1. |
Decadence
07:35
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This isn't
A song that
Will make you
Less anxious
It's so hard
To exist
When you feel
Next to useless
Our promised future so bright:
A dying Earth; a shattered Self
It's too bright to see
It's too fast to feel
Delirious; absent
It might be a vision
All abstract, spectral
The futility seeps through
Give in
Made obvious before
I can open my mouth
My mind consumed by light
The incandescence
Endless decay
This end might not be
Mine but
I cannot
Be said to be living
Moving images
Haunt me
Moving images
Make me
We can negate what we're told we are
Freedom must leap through the pit of nihilism
It's too bright to see, it's too bright to see
What is life for
But to burn up?
Life
What is life for
But to burn up?
You and I have no equivalence
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2. |
Death II: America
02:07
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Death to America
We will empty every prison
And cancel every debt
"Nice shit for everybody"
Is not a dream, but a threat
Death to America
The global empire
The death of our possibilities
The end of history
Or the beginning
The old guard is dead
The productivity gods are next
The world speaks to us
Let it drown out your misery
Death to America
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3. |
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The doctors fucking lied
No binary will take me alive
Life itself
So much more
Than a split-separation
Architecture, inscription, our bodies and the paths in front of us
I am not your frozen ideal, and neither are you
I am not these paints and fabrics, but they suit me well
I am myself, unique; I don't need the armor you need
No binary will take me alive
And still you lie
Call me "sir" one more fucking time
Bash back, bash back
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Today we have reached the tragic celebration of a great social dusk
The twilight is red
The sunset is bloody
Anxiety flaps its throbbing wings in the wind
Wings red with blood; wings black with death
In the shadow Sorrow organized the army of her unknown children
Beauty is in the garden of LIfe, and is weaving garlands of flowers to crown the brows of the heroes
The free spirits have already hurled their thunderbolts across the twilight
As first announcements of fire, first signals of war
Our epoch is under the wheels of history
Democratic civilization turns toward the grave
We have lit the torches of thought
And we have smashed
And we have unhinged
The fatal announcement
Of a great social storm
The dead, our dead, speak:
"We have died with stars in our eyes.
We have died with rays of the sun in our pupils
We have died with hearts swollen with dreams
We have died with the song of the most beautiful hope in our mind
We have died with the fire of an idea in our brain
We have died..."
Oh dead, oh dead
Oh our dead
Oh luminous torches
Oh burning beacons
Oh crackling pyres
Oh dead...
Here it is, we are at twilight
Oh dead; our dead
We have lit the torches of thought
And we have smashed
And we have unhinged
The fatal announcement
Of a great social storm
We will expropriate
Laughing
Liberated "I"
Society will fall
Forward, forward, oh joyful destroyers
And we write our truths with laughter
Forward, forward, oh joyful destroyers
It is time
And we write our passions in blood
Forward, forward, oh joyful destroyers
It is time
And we laugh
Forward, forward, oh joyful destroyers
It is time
The abyss awaits us
We leap into it
In the end
Toward the creative nothing
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5. |
Totality
06:25
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Never able to write about my Grandma's death
My processes inhibit everything
Can't call my best friend back
It's just yelling, inside my head
Favorite flavor of consolation
Any way I can make my escape
So special
So separate
So alone
So alone
I'm sick of us all
Talking past each other
Kept in the dark
I feel it seething
Static, tearing apart
The boundaries of my self enclose me, entrap me;
Please, strip me of purpose
I long for our singularity
Fully lose the moments,
So that they can find
Immortality
Bereft of the past
They cancelled the future
I mss me; I miss you
Maybe our lives
Are the death of this world?
I miss me; I miss you
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