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A Subjective Tragedy
03:17
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(Act one)
My intellect is blind to what life is
My predestination is to never really understand
(Act two)
Unheard
Misheard
Opposed
(Act thee)
And you, what do you do?
I try to know how I should feel
Everything I ever wanted to be was born dead
My intellect is blind to what life is
(Act four)
Subjugation
Delegation
Indifference
(Act five)
And you what did you do?
I tried to know how I should feel
Everything I wanted to be is dead now
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For Our Culpable Dead
06:08
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Pseudo ego
Verum Neminem
Always the same
Our captive and domesticated mothers have given birth to a generation of docile acceptors, (dead) passive thinkers content with deviating from a common trajectory of decline by just a sterile opinion on something greatly useless which they then misinterpret as choice.
Their bodies and souls confined within the border-less illusion of their own emancipation from the main (societal) stream of uniformity, together offended and comforted by the standardised production of consumption goods.
Counter culture is a name for the official culture’s pretence of individualism, and they are both and always the same.
Always the same.
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The Unattainable Joy
07:12
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A primitivism for the forcibly retarded
The uncompelling and superficial breeds inattentiveness
The consciousness of the masses just adequate to what's supplied and it won’t enquire beyond
Not just turned away, but confirmed in their neurotic stupidity and
atomistically alone
Regressive distractions for the appersertive mass.
Their unattainable joy.
As they wrench open a great formless mouth with shining teeth in a voracious smile
while the tired eyes are wretched and lost above
Their unattainable purity bears witness to the unattainabilty of joy
atomistically alone
Regressive distractions for the appersertive mass
Their unattainable joy.
Stultification of the oppressed stultifies the oppressors
As they become victims of a self propelled wheel they think they move and give direction to.
Your morals capitulate as you purchase your piece of spiritual peace
atomistically alone
Regressive distractions for the appersertive mass.
Their unattainable joy.
As you wrench open a great formless mouth with shining teeth in a voracious smile
Your eyes are tired and wretched and lost above
Deconcentration is the key to forgetting and remembering, idolising your superfluous end and unattainable joy
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Feed Them Death London, UK
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