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PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE
03:34
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PERSISTENT SERVITUDE, IT’S ALL WE KNOW
WORK, CONSUME, REPEAT AND GROW OLD
FLESH AND BLOOD BOWING AND BREAKING TO FEED FROM INVISIBLE HANDS
IT’S ALL THAT WE HAVE
JUST HOW LONG CAN WE STARE AT THE SUN,
SEEKING TO DEFY OUR MORTAL BODIES?
PUT THE BLINDERS ON AND SHELTER YOUR EGO FROM UNFILTERED TRUTH
IT’S ALL THAT YOU’LL LOSE
THIS HUMAN MACHINE IS OBSOLETE
IT’S ALL THAT WE HAVE
WE NEED A CRISIS TO SHOW US WHO WE ARE
SEARCHING FOR TRUTH IN A MOUNTAIN OF AVATARS
WE NEED A SICKNESS TO CURE
A MYTH TO DISTRACT US FROM THE UNSURE
THIS HUMAN MACHINE IS OBSOLETE
IT’S ALL THAT WE HAVE
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VOID FILLER
05:00
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ABSENT TOTEM
SIMPLETONS LEFT TO THEIR DEVICES
BOW, BOW, BOW
CONCUSSED, REFLUXED
IDOLS ARE EASY TO COME BY
WHEN THE BIG ONE HITS, WE’LL HAVE A NICE PARADE
I SEE THEM RUNNING
WITH THE SPIT DRIPPING DOWN THE EDGE OF THEIR MOUTHS
CLUTCHING FOR RELICS AND TOKENS OF ONES WHO WILL SAVE THEM
FROM HELLS THEY’VE CREATED
WHEN THAT BONEY HAND KNOCKS AT YOUR DOOR
AND YOU’VE BEGGED FOR FORGIVENESS OF ALL YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS
THE ABYSS IS WAITING
IT’S WHERE WE’VE ALWAYS BELONGED
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WE’VE COME TO CAST BLAME
WE’VE COME TO CAST BLAME
ABSTRACT SHADOWS SPEAK OF THE PROFANE
YOU’VE BUILT A WALL AROUND WHAT YOU’RE AFRAID
BUT DEMONS AND SCAPEGOATS KEEP KNOCKING IN VAIN
WE’VE COME TO COMPLAIN
WE’VE COME TO COMPLAIN
A PERSON CAN ONLY LIVE SO MANY DAYS
WE’VE SEQUENCED OUR LIVES
TO EMBRACE THE MUNDANE
BUT STILL CAN’T DECIPHER THE MEANING OF PAIN
WE STILL CAN’T DECIPHER THE MEANING OF PAIN
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THIS IS PROGRESS
04:21
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POINTLESSNESS IS COMPULSION
POINTLESSNESS IS COMPULSION
EVERY BREATH IS A STEP
EVERYONE OWNS A PIECE OF THESE DESPERATE DISPLAYS
WE’RE IMPOSTERS, WE’RE ALL FAKES
CASTRATE YOUR MIND. IT’S A HOAX
CASTRATE YOUR MIND, IT’S DELUSION
WE ARE NOTHING
STUMBLING THROUGH WAVES IN A SEA OF CONFUSION
CONDEMNATION IS MY ART
CONDEMNATION IS MY ART
LEARN TO LOVE EVERY FOOLISH MISTAKE
THE POISON YOU GIVE IS THE POISON YOU TAKE
SO RAISE A PITCHFORK AND PICK A SIDE
DISASTERS ARE COMING
ALL IN GOOD TIME
THIS IS PROGRESS, THIS IS HOPELESS
SO RAISE A PITCHFORK AND CUT YOUR TIES
THEY’LL TRIANGULATE ON THIS POSITION REALLY SOON
WE’RE ALMOST OUT OF TIME
THIS IS PROGRESS, THIS IS HOPELESS
YOU CAN’T CHANGE WHAT YOU ARE
SELL ME A TICKET TO YOUR NEXT SEMINAR
YOU CAN’T CHANGE WHAT YOU ARE
SELL US A TICKET TO YOUR NEXT SEMINAR
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ONCE YOU LET THEM THROUGH THE GATE
THERE IS NO TURNING BACK
YOU WISH TO PURCHASE A PIECE OF YOUR SOUL
TO MAKE UP WHAT YOU LACK
SHIFTING MY SHAPE
PROBING MY CONSCIOUSNESS
IMPLANTING MY THOUGHTS
SHOW ME YOU EXIST
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CEREBRAL WALL
02:43
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I DRANK THE PUNCH
07:58
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THEY SAID WE’D BE FREE OF PAIN
I DRANK THE PUNCH
OUR HEAVENLY BODIES AWAIT
I DRANK THE PUNCH
OUR COMET APPROACHING
TOTAL TRANSCENDENCE
THEY SAID WE’D BECOME GODS
I DRANK THE PUNCH
AS OUR COMET APPROACHES,
WE ENTER A NEW, TRANSCENDENT DAWN.
UNDER THE TEACHINGS OF THE SUPREME LEADER,
WE GRADUATE FROM THIS STAGE OF HUMAN EVOLUTION.
AS WE ASCEND, WE WILL COALESCE OUR EARTHLY BODIES
INTO ONE MAGNIFICENT BEING OF PURE ENERGY.
AS WE SHED ALL ATTACHMENTS, ULTIMATE SALVATION
WILL FINALLY BE BESTOWED FROM THE HIGHER SOURCE,
TO THE CHOSEN ONES.
THERE WILL BE NO SUFFERING.
THERE WILL BE NO PAIN.
SO SUFFER WHILE YOU CAN.
DIG A HOLE AND BURY YOURSELF TO THE NECK
THINK ABOUT THE ONES YOU LOVE
AND MONEY YOU SPENT
DIG A HOLE AND BURY YOURSELF TO THE NECK
BUY SOME SHIT AND FILL YOUR EXISTENTIAL DEBT
YOU WILL SUBMIT
YOU WILL OBEY
NOTHING MORE
DIG A HOLE AND BURY YOURSELF TO THE NECK
THINK ABOUT THE TIMES YOU FAILED AND ALL YOUR REGRETS
DIG A HOLE AND BURY YOURSELF TO THE NECK
LET IT EAT AT YOU UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT
YOU WILL SUBMIT
YOU WILL OBEY
NOTHING MORE
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