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233°C
04:45
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Disingenuous way of living, breathe to live, live to breed.
Choosing life is a way of going down to die.
Work to live, live to breed, die.
Upraise, in a controlled environment.
Work to live, work to breathe.
Family is the core of society.
Cuddling, so comfortable, never talking, in the dark.
Locked inside, by denial.
Invisible father.
Burning paper in piles.
The firemen police.
Electroshock in place, now connected to the grid.
Work to live, live to breed, die.
Upraise, in a controlled environment.
As the fire burns, dis-humanity rises.
Let the ashes fly.
Burning paper in piles.
The firemen police.
Electroshock in place, now connected to the grid.
Work to live, live to breed, die.
Upraise, in a controlled environment.
Cuddling, so comfortable, never talking, in the dark.
Locked inside, by denial.
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Obey / Scrape
04:42
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What’s your passion? What makes you tick?
Tell me now, what’s on your mind.
You lived a life of conformism.
Raising children, praying to what?
Praying to family.
They decided your fate.
We decided your fate.
I wish I knew about your unhappiness, instead of looking at the “obey” banner.
They live, we don’t, but now I understand.
I only wanted you to be alive.
Maybe you needed a sing of care.
An unspoken language that I never understood.
Take my sadness to the grave.
Take my pride of you and lift it into space.
Wave at me please as you fly away.
“Not stopping you follow through.
You know it’s wrong, what will you do?
No time to look out, no time for you.
It can’t be the things that you do.
Not having it, I’m not through.
You know you fucked up.
Now what you can do.
It's not the money, I’ve got a clue.
I can't stand most things about you.
Not having it.
Understand.
Understand me.”
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The Messenger
02:20
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Moving through space, carrying the voice of one message.
There is one thing we never do: to say that we care for one another.
Being the voice of reason was not enough.
The messenger is saying…
There is another way we could have stayed frozen in time, but the rest of us decided to move on.
I know we went on separate ways but, my mind was still connected to place where we were born.
The messenger is saying…
The messenger is saying: it’s time to go home.
Now that I can see it all in retrospective, I know that everything was clear and beautiful.
Although I wish I had another chance to say “I am so proud of you”, I know you’ll stay forever in my mind.
The messenger is saying…
The messenger.
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Mechanics of a Mind
04:08
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History repeating itself.
The constituents of a neural web, embedded in a random firmware, controlling interactions in our every neuron.
The illusion of free will permeates our standards of living.
The mechanics of a mind is subdued to a triggered random process.
We believe our decisions forge our lives.
It is all a lie, there is no free will, and there is no freedom.
History repeated itself.
Human interactions are established.
The modelling of our minds now is complete.
Now we're part of the virtual net.
Free will is no longer an illusion, is a reality.
The mechanics of a mind now is determined by the environment.
Our decision do not forge our lives.
It is all a lie, there is no life, and there is no existence.
There is no life.
Free will is an illusion.
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Dream of Them
04:35
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I wish I could reverse the arrow of time.
I wish I could.
I wish I could decrease entropy.
I wish I could be with you again.
I wish I could.
I wish I could be with you again.
I wish I could.
I wish I could answer the final question.
I wish I had the will to forgive myself.
I wish I had the will to forgive myself.
I wish I had more time to spend with you.
I wish I had more than a dream of them.
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6. |
Martian Outsider
04:09
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I am lost in a desert.
I am lost, deep within.
I am lost in my mind.
A reflection that’s distorted.
Try to climb the outside.
Try to climb back to life.
Try to climb up the tower.
People dance, the outside.
It is cold, it is dark.
It is cold and depleted.
Try to reach the other side.
Try to reach my own life.
Now I’m out, I can see.
Now I’m out, it is me.
They believe, I am out.
They believe it is me.
Don’t belong to this world, we are done with the past.
Don’t belong in this place, I am going back to life.
Try to reach the other side, try to reach my own life.
Now I’m out I can see, now I’m out, it is me.
The Martian is moving forward, he is the outsider he is the scientist.
Now he had accepted reality, now he is really free.
The secret to survival, is to never give up, never give up.
The secret to survival, is to never give up, never give up.
Even when all you have is red sand slipping between your fingers.
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Vision of a Cynic
01:07
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Compromise
"A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be.
Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision."
Compromise
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Emotional Intelligence
04:18
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There is a feeling I always had, like they were dying in my arms.
And I simply looked away as they faded away.
The sane decision is to move forward.
The bold movement is to learn.
The brave action is to accept that there is no going back.
We could build a new reality or accept that it is communicating through our loved ones.
But that is not really happening, or is it?
I dream of a room with mirrors.
"And they are standing next to me.
They are as real as I can accept it.
But it is only a reflection of my feelings and wishes."
The sane decision is to move forward.
The bold movement is to learn.
The brave action is to accept that there is no going back.
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Adaptation
03:00
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It is something that crawls and creeps in and out, leaving no one alive.
It is the seed of a new form of life and it is focused on taking over the world.
It’s the basis of deception and deceit and it is focused on taking over the world.
By adaptation, by mutation, in blood spreads.
Imperceptible, merging organism, mimicking life, like a parasite, like a human being.
It spreads fast.
It lurks in plain sight.
The inception of bad ideas is seeded in our brains from scratch.
These blank canvas we were as children absorbed every misconception without doubt.
So viral is the idea, that we accept it like a truth, undisputed for years, forcing itself to the world.
By adaptation, by mutation, in blood spreads.
Imperceptible, merging organism, mimicking life, like a parasite, like a human being.
It spreads fast.
It lurks in plain sight.
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I woke up every morning, rode to school, believed in god, did my homework, played outside and you were watching over me.
"War was peace, freedom was slavery, ignorance was strength."
Said the thought police.
I had friends, but had no friends.
I had a family, but it was silent.
Nothing besides academic pursuit or the comfort of living.
"Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood."
Said the thought police.
Clean your room, do your homework, get married, have kids, is the way things should be.
So, if you wanted a picture of the future, you should have imagined a boot stamping on a human face forever.
I loved you so much but I wish I said it more often than I did.
No thought for the police.
So, if you wanted a picture of the future, you should have imagined a boot stamping on a human face forever.
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Cuckoo for Caca
03:51
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It's cold and it's smooth and it's a hard shade of white.
And everybody needs to lick the surface clean but it never tastes better.
White blossoms to red and freezes white again.
Close it before something crawls in.
Commit it, leave it, and get away.
We always drop our good side.
Being good gets you stuff.
Being stuff gets you good.
Good stuff gets you being and wheelin' and dealin' and squeelin'.
Shit lives forever.
They have no legs, but chase us anyway.
Wipe the shadow of your best friend.
Gave birth to something we don't want to be.
We drop our good side.
You can't kill it.
Eat is just as deep as you can fuck it, do cough it up or go down.
And there's only one thing that separates a man.
We'll retire with a turd on our lips under a pair of knowing eyes
I'm gonna take a few down with me and drop my good side.
You can't kill it.
Take it from our drummer, Puff.
Being good it gets you stuff.
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