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White Flag
08:43
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It’s amazing what you can give up
If you just want to survive
You’ll discard cherished convictions
And spread yourself wide for your ravagers
When they approach to defile you
Voyeurs hiding behind the skyline
Peer down at me, but I try to ignore them
They track me through the aisles larded with treasure
And mock me at night when I’m begging for silence
Don’t want to be held responsible
You can take whatever you want from me
Just make sure I don’t notice
You can take whatever you want from me
And the waltzes play on in halls of gold
While the misfortunates slop back and forth
Between the flophouses, clinics and prisons
Until their weight carves ruts in the earth
Don’t want to be held responsible
You can take whatever you want from me
Just make sure it doesn’t hurt
You can take whatever you want from me
This is the world we’ve made for ourselves
But our acid abstentions
Will dissolve the limestone beneath us
And when the sinkhole opens up
We won’t deserve to be pulled out
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Balkanized
04:19
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I’m standing on the platform
And there’s a pile of trash bags
Swollen with former objects of desire
Stripped of office, like corrupted priests
In black plastic vestments
And cast out to vagrancy
So now they wait with me
Twitching with the palsy
Of the rats in their guts
That shriek as the train approaches
To take me home
There’s a negative copy of me
In a bus station on a dusty plain
A thousand miles away
And one day we’ll meet
Swept up by different flags
We’ll lock eyes through gunsights
And I wonder which one of us
Will die beneath the other’s knives
And I hope it will be him
It’s not personal
But I’ll rip your throat out if I have to
I’ll tear your guts out if I’m asked to
You’ll rip my throat out if you have to
You’ll tear my guts out if you’re asked to
It’s nothing personal
Because we’re both the same
Lemmings rushing away from a mirror
And towards a cliff
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Implant Fever
04:17
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Sometimes I stare for too long into the sun
Until my vision grows grainy with pixels
I can feel the dials in my forebrain turn
Someone’s in there, tampering with the controls
Each new day sweeps the boundaries away
And I’m left to redefine
Where the machines end and my mind begins anew
In this place
The background chatter is digitally remastered
And thousands of lenses bend the light
Until riddles are all I can see
Each new day sweeps the boundaries away
And I’m left to wonder why
I should trust anything that I hear, see or think anymore
They’ve filtered and vetted the input I’m getting
And cross-referenced it with the finest algorithms
Ensuring that all content will seamlessly sync
With the receivers they’ve built in my brain
That’s the just the way that we do things these days
And it’s improving at an exponential rate
They’ve made my skull an echo chamber
It clangs with thoughts they’ve designed
There’s no room for me in here anymore
Time to shut up and accept it
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"Outré as they get, everything Pyrrhon do emanates from an obsidian death metal core - just that this music is that much more expressive, its impact that much more disquieting than almost anything else in the genre."
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