
Another sore,
This concluding complication
Do you still want more?
It's a final way
It's a final way
It's a final way
To forget
Find another way
Find another way
Find another way
To forget
Find another way
We found another way
Find another way
To forget
This body of annihilation
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2. |
The Other
04:56
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I am the Other
Catalyst to the quantum mind
I am the other
Subject to no will or design
To each other we can
Never lie…
I'm in your mind as much as
You're in mine
I can show you
A self beyond yourself
You must choose to
Accept and follow or deny
The other implies
Cracks appear in the perimeter I’ve drawn
Revealing the light beyond
To let it penetrate me
I put you in my place
I cannot stay…
You ask me to ask myself
Show me sketches of you drawing me
Like faces in a superposition
Some intimidate and some entice me
To stray toward the aberrant light
Or cling to the security of the self?
The other implies
I am an image in a shell
That I hold in my hand
Comforting, limiting
Yet to change
There is reluctance and fear...
Put trust in discerning
Let the light crack the shell
Erase the lines that I’ve drawn
Become an image with no shape
No outline
I am the Other
Subject to no will or design
To stray toward the aberrant light
Or cling to the security of the self?
The other implies
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3. |
Third Day Fear
03:48
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Can you tell when the inspector
Leaves the watching to the watched?
Foreseeing shame and ridicule
I police my responses
I testify in silence
For fear the lodge will hear, I
Suppress, envelop and construct (x3)
Needs, numbness, shame
My panopticon
Step aside
Let me fly out of line,
Stop cowering naked and shamed before my
Towering gaze
I’ll be ok outside the line of sight of my
Parapet, out of sight, out of mind so
Step aside, let me fly out of line
To the centre I gaze from my
Paranoid asylum cell
In fear of the haze of the
Invisible omniscience
I’ll give you my eye
I can’t remember what I wanted with it now
I’ll give you my eye
I can’t remember what I thought it was supposed
To see…
And its visions are a product of fear
Step aside
Let me fly out of line,
Stop cowering naked and shamed before my
Towering gaze
I’ll be ok outside the line of sight of your
Parapet, out of sight, out of mind so
Step aside let me fly out of line
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4. |
Dogs
07:44
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Carnal impulses
Pure, corporeal
Belonged to you once
Till one idea, ingenious and abysmal
Gotta be a buck to be made here
Capitalise on libido
Gotta make it manifest
In any substance
Manifest! (Yes. You’ve already won) x4
(Don’t touch that dial)
Go forth image of fantasy
Get thee to a harlotry
Uncorrupted physiology
Is just an opportunity … lost
Oceanic reservoir
Eureka! Biochemistry
Suggestions of salaciousness
Tantalising puppetry
Please allow these fingers to insert themselves
Into your assets…
Lonely pockets need servicing
Dose of do-it-yourself appeal
Faceless desperate for your company
And anxious for prosperity…from this
Oceanic reservoir
Eureka! Biochemistry
Suggestions of salaciousness
Tantalising puppetry
Go forth image of fantasy
Take them as they are, this stupefied heresy
Eyes on the slot, feed them nectar from machines,
Degenerate fallacy…ears to the ground for the
Jackpot!
Manifest! (Yes. You’ve already won) x4
(Don’t touch that dial)
Buy buy baby buy buy!
Buy buy! This is just a taste!
The bell tolls
The dogs drool
Form a line for your feedbag
Conditioning you, I illicit a response when
The bell tolls
Loud and dull
Always a pleasure to cater to the animal
Please allow these fingers to insert themselves…
This incomparable salesman
This irresistible whore
This relentless deflowering
Abort this conception, I implore
The bell tolls, the dogs learn
Exorbitant involuntary reflexes
The vendor cajoles, his phrase coined
The animal will always gratify
Its loins
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5. |
FYC
04:56
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A struggle undying
For a prize undefined
It depends on everything
Determines everything
An arena bicameral
Supreme twins hemispherical
In confrontation in which
The mere expression of this
Is just another move...
It's a frequent dilemma
Begets boredom, frustration
When cognitive traps
Misplace direction to
An encounter in which
The very idea of this
Is just another move...
Logic or intuition,
Reason or imagination,
Calculating or embracing
Shapes or spaces,
Engage or relax
Now I'm contemplating
Thinking about letting go
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6. |
Icarus
09:07
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Gazing at the sun
From the ocean floor
Unable to breathe
Can’t be sure if I need to
Your wings, now rotten scabs
That you need to keep damp
I made a choice, now the tethers burn my skin
Why does my blood run cold?
Bereft of air we’re sinking further
Habituating, you say you feel it
Getting warmer…
But I can’t feel a thing
Here on the ocean floor
I can see its light (through the water)
I cannot feel the warmth (it radiates)
Sympathy is spent
I learnt to hear the cold (through your eyes)
A silence so intense
Stifles our words of denial and contempt
As we dive down through the sun
A thousand miles from shore
I cannot fucking breathe
Can’t be sure if I need to
Need to…
My neck jerks without warning we surface
No time to decompress
No time to decompress
But you stumble back towards the edge
You leap, I follow
Together we dive
down…
The ocean is your sky
Into which you soar
All you see in the surface is the sun’s and your
Reflection
Down here if I dream, I dream of sleep
And I can’t feel temperature anymore
And I think I could float suspended for days
days…
My neck jerks without warning we surface
No time to decompress
No time to decompress
But you stumble back towards the edge
You leap, I follow
Together we dive
down…
The ocean is your sky
Into which you soar
All you see in the surface is the sun’s and your reflection
(Won’t you) let me drown
Or let me breathe…
These tethers have become
Waterlogged and rusted to
Keep you smiling
Compassion beaten down
My hopeless anchor
Daedalus, for all he tried,
Forewarnings forever
Fell upon deaf ears
Icarus you are deceived
Your wings turn to roots
Clutch at the sand now and take shape
In the place that holds you down
Just a word of comfort
You will never drown
Icarus you are alone and always have been
So why am I here?
The ocean is your sky
Into which you soar
All you see is the surface
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7. |
Serpent Hive
06:07
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I slide between the shadows
Of the righteous and the wicked
Manipulate your convoluted senses
Shade my path and sweep my tracks
No one must see
No one will see
No one can see
What's driving me
My life blood is your weakness
I can smell it, it reeks of shit
I will slither up and strangle you
You won't see me till you can't breathe
Motives unseen
Motives unseen
Motives unseen
Deep down, even by me
With my split tongue
I can smell your vulnerability
And it reeks of sensitivity
And honesty
Exploit in you what I hide in me
I don’t respond to empathy…
Cold-blooded and odourless
Skin of diamond shed
To reveal a terrified serpent in place
Of a heart
No one must see
No one will see
No one can see
What's driving me
Motives unseen
Motives unseen
Motives unseen
Deep down, even by me
Desire, truth, integrity, humility, insecurity
They are my canvas, my clay, that I sculpt and colour To feed my ravenous ego
Shelter and suppress my inadequacy
From denial deliver me
So I can reasonably
Deride myself
With my underbelly
So close to the ground
I don't even
Cast a shadow
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8. |
Money to Burn
05:09
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Money to burn…
Slaves are free to grind the foot of the canyon
Tools made of flesh ground back to the bare bones
Carved into keys that fit the machines to beat rhythms of what we need
To proceed
Permissible crimes
Circle-jerking pearls
Extorting meek swine
Hold false hope
Together with wet sand
Take my
Money to burn
Come and get your
Money to burn
Money to burn…
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9. |
Complication
09:27
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Dial tone beats a steady mantra at me
No transmission or message received
Engaged unlisted no connection for me
Of a purpose I have no memory now
I'm tired mother and there's nothing to see
Meaningless, flesh novelties
My Grip is slipping, there is nothing to be
There is only this silence in me...
Such clever words within attire
Frantic slaves
With gilded skin, a glowing screen
Identity
The veil is this. Behind it lies
Emperor’s
Wages for sin
Frantic slaves’
Wages for skin
Frantic slaves’
Pages worn thin
Frantic slaves’
Wages forced in
Frantic slaves’
Wages for skin
All I hear…
Their jaded words from empty space
All I taste
Is ashes from a long dead pyre
All I am
My naked need and numb desire
All I see
Reflections with no source
Dialling beats inane mantra at me
Murmurs of a worn divinity
Dial tone beats a blue mantra at me
Murmurs of a blind reality
Automatons tell us what we have seen
Damned machine watches all the strings
Drown the pulsing noise smothering me
Denied the will and the majesty
Drown the murmurs from a falling me
Through sky and into sea
Destination is a way unknown
Destination is a dream of home
I recognise
Not a cipher on a screen
Not another strangled dream
Not asleep and I cannot pretend
That I’ll lie down again
I must tear a way out and through you
I must not lie in fear of coming dreams
Light grows large, or am I smaller?
Walls flash, travelling down the line
To something screaming
Daddy please kill me I'm dreaming
Light and sound waves drown, and it’s alright…
I stand and fade
Where the wasteland ends
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