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Tempered
01:28
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T E M P E R E D
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2. |
Monotonous
02:14
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Trapped in endless loop
Anchored to my doom
Iâve crawled to the edge of this pit and Iâm looking in
Just let me jump
Been waiting here months for the green light
and it still hasnât come
Transitioning into human fossil
Petrified in the brain
Static
Stagnant
I donât understand it
Why canât I just get a break?
Brain death,
Related lack of desire
Primal propulsion
Wonât let me retire
Everyday
Everyday
The nights grow shorter,
and my sight gets weaker
Bloodshot eyes,
the mark of the tweaker
Still hanging in there.
No telling where Ill end up,
but itâs better than waiting around here.
Than seeing everything in a shade of brown,
tired of âliving it upâ, tired of painting the town.
Pull the curtains, Cut to black
Baby, Iâm not coming back
Brain death, related lack of desire.
Primal propulsion,
Wonât let me retire.
From the monotonous drone of living,
Iâve given up on waiting.
Cogs rusted stuck in the machine,
from lack of feeling.
Rob myself blind.
Body and mind.
Trapped in space, no passage forward.
Self-destruct to no reward.
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3. |
Inversion
03:24
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As life goes on
matters become more convoluted
lines blur
The black and white filters fuse
Into grey
No more scan-lines
No more right and wrong
Too late to turn back now,
its already done.
Unsettling to think of a bigger picture
Aware of the grand scheme put in motion
The events in your own life
Carefully orchestrated
Completely out of your hands.
Aware of those who are pulling the strings,
though they remain unseen.
Untouchable,
your peers continue to dream.
Oblivious of the consequences,
Never digging too deep.
I donât want to think about it
I should change the channel
or even better, just switch myself off
The act so simple on paper
To put into practice is another matter
To do whatâs right
thatâs how it was,
Polarity reverses
Fiction crumbles.
No way to turn blind eyes to the underside
Thereâs cancer in the meat.
I know too much,
I don't know enough.
Stuck between the myriad of choice and mental inflection
Afraid to share the fate of others
Jerked awake, only to die.
The boot comes down,
the veil stays up
Afraid to speak out.
Afraid to share the fate of others:
Jerked awake
To Die.
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Material Illness
04:38
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Somethings wrong.
The more I have,
The more I want.
Feeding the void,
Feeding depression;
Symptoms of a failing system.
Existential aneurysm
Detained in a currency prison
Existential aneurysm
Obey and succumb
Wealth divided amongst the Slugs,
Wasting your prime.
Content to feed off the sweat of the hungry,
Not worth mine.
Existential aneurysm
Detained in a currency prison
Existential aneurysm
All obey
All succumb
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Slave to the pay
Living life their way
Extortion: Their Crime
Your daily grind
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Psychological turmoil
Confined within the walls of the mind
More connected than I have ever been to everything,
but still so alone.
Can't move without someone knowing
Can't speak without someone selling me
Disdain for modern living
Social posturing, so sickening
Pressure makes the diamond
Pressure makes the pulp
Keep your head down
Stay in your hole
Pressure makes the diamond
Pressure makes the pulp
Waste the best years of your life
I see people working themselves to the bone
Left with next to no time of their own.
Masterâs heel, pushing on the backs of the wise
Spinal columns set to split open wide
Can't move without someone knowing
Can't speak without someone selling me
Disdain for modern living
Social posturing, so sickening
Pressure makes the diamond
Pressure makes the pulp
Keep your head down
Stay in your hole
Pressure makes the diamond
Pressure makes the pulp
waste your best years
and do as youâre told
True ambition left rot
True happiness swallowed
Safety and comfort shortened the leash
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Strive
02:23
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Sucked into a mire
Its viscous fluid rising higher
Treading the silt amongst the scum,
Outnumbered ten thousand to one
I deny satisfaction
I subvert all opposing action
Strike the mortar that holds the stone,
And watch it all come down.
They clipped my wings
They snapped my bones
They took my song
Iâll burn their home
Might
drawn from the well of self
Casting an iron resolve
Grip the knife
By the blade
Push it back
Deny death
Feel hot adrenaline surging in,
and live again
Assume control
Crush all foes
Strive for wisdom
Strive for growth
Mastery of oneâs own.
Stand//Conquer
Submit//Suffer
Lesser lifeforms torn asunder
The Draconian way,
Forced under the thumb
Stand//Conquer
Submit//Suffer
Though my body may fail,
Iâll still keep whatâs mine:
Never to be taken alive.
I reject the treatment
I refuse to fold
I reject the synthetic
I alone, embrace the cold
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Greenwashed
07:20
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My name is Consumer and I am a cancer
I am one of 7 billion people here to answer for,
the sucking wound of industry.
Over 100 years of progress and pollution
passed down to you and me.
Green sells.
Photo evidence is dressed to cover the tells.
Concealed disease and toxicity,
Fake digitized scenic pornography.
Fetid shit and waste of chemical origin
spews from a pipeline into the ocean
in plain sight, out in the open
yet still out of mind and so easily forgotten.
Terminal
ignorance
and disconnect,
breaking this planets neck
Mountains of garbage piercing through the smoke of burning bills,
Testament to the Gods who kill.
Green sells,
The supply will not always meet the demand
Footprints are never all thatâs left behind
Economy, ecology
Such a volatile dichotomy.
Revenue: the priority.
End Result: Eco-Sodomy
Terminal
ignorance
and disconnect,
breaking this planets neck
Mountains of garbage piercing through the smoke of burning bills,
Seems that every man has his price...
To kill.
The sins of the developed world,
Like raging flames,
licking at the door.
Set to devour all,
rich and poor.
Closer than we think
and everyone will suffer for it
This is my home
But it's not where I grew up.
Beauty has faded,
The guise corrupt.
Oceans boil, our rivers spoil
Crops fail in plundered soil
Mass extinction events,
by our own hand.
Rejection of the natural laws of our land
Rampant corruption in the hives of man
That's where we stand
What is to be done?
While Earths blood still runs
It's not enough
To put band-aids on gaping wounds
Mother Gaia poisoned, irradiated
Mankindâs hunger for profit never satiated
Never forget
Power is yours
But in the end,
The House always wins
Vengeance is Hers.
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