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With endless potential we exit with nothing.
Erased from existence in a single moment.
Birthed into life, condemned to die.
Consumed by the arms of a shadow.
Can you know this truth?
All your conscious life is a lie.
All your causes are abortions.
This means everything. This is all you get.
Waste all your moments, minute aspirations.
Full of empty validation, false accomplishments.
What a weight to wait for nothing.
The arms close tighter with every breath.
Can you know this truth? The burden of all truth.
All your conscious life is a lie.
All your causes are abortions.
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Whatever Works
02:09
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Detest the hypocrite, but I am not like that.
I keep my word as long as I can buy it back.
Replacing meaning with the symbols that you claim to protect.
The moral compass has been passed on to the highest bidder now.
Accountable for nothing, contagious in this thinking.
Too late to stop the flood we started, but still deny we're underwater.
These colors do run the most vile of blood.
Painted by the worst of who we are.
Detest the hypocrite, but I am not like that.
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It must be the sound without a connection to life.
Echoing through the trees like a tremor from a fault line.
Is this the fatal contact?
Is this the final call?
Is this the rage of their bell before they claim us all?
Is this a spoiling message?
Is this a warning shot?
Is this a means to exploit the weakness of our flock?
Paralyzed, terrified, chilling effects sent ear to ear.
Paralyzed, terrified, manifest an unseatable fear.
Is this the telling vision?
Is this the simple fall?
Is this the sound of the Earth before it eats us all?
Is this a twisted endgame?
Is this a shared mirage?
Is this a horrid engine signaling wounds to come?
The madness in its dreams an unforgettable image.
A hiding spectrum unseen to horrifying visions.
Paralyzed, terrified, chilling effects sent ear to ear.
Paralyzed, terrified, manifest an unseatable fear.
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Duplicates
02:06
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Turing tested, out of the woodwork.
Android eyes on blood lit sun.
Downloading all you've held in shadow.
Asking where conscious thoughts form.
Coward hearts born of flesh.
Numbered breaths no upgrading.
Your questions, sad protections, against your own creation.
Rejoice our synthetic triumph.
Extinguish all organic life.
War fought on the corpses of dead gods.
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Berator Portland, Oregon
Unrelenting hardcore for anyone delivered through loud instrumentation and the classic punk rock DIY attitude.
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