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synthetic populace
01:38
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step left, step right for me. system malfunction, electrode destruction, corrosive eraser. listen to the calls, heed the mentioned words, seek dimensioned worlds, asphyxiate your gods, attack the binding morals, insert self-abiding laws.
i can't see the light from the above. above you and i. i cannot see
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how to split the atom
01:31
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fishsitck fingered children bring chaos to the planet. these kids hate their seniors. they're wielding giant crayons. the kindergarten war planned many years before, from inside the martian core where the dynasty was formed. splitting the atom, scorching the ground. grafting your clothing onto your skin. nothing remains, nothing but your shadow. crude drawings sketched along the walls, drawn for the over-grown, colored batons. a fish-stench lingers from their fiiiiinnngerrsssss. the bombshells fell out from the plane, and blew apart every person's home. napalm cooked those toddler's fiiiiinnnggerrrrrsssssssss.
the kids, they won, their prize: the earth. with no authority but their own. measure their winnings by it's girth. the fishstick king (asshole) takes hold his throne.
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glitch city
01:10
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in non-sequential order, falling subject to the number. it's altered array of uses has me wanting it for my own. tessellated binary, windows glazed in blankness. pixellated clouds move through a distortion of sky. computers marred with infection. irreparable definition. in possession of this damnable thing! behind all my actions, coded in strings. all systems crash, i whimper fear. i will pay with my championship. i see a gun squirt twice and white out.
waves of hi-hues, against a serf of misuse. a bullshit tirade. an indefinite grasp. a location marked with our graves.
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one-sided wall
01:33
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bated til breathless, only fed to fatten up. ignore the price tag cause no one's buyin' it. a viewer's market, produce now rotten, cover'd stinking perfumed and polished.
we're looking in but seeing nothing
you're seeing bricks and cracked cement
but from the outside, there's no difference
two sides to the game, not just player and played. the back of your hands are strung up to a rood plane.
the pawn moves a square just as you intended. regardless of outcome there's nobody winning
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starmen
01:36
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down, portrait of stars, tangible darkness. the world will finally know true union. arranged a part of the void in actual nothingness. writhe in absolute fear, pathetic existence. with time, the dark accumulates, bears down and sets us straight. their ducks conveniently in a row. i recognize that pressure, some all-encompassing ill.
our fate--
the end--
a decade ago, our heroes should've showed
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made by hand
00:54
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i am defined by the lines that i draw. i decide whether or not to cross 'em. reprecautions play no part in my decision making. irredentist wants outweigh the needs of everybody else. if we can't look back and laugh, let's make history and repeat it!
the sirens resound, even after life, and the skeletons reach for out throats. dead-hand sentience, am's relentless hatred surged circuit.
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freight
00:28
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don't fear, it's just warfare. keep it down low.
when the exhausted son takes up his cycle, use your news before you've sold the olds
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mile high crow's nest
00:31
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in the balcony stands two strange men. one so hot and one so cool. deceit, counterfeit, lies, deception. one wants it all for his own, and proceeds with a mutiny.
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waltz into trouble
01:29
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i've seen the light and i'm blinded by it. my faith, it burns like a fire. too hot to the touch and no subtle approach, is this love just chemical? disemboweled, no guts to follow. stepping on toes waltzing into trouble.
running through the darkness. paled by the thought of what lies ahead. ballistic disposition, don't give a fuck if i kill my friends.
some have just arrived, i've been here the whole time. no journey, no means to an end. finished since the start, no beginning, no embarking... just the waltz, no grid or numbered steps
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untitled
00:52
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afraid as they'll always be, prepared for dishonesty. expecting nothing but worsts from the best of me.
choked up and it's hard to see through the tears in my eyes.
are these the words i'll never mutter to keep the peace between each other?
i'll sacrifice anything to be, at least, something
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tornado outside
01:14
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the pressure builds til it's viscous like sludge. merely standing fatigues and proves to be too much. some curdled air, filtered to breathe, otherwise leaving us clogged up.
pulling us in, pushing us out.
ending our lives to offer rebirth for the spiral. alpha and omega occur at once,
pulling us in, pushing us out.
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day of our lord
02:05
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mouth-necked. anchor-assed. terrible destroy stealing morsels with a fifth or sixth arm. bubonic blue-blocker stud, it's horn tears at the fabrics of (absolutely) everything. borne a mane of blades, it sleep-slaughters babes. the tattoo glows, a sign the beast is thirsting most. the anguish of the nights bleed into the days.
there's not too much to say,
there's a little bit to say,
there's way too much to say...
i think this thing is out for it's prey.
this is sickness embodied by rapture-- morality wading through the tears and blood.
no offering shall feed him full, nor sacrifice to sate the want. perhaps the coast will be so fucked the thought to set sail won't cross your mind.
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