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Watching
Waiting
Listening
To your voice.
Writing
Monitoring
Recording
Your every move.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
It's like trying to hide in a dirt field from an aeroplane.
They see every move you make.
you never see the one that gets you.
It's locked on you.
Incoming/It's coming
It's coming for you.
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End of Empire
00:52
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Never before have I felt so cheap.
Never has hell been so sacrosanct.
This map of the world
viewed from the center of the universe.
End of Empire end of false need.
End of imposition and hegemony.
End of Empire no longer under your sway.
End of Empire -watch it fade away.
I relish the end.
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Plagues
00:50
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You are plagues. Senses mutilated. Paved Capillaries. Lungs scream from noxious air.
Air so heavy
(it)
Air so heavy
(drags)
Air so heavy
(you)
Air so heavy
(down)
Air so heavy, that it drags you fucking down.
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Palisades
00:55
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You're captivated. Doesn't it strike you as strange...you perpetuate, the things you hate.
You want to dissolve the walls. I hate to remind you: the palisades are held in place by your willingness and smiling face.
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I get aroused by mushroom clouds stopping all heartbeats on this lifeless town. I get aroused....
I am the one who kissed the prophet's mouth.
I am the one that gave the virigin louse.
Have another drink with me and I'll drown.
Black the sun.
Waste the sea.
Hoard the gold.
Bleed the land.
I'm a bad man.
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Eulogy for Progress
01:16
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Pristine and idyllic: your imagined space, of all things white and safe, it crumbles beneath the weight.
The cutting edge of time will leave you its wake.
The twilight and decay of your America dream.
Their boring stilted movements that reek of decay.
The shallow notion their ignorance keeps them safe.
Insular and afraid -history turns the page.
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Discoviolence
01:33
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You're so sure.
You're so right.
You're so spent.
You're so trite.
You're ensnared, you're seduced by the worthless vision that's produced.
Your desires they accede, to vacuous wants, to empty needs.
Are there no true hearts that still beat?
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