1. |
AAI PIONEER
01:52
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wake up to a lawyer at my door
war on terror, imperial corps
go back to sleep on the floor
ephemera
ephemera
ephemera
cut in pieces
die for your convenience
work over time
brain has shut down i'm
coughing in sleeves and
splat on the ground while
dying and cold you're
cut in pieces
die for your convenience
work over time
stuff my hand in moving gears
fast track to the embassy
fell asleep in the taxi
I just do what they tell me!
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2. |
BURIAL QUARTER
01:42
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stone facade
painted onto cloth
parasite
evidence is lost
silhouette of you
carving out your spine
evidence is lost
evidence is lost
the thought
over what you tell
you're locked in a broken cell
mourning the wicked and seen
culprits in abstracted dream
a wholesome disguise
for holding your ties
the violence held nothing
but whim for your fashion
knowing
who you come from
protection
for your pension
your thought
over what you tell
you're locked
in a broken cell
obliterate
the evidence
boarded up
axe to that
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3. |
SUBJECT
01:21
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on the walk to cash your cheque
pure disconnect
automatic nervous wreck
ache in your chest
casual complacency
cross out over simple tasks
imitate a dog no use in talk
shit on the wall no use in talk
the subject is wrong, I lie in the state, gone
the subject is wrong, I lie in the state, gone
(hands are not yours
disintegrate)
cartesian hole, where is your string
material, sum to nothing
praying to Earth, what does it bring
contradiction, hidden machine
infectious rats caught in between
the law
instinct
no sight
all wrooong
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4. |
JUDGMENT IN THE BARRACKS
01:44
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divine right of master race to flash their tattoo
winking as they bless the wine they give to men in blue
sweating on their treatise, they know that you know too
innocently pose about a script outside taboo
necromancers flock to save their ritual diseases
incoherent faith to mask what hormones goad to reason
instrumentalized by capital's uncanny breathing
all this has no meaning all this has no meaning
dissent, empty dissent
no usurping power
no more honest battle
violence is inherent
hidden in our language
necromancers flock to save their ritual diseases
hatred of humanity and fetishes for jesus
instrumentalized by capital's uncanny breathing
all this has no meaning all this has no meaning
childish games with phantoms
no more even judgment
violence is their anthem
dissent empty dissent
instrumentalized by capital's uncanny breathing
all this has no meaning all this has no meaning
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5. |
W??_A38
01:11
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industry is falling to the palms of metal men
reanimated pistons, for crushing us again
they hold us to their standards as our fingers slip behind
conveyor belt progresses to the end of humankind
network installation, in trees we used to climb
faithless little gremlins confronting the sublime
know their time is coming, the reckoning of pigs
they'll dress us up like children and wall us in with bricks
saints absolve the stains of terror in the streets
confiscate the means of coping in the name of peace
nobody alive is opposed to letting blood
regardless of their service to the monument above
network installation, sacrificial lamb
bodily fluids in strawberry jam
chaos is a living and riot is a cue
you draft your constitution, all it serves is you
all it serves is you
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Remote Control Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island
AI GENERATED
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