1. |
The Mission
06:40
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The illusion is that we're here alone,
without purpose, only to atone.
Plenty of this couldn't be remembered.
I promised I wouldn't betray.
Don't give up now, there's more to afford.
I won't stand it any longer, to be ignored.
They weren't the ones I was looking for.
As long as the children die,
I cannot sleep.
As long as the earthworms scream,
I won't know peace.
Get down on your knees.
Come with me.
Get down on your knees.
Feel the beat.
Get down on your knees.
Come with me and feel the beat.
Freedom in your blood,
don't you feel it tug,
let oxytocin flood,
dig into the mud.
You are not alone.
I hear your groan.
Aches to the bone.
We're all entitled to a throne.
Down with the force of greed,
we'll make it bleed.
We will impede.
All souls are freed.
Remember your heart with me,
talk to the trees,
all hate will seize,
one with the breeze.
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2. |
Tertiary Task
04:16
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A secondary force forces us to align,
the sickliest of all the timelines.
Your throat and your kind, coaxed with lies,
a tertiary task, to keep my heart in mind.
Thoughtless movements,
ruled by cruelness.
Filled me with synthetic love,
falsely believed I wasn't enough.
Sickly sweetness,
you're my weakness,
Killed me slowly,
I am so lonely,
but please just let me go.
And you became cold.
Too cerebral, yet not enough.
You lacked courage.
I lacked foresight.
Who are you?
Were we true?
Had you a clue that
I loved you.
With no foundation,
how could you know?
You couldn't know home.
Kin emptied your soul.
Peut-etre un jour.
Peut-etre un jour.
Tu connaitras l'amour.
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3. |
Ozone
02:36
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4. |
Mutter
03:24
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Mutter, mutter.
Why doesn't your heart flutter?
Was your joy stolen?
By a man with a hole in
his heart?
Mutter, mother.
Why do that with the shutter?
Criticism makes you shudder.
Mm, I don't know why.
Mm, you do not cry.
Mm, time passed us by.
Mm, I'll see you fly.
Mama, mama,
Mama, mama.
I love you.
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5. |
Faking Love
04:12
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Oh, no.
It's all too slow:
Making love to the rhythm of the heart,
You need it more, you need it harsh.
Watch her skin go purple,
ooh, why can't you stay noble?
Arms underpinned, I crawl within,
won't let it sink in.
Is love not present here?
If so, why do I smell fear?
In the room, it's all so clear.
Why do you cosplay abuse?
Letting all your demons loose.
Go step into her shoes,
woman you call your muse.
Notice you made that bruise?
Body you thought you'd use.
Exert your phallic rage,
Shut her inside her cage.
And come the morning rain,
you will not know her pain.
You've got to reach the bone,
you've got to hear her moan.
So fast you'll lose a stone.
Like the vids on the phone.
How much more can she take?
Is there blood at this rate?
That which you recreate:
Had you not learned it's fake?
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6. |
Gone Rogue
01:56
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He wanted me to think I was beneath him.
Digits in his bank made his heart thin.
Sight of his soul made me shed skin.
What is this hell I've been dropped in?
Glossy overcoat, he was drenched in sin.
Green filtered, mistook the toxin.
With you, age comes without wisdom,
Too occupied with your plastic kingdom.
Your hand in mine was masochism.
Decorated fanciful prison.
I look through the prism.
Selling my soul for a piece of coal.
(Your light refracts/Although you are no match.)
If only he'd known
(Oh, look, there goes the cash.)
I'd gone rogue.
(Grief spreading like a rash.)
Selling my soul.
If only he'd known
I'd already gone rogue.
(Be back in a flash.)
He wants me to sell my soul.
If only he'd known
I'd already gone rogue.
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7. |
Unplug
05:10
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Unplug.
It's growing too much.
We're losing control.
We're all losing touch.
No longer consoled.
The data in droves,
illegally sold.
Sharing it freely,
we watch it unfold.
Remember this, and forget what you're told:
your information is worth more than gold.
Turn your fucking phone off.
Severance infected,
severely disconnected.
We are all being tested,
powers at be so invested.
Compare your body to mine,
wasting all your precious time.
We create our digi-shrines,
not taking that as a sign.
What started as connection,
lost all of its intention.
Weaponizing lonely infections,
what a terrible suggestion.
Unplug yourself.
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8. |
What's The Devil For?
04:12
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There is gas inside your lungs.
Choking on the taste.
Couldn't they make this quick?
Will your body go to waste?
Stench of your beloveds.
Slick is the air.
Lest you forget,
they don't fucking care.
They fill their appetite.
They fill their appetite.
They fill their appetite.
They fill their appetite.
Humanity.
Humanity means might.
Everyone has a choice,
they choose to ignore.
Convenience is king,
though your corpse is on the floor.
Complicity is rife.
Rotten to their core.
If God wanted this,
then what's the Devil for?
Please eat someone else.
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9. |
Crysis
03:20
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Step by step,
you fall into the dark side of the man.
Please don't smile,
don't catch me whilst you can.
Innocence removed
as quickly as it was formed.
You made me wish
that I was never, ever even born.
I'm living in a crisis.
I really need to cry, sis.
I'm living in a crisis.
I really wanna die, sis.
Look at the state of me,
I am your fallacy,
Was it my destiny?
Right where you wanna be.
Now fucked up in the head.
Kept wishing I was dead.
Only if I had fled,
I was stuck in that bed.
Liberty desecrate,
Forgiveness evaporate,
Cry and self-medicate,
My pupils, they dilate.
Sickness infests inside,
Vile incesticide,
You can no longer hide,
I commit patricide.
Burning my family crest,
Heavy now is my chest,
Wish I tore off my breasts
Would've been for the best.
Robbed my autonomy.
Why can't I fall asleep?
Your hands all over me.
Closed eyes, but still can see.
Crushed under all the weight.
This cannot be my fate.
I swear, I will set this straight.
I know it is not too late.
Here I take back my life.
Strength and will through the strife.
Only once, never thrice:
that was my sacrifice.
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