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1934-1996
01:09
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Wallowing in the disdain
Of empirical evidence and truth
Pissing in the face of enlightenment
Populist interpretations convolute
Normalizing absurdist claims
Terrorizing legitimate claims
There’s no room for opinion
Sharing space with theory
The misery of our species lies in ignorance
The salvation of our species is the stars
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The brain is there
But the mind isn’t working
Exchanging thought for idolatry
Conscious thoughts are consumed
By hate and fear and power
Lights out you’re on your own
Surrounded by the fists of liberation
Hammer blows to fascist dictates
The blood of Reich never tasted so sweet
Confronting ignorance in all its forms
Nazis in the crosshairs, blood on the streets
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Nani Mo Matte Iru
01:07
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神はない (Kami wanai)
アイドルには役に立たない
(Aidoruni wa yakunitatanai)
許しを請う (Yurushi o kou)
忘却の祭壇 (Bōkyaku no saidan)
希望がない (Kibō ga nai)
真実はない (Shinjitsu wanai)
マスターなし (Masutā nashi)
解決策なし (Kaiketsusaku nashi)
問題ない (Mondainai)
私たちはまだ待ってます
(Watashitachi wa mada mattemasu
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Ode to Hyperloop
01:27
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Surging forward into the maelstrom
An ever expanding riddle with no clues
The constructs of conscience
As weak as they are
Can no longer carry the unbearable burden
Immediacy and sustainability
Are mutually exclusive
Irreconcilable constructs
The dogmas of technology and stewardship Opposing directions, no resolution
Ashes and fallout cover the earth
Insulating our hearts from our minds
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Moral Ambiguity
01:04
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Think in circles, reason to death
A pillar of excuses
Words are swords for piercing truth
Make your move
Choice is heresy, act and be forgiven
A dismal path has been cleared
Follow in the stead of the sycophants
Seek and you shall find salvation
Destroy the world
In your own visage
Ignite the fervor that churns beneath
Seek and you shall find salvation
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What Do I Get?
01:27
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Suppressing the instincts
Cowering under fear
This culture brings destruction
From sea to shining sea
No flag on my shoulder
But my conscience hangs with shame
Existence breeds catastrophe
With every breath
Drunk on lies and privilege
Exaggerated compensation
History of entitlement
Protected by the system
A loser’s game of zero sum
Playing out its final round
Built upon a bed of silt
There to see the whole thing brought to naught
Pillars crumble, heroes fall
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House Meeting
01:05
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There’s something wrong
The curtains been pulled back
No more excuses, lead by example
The cleanup crew, is long overdue
We do this for ourselves
The work is never finished
These hands are never washed
CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF
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Exercises...
00:36
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I’m not even listening
Shut the fuck up
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Take Your Seat
00:30
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Incoherent melody played on a broken Machine in a cacophonous hall of mediocrity
To a crowd of pallid suffocating remnants Placated by the swinging noose
WAKE THE FUCK UP
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Bi-polar
00:55
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Proving once again a disappointment
Should’ve seen the clues
Read between the lines
Confounding air of torture
Bliss and fury, crumbs and feasts
The very words are so familiar
FORFEIT MEMORY
Dichotomies of profusion
Should’ve seen the clues
Read between the lines
Resistant to everything
Feeding doubts with every breath
Come crashing down
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Pillow Talk
01:05
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Dreams persist despite
Our best intentions
Collapsing veins of desire
Bleeding out
Are we so delusional?
Are we so naïve?
Winding down history
Removing ambiguity
Narratives preceding failure
Canned replies dictating discourse
Are we so delusional?
Are we so..
NAÏVE?
Let the dreams die
Give them some dignity
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Tendrils of the Elders
01:41
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The scope of infinity reveals the finite
The dreams of the universe are made cogent
Finding solace in the suffocating bleak
Staring into the abyss
The void knows my name
GAZE INTO DIVINE INDIFFERENCE
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Background Check
01:14
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The freedom to buy is the freedom to kill
BUY BUY BUY KILL KILL KILL
A single amendment negates
The other twenty six
BUY BUY BUY KILL KILL KILL
When is a tool an instrument of death?
BUY BUY BUY KILL KILL KILL
Not a single shred of sense to this argument
BUY BUY BUY KILL KILL KILL
We need protection from the protectors
Creating a culture of simulated war
Dying for nothing killing for pleasure
Perpetuating madness
TRAGIC MINDLESS HORROR
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Welcome to the Sewers
03:11
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This sewer is our own construct
It i’s where we feel at home
Wrapped up in our desires
Consumed by our own will
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