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MONSTERS
02:23
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WITHOUT THE MASKS THE MONSTERS ARE EASY TO SEE. THEY’RE EVERYWHERE.
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IN THE HOUSE OF GOD
02:06
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THERE IS NO HEART IN THE HOUSE OF GOD THERE IS NO GOD IN THE HEART OF MAN MISPLACED FAITH IN THE LIE IN THE BLOOD MISPLACED FAITH IN THE LIE WE ARE ALL CORPSES WAITING TO DIE WE ARE ALL CORPSES WAITING TO DIE
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TRANSFORM TO RUIN
02:03
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BLUR THE FACTS INTO OBLIVION INCOMPREHENSION TO ADAPT DOCUMENTS FOR THE SHREDDER CHAOS IN THE MATH NERO AND HIS VIOLINS SEX AND VIOLENCE I SAW IT IN THE PAPERS IN THE MASS PRODUCTION MACHINE COPPING OUTRAGE ON DEMAND COUNTERFEIT SUSTENANCE RARE EARTHS SMART PHONES TAKING SELFIES FROM THE PLASTIC PATCH
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DEATHWAVE
01:58
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NO EBB IN THE DEATHWAVE, NO CLEMENCY FOR THE IGNORANT. NO TURNING BACK NOW. THIS IS WHAT IS. WE ARE INSIDE YOU, WE ARE BECOME YOU. WE TIRE OF YOU. THOUGHTLESS GRAVITY-BOUND CREATURES OF LITTLE SIGNIFICANCE, YOUR TIME IS OVER. (run along now)
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DREAM ARC
03:05
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PAINT YOUR FACE IN ASH. HOWL AT THE DEMON MOON. NO MORE WINDMILLS OR SUN-CATCHERS. WE ARE SHARPENED KNIVES AND BARED TEETH. A BLIGHT ON THE HOUSE OF THE WICKED. HOOF MARKS IN THE DIRT. FEAR IN THE DUST, THE WIND RATTLES THE SKELETON TREES. SEVEN SEASONS OF PLAGUE. DEAD LOCUSTS, ROTTING SEED. COUNTING THE COST, THE MONEY-LENDERS IN THE TEMPLE. HANDSHAKES IN THE BACK ROOM, THROW THE BODIES IN THE RIVER. ALL OF THIS OR EVERYTHING. ALL OF THIS OR EVERYTHING. (sing your dreams, as loud as you can. the sound of their demise will be magnificent.)
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THE MACHINES THAT FEED YOU ARE THE BEASTS THAT EAT YOU
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LIES
02:35
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THE LIES WILL KILL YOU. OR SOMEONE WILL.
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THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE BUT I AM STILL ASLEEP
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FOXES’ BLOOD
02:39
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CASCADES
01:48
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EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL YEARS OF ACCUMULATION AND MANIPULATION LED TO ZERO SUM THE CHECK IS CASHED PAID IN BLOOD TELL THE KIDS TO SHUT THE FUCK UP - WE KNOW BETTER. MAKING THE WORLD SAFE FOR THE APPOINTED AND THE ANOINTED. MISDIRECTION AND GOLDEN PARACHUTES. SETTING FIRES UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO BURN. THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS... THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS
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FLESH IN THE TEETH OF THE BROKEN MACHINE THE BLOOD AND THE BILE THAT FUELS IT UNSEEN ONE BY ONE THE WILLING ARE BENT CONSUMPTION MALFUNCTION THE REASON IS SPENT THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP THIS THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP THIS GO AHEAD AND TRY
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THE LAST FOOTSTEPS IN THE GARDEN YELLOW RIBBONS FLUTTER IN THE BREEZE I SAW EVERYTHING RUNNING UP THE HILL WHERE THE DEAD TREES PERCH A TANG OF SMOKE AND DUST ON THE HORIZON IN THE SUN KISSED HOLLOWS WHERE THE BIRDS FLEE AND THE FORESTS FALL BENEATH THE FEET OF THE MACHINES
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THE UNHINGED AFTER
01:53
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WAKING UP TO THE FAILURE THE WORDS ON THE PAGE ARE A CYPHER FOR THE LIE THERE’S A RAGE IN THE UNDERNEATH LONGING TO BE FREE A VIOLENCE IN THE BROKEN PLACES WE DON’T CARE TO SEE BUT I SEE CHAOS IS AN ANGRY GOD CHAOS IS AN ANGRY GOD I CAN’T SEE IT HAPPENING I CAN’T SEE IT HAPPENING BUT IT’S HAPPENING
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FROM LOGIC TO EPILEPSY
03:17
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“in itself, every idea is neutral… or should be; but man animates ideas, projects his flames and flaws into them; impure, transformed into beliefs, ideas take their place in time, take shape as EVENTS: so the trajectory is complete, from logic to epilepsy… There is no form of intolerance, of proselytism or ideological intransigence which fails to reveal the bestial substratum of enthusiasm. Once man loses his faculty of indifference he becomes a potential murderer; once he transforms his idea into a god… the consequences are incalculable.” - E.M. Cioran
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ANNIHILATION ARC
02:07
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THE NIGHT BARES HER CRIMSON TEETH EYES FLICKER NERVES TWITCH EVERY WORD IS A DAGGER CLOSE THE LOOP THE CAR IS WAITING OUTSIDE BLANK THE WINDOWS SHUT THE DOORS THE FUTURE IS NO LONGER ALIVE THE FUTURE IS NO LONGER ALIVE THE WALLS PULSE STARING INTO THE SCREEN SECURITY CODE LOCKOUT FUCKING THE ALREADY FUCKED A WHITE PHOSPHORUS AFTERBLUR STEELY MEN IN IMMACULATE SUITS BLOOD ON THE CUFF JUST A LITTLE PUSH SCRAPE MY PALMS IN THE DUST THE ASPHALT IS ON FIRE THE ASPHALT IS ON FIRE THE FUTURE IS NO LONGER ALIVE
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monument
01:29
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this annihilation is a monument to dead men with dead ideas
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LAST PROPHETS
02:00
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A SONG OF CRUCIFIXION AT THE END OF DAYS IN THE FINAL HOUR THE EMPTY PROPHETS BEND TO THE WIND THE CLOCK CARVES A CROOKED PATH THROUGH THE PAINTED CIRCLES OF THE ANTHROPOCENE A WARNING IN MATCHSTICK RIDDLES SLOGANS FOR THE WASTED DECADES THE WHEELS ARE BROKEN ON THE BACKS OF THE CHAINED THE PATRIARCHS OF A DYING AGE THE EMPIRE DROWNED BENEATH THE WAVES NO RESURRECTED GODS AND NO ONE TO SAVE
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THE PATH THAT IS MADE FROM THE PRIMACY OF THE WILL IS A SERPENT’S MAZE PAINTED IN THE ASH THAT RIDES ON THE WIND OF DESTRUCTION. WHEN THE BEASTS THAT REMAIN PRAY TO THE MASTERS OF THE FIELDS, THE RUINS WILL UPHOLD YOUR RIGHT TO ANNIHILATION.
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this is all there is
02:04
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ANOTHER BODY FLOATS ON THE RIVER IN SHIMMERED PALLID REFLECTIONS OF THE SUN THE SUN THE ONLY SUN THE ONLY SUN YOU’LL EVER KNOW AND THE BREEZE IS CHURNING DUST ACROSS THE WORLD WHILE THE GREAT EMPTY MACHINE COUNTS THE TOLL IS IT WORTH THE PRICE? THIS IS ALL THERE IS
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LAST OBSCENITIES
01:31
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TRYING TO FIND THE PERFECT EPITHET BUT THE WORDS ARE SHIT NO POINT TO THE ARGUMENT WHEN NO ONE BELIEVES IN IT GOD HELP US… BUT THERE’S NO GOD JUST AN EMPTY EXPANSE WHERE THE IDIOTS DANCE AND THE TRUTH IS A LIGHTNING ROD
FUCK
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ANTAPEX ARC
02:34
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A WARNING. A KISS. A WELCOME DESTRUCTION. A PRETTY LITTLE POISON FLUSH WITH THE BLOOD OF FOUR BILLION YEARS ON HER LIPS. ALWAYS FALLING INTO THE SAME TRAPS, BEAUTIFUL PRISONS. DEATH IS PAINTED IN THE ECHOES OF FARAWAY STARS. MURDER IN THE GRAVITY WELLS OF SOLITARY SUNS. WHAT HOPE IS THERE? THOUGHTLESS BUT ALIVE. TO BE MORE. TO SEE MORE. TO UNDERSTAND THE ANSWERS. TO MOURN THE QUESTIONS. ALL THAT EVER WAS. A FADED STAIN ON THE CONCRETE.
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