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Zoneless Confinement
02:57
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Belong and be lost
In the cage of our zoneless confinement
We are words without synonyms or antonyms,
shouted to deaf ears that are only prone to labial reading
and to the comforting caducity of all their replaceable truths
that they think they’ve heard yet no one has ever pronounced.
We are a soundless noise piercing the wall of silence to unfold its depth
We are the echoing anomaly bouncing between the inexistent borders of an open air cave
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Scar?
04:20
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Some are sorry for the marks left on the ground behind them yet too obtuse to care about what lies ahead before being wiped out by someone else’s stupidity
In front of one’ steps is behind somebody’s shoulder, behind one shoulders is before somebody else’s steps, marching ahead towards the end of times, some politely waiting in line for their time to come.
Some refuse to acknowledge yet their mouths grins the static noise of an old recording from a new recital
Other pacing other people strides and conjuring potency and no justice and death without a scar?
Conjuring fallacy and no intention and life without a scar
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3. |
Apologue of Descent
01:14
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Pluto feeds his wealth with tears and fears
The mundane corruption of our understanding of the universals
Chains our minds to the chair of forgetfulness
They keep silent so that death won't wake up and retaliate
Or praise the name to exorcize
They show reproach for those who don’t want to ascend or climb
Because they know they will all fall
Fall down
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4. |
For Our Insolent Dead
02:42
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For our dead
and for all those who have escaped the pack to hunt alone
and hear their howls inside their jaws
Away - from the slowness of revenge
Our insolence ristored
Away - from the sovereign of fate
We will roam
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5. |
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Your abandonment is my salvation,
Your rejection the rite of my private cult of death
Social exclusion is spiritual reintegration
A Counter pilgrimage to the ship of fools
Dark disorder - moving chaos
Head empty
before becoming a skull
Extradition, Excluded, Existence
Extradition, Expulsion, Exile
Anti-modernist extradition
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6. |
Prescience/Evokism III
06:07
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“I believe, in fact, that attempts to bring political protest together with popular music, that is, with entertainment music, are for the following reasons doomed from the start.
The entire sphere of popular music, even there where it dresses itself up in modernist guise, is to such a degree inseparable from past temperament, from consumption, from the cross eyed transfixion with amusement, that attempts to outfit it with a new function remains entirely superficial.
And I have to say that when somebody sets himself up and for whatever reason sings maudlin music about Vietnam being unbearable, I find that really it is this song that is in fact unbearable, in that by taking the horrendous and making it somehow consumable, it ends up wringing something like consumption qualities out of it”
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7. |
Black Bile Banquet
02:58
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I can seal my lips and reject your body – humankind a malnourished ghost
the vision of terror of those you force-fed and gave death to hunts me
like a colony of infested parasites molding their descendants into replaceable cells
disposable units of unthinkable nothingness
Humankind a malnourished ghost
a vision of horror for those you exalted and gave words (to) and no sense
like a colony of infested parasites molding their descendants into replaceable cells
disposable units of unthinkable nothingness
I can seal my lips and reject your body – humankind a malnourished ghost
The vision of horror for those you exalted and gave words to disgust me
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8. |
Break The Infi/nite
01:53
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Like a three headed dog guarding the bloodstained path to the dark descent
Howling, gnashing, grinding teeth and hopes
Making a high trash pile of all
The past, present and future
the was, is and will be not
Cutting through thick skin
a blade to rip the ellipse
a snake set free to move ahead
and let the shell crumble and the world collapse
Break the infi / nite
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9. |
Lotusbluthen III
04:32
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We are one thought away from division, and no actions or words can deviate this trajectory. We are gonna board soon and be gone. Be lost. Belong. Be lost
Although existence is nothing, its paradox is to manifest itself.
Like the fool emanating from the source
madness finds both manifestation and opposition in the world of things and the universe of matter.
My diversity its not eccentricity
Madness is nothing in its movement of division from the world of things, yet its paradox is to manifest itself and coagulate life.
The fool and the devil, same thing as we dissent and coagulate
We are one thought away from division, and no action or words can deviate this trajectory. We are gonna board soon and be gone. Be lost. Belong. Be lost
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10. |
Evokism II
03:35
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11. |
Dead is Better
02:26
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Abolition breaks the truth in life, surrounded by pain
Dissolution floods and digs the shores of void, coincided by terror
Dead is better
Cliffs over the abyss
death over absence and silence against nonsense
Breach without reconciliation
Dead is better
Driving spite to its limits
and to accomplish the final act
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