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Born To The Fire
01:55
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Born to the fire
the madman he sits in the tower above.
planning his kill in the summer of love.
with his red leopard hands and fat swollen tongue.
mask in the drawer coveting trust.
the woman who gets ready to go nowhere is gleaming with beauty.
laid out open there's no secrets.
breaking down walls with the tongues of our ancestors.
fuck the fascists
fuck the bigots
splay the snake that has blackened mothers blood
The eyes do not see through the fog anymore
when the righteous have confiscated the light from the lord
culture descending into non-existence
mary mother earth my condolences
i'll survive as a witness and prepare for your humble return
born to the fire
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tones and hums have filled the gaps now the robot moans for experience
so i'm sipping dreams from golden caps in mirror rituals
getting wide eyed to take away
the lust, the greed, the tyranny of me
live with a fucking purpose
controlled through bribe
the promise of life
fulfilled with light if you just do what i say
resistant minds drugged up and analyzed
the game is vile and surely fucking rigged
this is how we extricate perception from machines who can't love with conviction
obey the guardians
the way it always has beens
obey the addiction
comforts of your modern kingdom
they bursted all the bubbles
turned our dreams to rubble
now we're searching for the detonator
it's all a bribe, a world anesthetized, everythings all right, everything's alt-right
release the swine, witness a feast
a million lamb in a helpless plea
fat cats deceive indifferent thieves
while puppets clean the eye of the mind
behind the mind, tools washed for rites
now occupied by a foreign force
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The Thin King
02:14
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Now just a vessel of command
drugged by one, slight of hand
now just a vessel of command
birthed by none, run program
bloated mother, support your creation
the machines are bonding mirrors
sullen robot igniting the signs
tonal madman signing off times
I now have the know to see the machines twisting their backs just to watch me
on a table of sheer binaural design we summon the lord prometheus to rise.
Do you cease fallen crown? My temptations cleared
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4. |
Ladder and the Cube
03:45
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Drink from the stream
run naked with me
pick the orchid clean
get the grass out your teeth
this is for me
this is for me
grass gleaming green
black horse I beat
pick its teeth
til they're clean
grass so green
home in me
the ladder and the cube
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5. |
Dissonant Tapestry
03:00
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now waning underground through the rooms of this modern hell
through the soul of the dissonant tapestry where enlightenment and hopelessness
walk hand in hand exclaiming "burn this mortal vessel"
how shall i build the mask? with loathsome taboo acts?
with drug fueled nihilist vandalism?
I see no locks on the gates of heaven. I see no animists claiming god is dead
take a breathe and focus on the exhilation
of one through four approaching the void
canonize and center on the long vibration
manic vessel ready to fall
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Menagerie Tapestry
05:43
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Infinitum ingests where the blood equals debt
the language of thorns, the sacrifice in satisfaction
ego death, vessel left
antennae reducing the signals strength
plated in gold
heavy as lead
no meaning stoned
until melted
in the womb
to the tune of vacuums
hum us a muse
and pray to what we exhume
circuit one is activated
circuit 2 cooperating
circuit 3 is calculating
circuit 4 subdued
circuit 4 reanimated
serotonin escalating
tapestry disintegrating
a vibration underlying everything that exists... moans
its testament will linger on in this life of moments
behind the mask a temple
behind the temple a vessel
behind the vessel a rhythm
behind the rhythm an abstract love
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Circuit 5
05:06
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Circuit 5! Come alive!
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Futility of Protest...
03:55
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a reaction to the involvement of a symphony complimenting itself mid destruction
if we can't hear and we can't see, like a string I want to vibrate violently
colonize to stabilize
migrate to vibrate
line the routes with free growing fruit
its within our means...fruit on a tree
im dancing with my big stick and my pulpit is on fire
i push it and i pull it from the bodies of the liars
believe this is your house of god and your order
and trade the tragedy for revenge
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9. |
And the Seedless Fruit
05:04
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we all work on the seed but we bare no fruit
existentially free, our howls mocked like the beast
but if we fail to see ourselves inside our prison cells
then we've traded self reliance for war crimes and malice
righteous or condemned revolution should never end
as the earth never rests with the sun as should be our thoughts
but we go back to sleep counting the blacklisted sheep
the expendable and never ending nameless herd
populate the land to protect it
breed ignorance to infect it
kill all the hope to stagnate it profit off us all
this ain't no democracy
this ain't no free country
if we are nothing but animals then we will show our teeth
the revolution is at our door
what do we do? let em in
the revolution is at their door
What do they do? suppress em
where is the tool designed to defy?
all the ways to satisfy
all those enrolled and onto march
in all those emblazoned colors
evolving to explode
the angels wheezing on their horns
the future's coming up on us fast and we will cast these souls to past
oh i hate to trouble you lord but we're gonna need your help soon
the devil's met us at the crossroads, it's something to admire
and he claims the true origins of desire
imagine the faces of the people mending pulp that created the fruit
they should have never gave it up
help blaze a path that others surely will find
seek out the fruit and the hunger will die
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Refusal of Man
05:20
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The zealot judge made her final sentencing announcement
escaping voices from disparaged masses
there were wires, I could see
no mercy
death to vanzetti
As the sun sets my daughters sing the gospel
converging devas in a discordant axis
soft machines
the bane of me
armed to the teeth
squared brothers bleed
rivers drown tons of young bodies for widows to burn
I finally found a way to accept God
in the refusal of man.
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