1. |
Oxygen Crisis
05:22
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Misanthropy
Eternally
Humans make no sense to me
Sewn with selfish cruelty
Claiming to want unity
Creep towards the sun
With savage persistence
Human need, the shallow weeds
On the path of least resistance
Usurpers of Saturn
Murdered
Eaten
Why do we oppose war?
It was war that formed us in the dark that spawned us
Better to oppose the tide
For aeons
From its primal haunches
We slowly became humans
Unfeeling, unmoving
War waited for us
Conflict
Disparity
Emergence and death
The mute amoral engine driving all of human progress
Believe in others, call it love
Or logic, call it reason
None outrun the eyeless worm that lives to pass its genes on
The ripples of our time as prey
The prickle blood and darting eyes
That used to hope to never die
Now the need to quench desire
Usurpers of Saturn
Murdered
Eaten
The Price equation's ugly implication
That led its maker to despair before he pushed the blade
Into his wrists so save him
From the horror of creation
Where kindness is nothing but a simple calculation
As life endures, so war remains
To spend the lives that medicine saves
For those who will one day replace
War awaits
War administrates
Conflict
Disparity
Emergence and death
The mute amoral engine driving all of human progress
Do you actually believe
We don't measure your success?
That we don't take what you are and judge if we're worth more or less?
Man makes war
Economic horror
War makes man
Progress before honour
Believe in others, call it love
Or logic, call it reason
To war both are feeble, distant and unfeeling
None outrun the eyeless worm that lives to pass its genes on
Usurpers of Saturn
Murdered
Eaten
Devour your children or be superseded
Stare at the suffering
Deaf to the begging for help
They are not like you
Feel no guilt
You survive
Continue the climb
You always survive
Continue the climb
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2. |
Monomania
06:03
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Abyssal hours of morning
The rising sound of crawling
The stirring of the vermin
That nest within the neurons
No pity or warning
No hunger, but boredom
They begin a ceaseless gnawing
Sprawling through my organs
Take me
Cousin of death
Graveyard of failure, in daylight at rest
But now I hear them clicking in my dark neurotic depths
And the whole wide world beneath you
Seems a vaunted ugly mess
Eaten from the inside ’til there's only one thing left
They feed, it grows
I gaze at the unknown
Stare into the abyss, the abyss stares also
Subtle crawlers spin their webs in the space between my bones Rejection
Ageing
Failure
Poverty
Impotence
Dying alone
Monomania
Frankenstein's monster
Permanent pariah
A crumbling facade that stole the life of its creator
Born deformed then spurned
There was no evil in the creature
All behaviour is learned
Take me
Cousin of death
I do not pray for sleep
But to suffer less
Graveyard of failure, in daylight at rest
But now I hear them clicking in my dark neurotic depths
And the whole wide world beneath you
Seems a vaunted ugly mess
Eaten from the inside ’til there's only one thing left
They feed, it grows
I gaze at the unknown
Stare into the abyss, the abyss stares also
Subtle crawlers spin their webs in the space between my bones
Rejection
Ageing
Failure
Poverty
Impotence
Dying alone
Obsess, obsess
They're squirming in your chest
Feeding on the parts that you most fucking detest
Gorged and swollen by your inner ugliness
But for all your complication, you’re a simple piece of flesh
My skin is loose and falling
My hair is frayed and dead
Like the moulted skin of Gorgon snakes
Coiled loose around my head
Monomania
Obsess, obsess
Forever biting teeth of weakness
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3. |
Cannibal Cosmos
06:46
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Come slowly sober death
As sunlight creeping through
Earth is a warm and beautiful dream
The rest is trying to kill you
Everything retreating
The void is always eating
Robbing us of form, of purpose, of meaning
Cosmic sea reclaims the land
The holes in my teeth deepen
Nothing cast in matter
Won't buckle or weaken
We think of ourselves as solutions
The conclusion to evolution
We scuttled in ugly spindle legs
Far longer than we've been humans
Decay
The stoic enforcer
Disease
The outraged revenge
Extinction
The constant wash and foam of subtle change
Never taking form
Never coming to an end
Cannibal cosmos, so mechanical
That made the only animal that knows that it will die
Cannibal, only mind and mineral
Permanence is an illusion born from the shortness of our lives
Triton, doomed moon of Neptune
Dragged backwards to destruction
Fate parallel to humans
If time has an author
We’re its early, single letters
The scrawl of an infant maker who will learn to write better
Everything retreating
Weak and losing meaning
Cannibal cosmos, so mechanical
That made the only animal that knows that it will die
Cannibal, only mind and mineral
Permanence is an illusion born from the shortness of our lives
No matter how certain, how sure, how strong
No matter how certain, how sure, how strong
Nothing stops the patient sea and none survive the sun
None survive the sun
None survive
Cannibal cosmos, so mechanical
That made the only animal that knows that it will die
Cannibal, only mind and mineral
Permanence is an illusion born from the shortness of our lives
As go cattle
So go men
As go worlds
So go men
As go stars
So go men
Not so distant
In the end
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4. |
Hammer Of Light
06:00
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It was the shallow entertainers that finally became leaders
It's the same fucking war that it’s always been
Since life appears in time
Since cells collided and then divided and crawled out of the slime
The skin is smoother, the teeth are flatter
Forward facing eyes, larger brain
Our cities gleam and our lives are easy
But the war remains unchanged
Just like the rats that live in men that feed on guiltless need
And the love that seeks reward of dominance in hierarchy
Hammer of light
Hold your enemies tight, you need them
The killing blow is just a part of the show
Swing the hammer
Swing the hammer of light
Swing the hammer
You will make the world a better place for yourself
People look like ants from down here in the spiral that follows death Today's believer is tomorrow’s cynic
And the trend is tomorrow’s backlash
If we're designed that our limbic wires override the prefrontal cortex
Then how the fuck do you make progress?
Braindead
Life is a boring siege with no obvious enemies
Braindead
So you make them because your weakness needs identity
Hammer of light
Hold your enemies tight, you need them
The killing blow is just a part of the show
Swing the hammer
Swing the hammer of light
Swing the hammer
You will make the world a better place
You will make the world a better place for yourself
This is how the world ends
Not by murder but suicide
Not its leaders but its people
Modest conquerors
Quiet evil
Swing the hammer
Swing the hammer of light
Swing the hammer
Futile acolyte
Hammer of light
Wield your empty might
Hammer of light
Futile acolyte
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5. |
The Great Dying
04:58
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Why did we make it about us?
A vain ape spun from stardust
That only venerates itself
In tales of purpose
A desolate speck in the gravity net of an average star that's
Burning to death
Our pedestal has crumbled
Our prominence, a myth
The Great Dying
The abyss rolls on forever
It might not be tomorrow
But it won't be never
Freezing dark
Empty stone
And barren fire
The simplicity the universe desires
The end of the world
Is not the end of the world
The end of the world
Is not the end
Of the living things upon it
The rest remains in dying orbit
No life left to struggle and feel the sunlight wearing thin
Entropy always wins
Beyond the fury and the sprawl
A silent world awaits
Everything finally at peace
Everything finally in its place
Look at the stars
And see no sign in the face of nature
Distant like the love of god
Retreating from his total failure
The Great Dying
Bursting out from sagging wombs to take uncertain forms
Drenched in disorder from the point that it was born
Everything given will be returned
Nothing less, nothing more
The end of the world
Is not the end of the world
The end of the world
Is not the end
Of the living things upon it
The rest remains in dying orbit
No life left to struggle and feel the sunlight wearing thin
Entropy always wins
The abyss rolls on
Dreaming its black dream
The abyss rolls on
Dreaming its black dream
The abyss rolls on forever
It might not come tomorrow
But it won't be never
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6. |
Starmaker
05:59
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There is only the frantic sculptor
That cannot be satisfied
That never sees its work as finished, perfect or divine
Masterpieces are dead ends
The sculptor would not dare create one
Unconcerned with beauty or function
Just the work to be done
The hands of time
Will find and bind you
In their rough palms
Without intention
They will crush and redefine you
Perfection is a dead end
Nothing grows in its limits
The sculptor abhors inertia and vacuum
Creator, destroyer, critic
To those who plummet through history
Death might seem a thief
But there's nothing to steal when there's nothing to own
But the violent and brief
The hands of time
Will find and bind you
In their rough palms
Without intention
They will crush and redefine you
Of all the old ideas
The soul is the last one to go
That life is nothing of value is a blinding truth
There is no power or purpose that the sculptor does not destroy
Cells are left to turn senile
They forget how not to decay
In old age the sun turns to blood and life drifts away
No tyrants demanding tribute
No shepherds tending to their flocks
No artist that needs us to exalt its creations
No wind
No rudder
No gods
They were illusions of the daylight
The light of one particular day
They were illusions of the daylight
The light of one particular day
I see the daylight stretching on forever
I see the genes that will be saved
I am not among them
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7. |
The Patronarch
06:04
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Power, contentment
The deepest veins of madness
Money chases monument
Like shivers follow laughter
The rictus grip of a skeletal hand
The coffin king in the seat of command
Why are the corpses making demands?
Necrocracy
The unending human paradox
To live with sin but without god
Like Rodion Raskolnikov
We always need to be judged
The men from the west
Fear their transience
There is no god
For our lives to reflect
Light is the head which holds the crown
Who else can stand to wear it?
Just admit that being human is problematic
Like a botfly hatching in a human brain
A nucleus of rot
Our parasitic past should be excised
Before it causes reason to stop
Casket cases
The human race is
Shallow, conceited and death fixated
All of our truth is useful delusion
Our archetypes escape execution
Lovers of death
Lovers of death
In spite of ourselves we create monoliths
Power creates
Power creates
A vacuum in the wake of its mistakes
The men from the west
Fear their transience
There is no god for our lives to reflect
Light is the head which holds the crown
Who else can stand to wear it?
Just admit that being human is problematic
Are monoliths the answer to our weakness?
Do they cure our incompleteness?
Consensus, a corpse
Thick with blood and pus
A bloated and distended form that once was us
The men from the west
Fear their transience
There is no god for our lives to reflect
Light is the head which holds the crown
Who else can stand to wear it?
Just admit that being human is terrifying, and problematic
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8. |
The Relic
05:19
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Why aren't the old screaming?
Don't they feel their bodies cheat them?
Don't they feel the fickle form of flesh
Struggle, trying to leave them?
Crowded by death on all sides
Why do they expect the future?
Why do so few face age with desire
With wisdom and purpose, fewer?
You will never be young again
And you are closer to death than you've ever been
You will never feel the tightness make its home between your skin
The future never arrives
The present only stagnates
And the meat goes sour before it expires
It’s a human thing, to wait
So many unfinished lives
That dwindle while the body lingers
Drowned in the desert of muscle and sinew
Never finding the fingers
You will never be young again
And you are closer to death than you've ever been
You will never feel the tightness make its home between your skin
As above
So below
More behind
Less to go
My body a bitter seed
I hope the earth chokes
And sprouts a jagged lifeless tree
With a thousand spiders instead of leaves
Time makes failures of us all
From flesh
To bone
To rock
To dust
To nothing
“This tired Promethean drama of revolt, defiance and blasphemy goes on forever”
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9. |
Born Alien
02:40
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10. |
Nephila
05:05
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Insects are as complex
As feeding, sex and conquest
Are we really any different?
Just with guilt and larger assets
The process through which mortals strive
To stretch beyond their tiny lives
Is equal whether human need
Or the buzzing of so many flies
Nephila, alien perfection
Solve our aimless struggle with simple death
No ritual
No kindness
No guilt
No mess
Receive their genes
Remove their heads
To never face rejection
To never fear regret
To never have to navigate the ugly, cruel politics of sex
Propagate the species
Sacrifice your head
From the jaws of mercy
Comes a bloodless death
Nephila
Repulsion and attraction
So distant in abstraction
But in the simple spider mind
Separate by fractions
Embedded in an impulse that would overthrow our selfishness
Survival of the genes is the only true success
Is it instinct that makes us preserve our lives?
Where in the best case we'll grow old enough
To see our best friend die
Before we to fall into the never after
Why linger once you've heard the devil's laughter?
To never face rejection
To never fear regret
To never have to navigate the ugly, cruel politics of sex
Propagate the species
Sacrifice your head
From the jaws of mercy
Comes a bloodless death
Nephila
We used to think that love belonged in the stars
A perfect line to god that was distinctly ours
We were wrong
Beauty has a brutal price
It causes you to never abandon your life
It never seems enough out of reach
Glamour is the death of reason
Today or tomorrow
Sickness and decay will come to those you love
They never face rejection
They never fear regret
They just make little spiders to escape the tread of death
They propagate the species
They have no politics
You will wish for jaws of mercy
You will wish for bloodless death
Nephila
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