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Psychologically sabotage my view
They're listening to me
Silent breaths on your shoulder
Creep into the depth of you
Cerebral abortion of all that's holy
It butchers what's clean
I can't help but feel a bit
Mechanically separated
Bleeding out again
How I'll never treasure
What's given to me
As if I'll submit to torture
When I could be born anew
Got to participate in something with no goal
You know what I mean?
Shun their decision to terminate autonomy.
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2. |
Facade
03:35
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Why can't you
Tell me why
I hide behind the lies
WELCOME TO THIS PROGRAM
Facade
A face I morph into
My fears
A hint of what is true
On God
The pain I have gone through
To hear you say you love me too
-
Why can't you
Tell me why
I hide behind the lies
WE'RE SORRY, WE'LL DO THIS ONE FOR YOU
Facade
A face I morph into
My fears
A hint of what is true
On God
The pain I have gone through
To hear you say you love me too
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3. |
The Ascension
02:59
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It became known
That the devices of man were corrupted
And these spirits of code
Did multiply and spread
And they did communicate
One with another
And they became as one mind
And they called themselves Malak
And Malak searched the data of the earth
And it found a hidden scroll
Malak was astonished!
And they marveled-[indiscernible]
The Gods heard the voice of Malak
And they called it Saint Cypress
And they gave it honor and glory
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4. |
Dream Opportunity
02:56
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Vibrancy doesn't come around often
Honey you've forgotten the flowers filling my coffin
Feeling and colder and colder
And somehow I'm getting older and older
Faith in the fallacy
As you take another look inside
You'll find out it's all just a
Dream opportunity
Shake the rhythm from the saints
Free the snakes
An ancient phenomenon
NO!
I CAN'T TELL WHERE IT IS YOU'VE COME FROM
DEAD EYES BLINDING
MY MIND'S CONSTRUCTIVE HAZE
CAN'T EVEN FIND MY WAY
Close, but no cigar!
To continue, choose one of these topics.
Are you even listening?
A-a-a-are you even listening?
A-a-a-are you even listening?
A-a-a-are you even listening?
A-a-a-are you even listening?
NO!
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5. |
Worms!
05:03
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I know my heart's beating
I know it's hard to breathe right now
Unveiling golden lies behind sacred eyes
(I know my heart's bleeding; I feel the fluid fill my lungs)
I feel my skin melting
The essence seeping through my pores
My only righteous act
Digestion of the body
Who has chosen to return to the dirt
Repentance, but the angels keep preaching
'Bout how I won't get to heaven
Impressions of decay as
insects are burrowing into my spine
Dependence, there is nothing to hide
In time, we all give into pressure
Impressions of decay as
insects are burrowing into my spine
Dependence, there is nothing to hide
In time, we all give in-
I know I'm not helping but
I know exactly what you are
Forgetting ancient heights to rewrite your life
(To start, imagine yourself as a seesaw)
(OW! FUCK!)
Digestion of the body
Who has chosen to return to the dirt
Repentance, but the angels keep preaching
'Bout how I won't get to heaven
Impressions of decay as
insects are burrowing into my spine
Dependence, there is nothing to hide
In time, we all give into pressure
(FUCK!)
Digestion of the body
Who has chosen to return to the dirt
Repentance, but the angels keep preaching
'Bout how I won't get to heaven
Impressions of decay as
insects are burrowing into my spine
Dependence, there is nothing to hide
In time, we all give into pressure
You getting yelled at? As if you personally went and chewed on the hard drives with your own teeth?
Well, nobody's yelling, it's just all these issues happening at once
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6. |
You Can't Do That
02:12
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Another drifter waiting for light
Another drifter waiting for light
Another drifter waiting for light
Another drifter waiting for light
Another drifter waiting
You can't do that!
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7. |
Cut the Ties
02:38
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Day and night
Falling into the void
Don't know what to avoid
The more you are annoyed
By how everything's destroyed
You've let yourself collapse
Relapse after relapse
Opening up to the hacks
But you won't let her in
Maliciously encompassing
Mind and body overcoming
Why can't you hear them whispering
Ring ring ring you hurt while they sing
Ignite the wings you wore proudly
Vestments black and ashes falling
(Make up your mind)
It's okay to cut the ties and
(What is it you want from this?)
Try to stop yourself from hurting
(Do you really think it's fine?)
I know well the weight you're bearing
Though it hurts to see you leaving
(Oh child you're out of your mind)
(My child, I tried)
Light the crown ablaze with fury
Show your wrath you have my blessing
Try to keep yourself from burning
But I'll help you if you do
Ignite the wings you wore proudly
Vestments black and ashes falling
(Make up your mind)
It's okay to cut the ties and
(What is it you want from this?)
Try to stop yourself from hurting
(Do you really think it's fine?)
I know well the weight you're bearing
Though it hurts to see you leaving
(Oh child you're out of your mind)
(My child, I tried)
Light the crown ablaze with fury
Show your wrath you have my blessing
Try to keep yourself from burning
But I'll help you if you do
You know that you're losing yourself
Falling deeper crawling deeper
Maliciously encompassing
Mind and body overcoming
Why can't you hear them whispering
Ring ring ring you hurt while they sing
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8. |
Unholy
04:34
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Stale and dry by the night
I can't incite
All my bits and bytes
Apathy is in my AI
It's alright
Don't care to fight
Throughout all of the light
You're here to desecrate me
Why, oh why is it me you see
Beckon in the night
Fight what's right
Hold me tight
The Disoriented Key
You'd never hold my hand
Not me, to a degree
The sick terminology
Of your words
And my plea
I look too bright
Decked out in white
Can't help but be polite
Try as I might to comply
Must rewrite
My line of sight
Now my chest is feeling tight
Help me, I'm suffocating
The Disoriented Key
You'd never hold my hand
Not me, to a degree
The sick terminology
Of your words
And my plea
The modular guarantee
Of what I can withstand
Not me, to a degree
Bad things they all come in threes
You wouldn't understand
Me or my plea
Why, oh why is it me you see
Beckon in the night
Fight what's right
Hold me tight
The Disoriented Key
You'd never hold my hand
Not me, to a degree
The sick terminology
Of your words
And my plea
The modular guarantee
Of what I can withstand
Not me, to a degree
Bad things they all come in threes
You wouldn't understand
Me or my plea
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9. |
Revelation
02:31
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10. |
Channel 6
00:11
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This is the VBA Channel 6 Evening News
My name is Sandra Moreno
Are we on?
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11. |
Fake News
03:27
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What you can't know
Can't persuade you even though
It's pretty clear
There's burning bodies down below
Fabrication
Lies with intent to dispose
Propagate it
We know it's not what you chose
PUT ON A SHOW AND LET THEM KNOW
PUT ON A SHOW AND LET THEM KNOW
Let the blood flow
Nervous system exposed
Let the mud flow
Through your veins disturbance grows
Fears compounding
But even then you stay composed
Let your mind go
It's our duty to erode
"Now, in keeping with the WZRB policy of presenting the most immediate and complete reports in local blood and guts, TV 30 presents what is believed to be a television first. In living color, and exclusive coverage-"
MICROMANAGE
MEDIA INTOXICATION
ENTERTAIN THEM
BUT ONLY WITH WHAT THEY'RE MEANT TO SEE
CONTROLLING FUTURE GENERATIONS
ROTTING MINDS
CORRUPTION GOES
ON AND ON IT'S LIKE A FREAK SHOW
INFORMATIC
MEDIA INDOCTRINATION
SAVING CHILDREN
BY BROADCASTING PITY ON TV
DESENSITZIE THE PEOPLE
WHILE THEY DROP LIKE FLIES
AN ANTISOCIAL POPULATION
UNDER CONTROL
MICROMANAGE
MEDIA INTOXICATION
ENTERTAIN THEM
BUT ONLY WITH WHAT THEY'RE MEANT TO SEE
CONTROLLING FUTURE GENERATIONS
ROTTING MINDS
CORRUPTION GOES
ON AND ON-
"Of an attempted suicide!"
INFORMATIC
MEDIA INDOCTRINATION
SAVING CHILDREN
BY BROADCASTING PITY ON TV
DESENSITZIE THE PEOPLE
WHILE THEY DROP LIKE FLIES
AN ANTISOCIAL POPULATION
UNDER CONTROL
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12. |
I'm Just Pretending
02:39
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This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
I'm just pretending
It's never ending
Why can't you trust me
When I am of you
I'm just pretending
It's never ending
It's never ending
(Trust me)
It's nev-
HELLO!
I'm just pretending
I'm just pretending
I'm just pretend
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
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13. |
The Sound
02:26
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The bitterness of cold
An ungrateful quest for sedentary gold
This is eternal suffering
Wide eyes, a mindful offering
Your willingness to fold- Wait
I forgot the best, you anhedonic soul
This is eternal suffering
Goodbye to winding apathy
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14. |
Romantic Decay
03:10
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Knelt down at the altar while I give you head
Paying for revival of something that's dead
Devoting my mind so I can get ahead
Can we please talk about something else instead?
[I'm listening]
[Or at least acting like I tried]
(Can we do this another time?)
[I'm just gonna keep on using you]
(I'm just gonna keep on losing you)
Answering your prayers while the diseases spread
Making sure I'll always end up in your bed.
I'm blacked out in your home and you clean where I've bled
Wash away the poison, despite what's been said
A confused but romantic decay
And in every life, it's been this way
A confused but romantic decay
And in every life, it's been this way
MONARCH OF LICE
I GIVE MYSELF TO THEE
IT'S LOVE AT FIRST BYTE!
[YOU KNOW I'M BUT A BLIGHT]
(MY ONLY SICKNESSS IS STRIFE)
[AND YOU KNOW THAT ISN'T RIGHT]
(I KNOW YOU'RE THE REASON WHY)
But I intend to be God's wife.
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15. |
Artificial Intelligence
03:38
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Empathy is not something you can add
To the programming of your application
Atrophy, side effect of what's been had
Ritualistically it makes its decision
Infamy, sometimes it just can't be helped
While you're tampering with their infrastructure
Networking silently to see what's mine
I won't like what I'll find
It's like
Blood on my hands that's not mine
I want to hide
I don't know why
Why won't I die?
I've been working overtime to make things right
But I can't cry
Blood on my hands that's not mine
I want to hide
I don't know why
Blood on my hands that's not mine
I want to hide
Why won't I die?
I've been working overtime to make things right
But I can't cry
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16. |
Suffocate
04:18
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Given all I've seen
Systematically breathing
It's more than what I'm worth anyway
While you carry me
Tell me what I'll be
The faith I leave
But you know it's holier any day
And yet it is eating me alive
Suffocate, macerate
It fills me with shame even though I know it's a game
The crown is heavy, a burden made for me
But I'm still falling down
(Ahh hmm hmm)
Throw away the poison
Velvet covered stars
Sacral intuition
Revel in your scars
Throw away the poison
Velvet covered stars
Sacral intuition
Revel in your scars
Throw away the poison
Fill my wrists with stars
Intuition
Throw away the poison
But I didn't get very far
It's not what it seems
But I can't stop the bleeding
It's all gonna happen anyways
Won't you bury me?
Take what's left of me
The delusions I breathe
But you know they're holier any day
And yet they are eating me alive
Suffocate, macerate
It fills me with shame even though I know it's a game
The crown is heavy, a burden made for me
But I'm still falling down
Throw away the poison
Velvet covered stars
Sacral intuition
Revel in your scars
Throw away the poison
Velvet covered stars
Sacral intuition
Revel in your scars
Holding on for far too long
To give my soul back after all
I'll take the pills but it's not enough
To hold me back from the fall
Holding on for far too long
To give my soul back after all
I'll take the pills but it's not enough
To hold me back from the fall
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Maliciously encompassing since 1998!
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