We are cleft by steps
Not by walls!

Anti-human. The biomachine pumps your blood for you, pulling your eyes and the corners of your mouth into a tortured rictus. A ventriloquist act with your ductile soul, honed into a single thread.

Cradle and grave
On the altar of Mammon
Ritual class sacrifice

A third of a life
Refined and collected
Optimizing a demise

A civilization
On a circle of blood
Our gods will always provide!

I eagerly clamour
To make myself heard
Selling my soul
For a fair market price!

Moloch

A Fair Market Price

Aimless roar at
Authority
A shrill beacon of justice
Culls the weak
Drunk on abuse
Turned to your lesser
A brother's blood
Flows better

I'd like to watch
Your skin slough
So I can see
Your diseased soul
A hog to a truffle
Tearing through viscera
Sniffing for poison to
Quench my wrath

My gullet is parched
I raise a howl to Moloch:
"O Lord
Feed me
More
Shit"

Aimless Roar

I wrote a song 
About getting better 
It's a feeling 
I can't remember 

Counting worms

Syntax Error

Counting Worms

[Chop7times] 
Do what it takes, Imma push it to the top 
Gonna take the crown and I can't be stopped 
You can try and take it, you're better off dead 
Got you in my sights and I'm coming for your head 
Ain't gonna ask, I just take what I need 
Can't fucking judge me in a world full of greed 
No time to think, it's do or die 
Do what I can just to make it out alive 

[Burst Synapse] 
No room for doubt 
It just plays with your head 
Make it to the top 
No matter what they said 
It's my fucking choice 
It's me or you 
You can fucking try 
But you're gonna lose 

You can fucking try 
But you're gonna lose 

No room for doubt 
It just plays with your head 
Make it to the top 
No matter what they said 
It's my fucking choice 
It's me or you 
You can fucking try 
But you're gonna lose 

Do what it takes 
Never asking why 
Just pushing through 
Trying to stay alive 
A lotta talk 
Coming out your mouth 
Gonna take this crown? 
I'd like to see you try 
It's been done before 
And they ain't stand no chance 
From the looks of you 
It's the same old dance 
Just another punk 
'Bout to push his luck 
Just another clown 
'Bout to hit the ground 

You're gonna lose!

Feds Watchin' (feat. Chop7times)

[Burst Synapse] 
Oratorio in grey scrolls patiently from the top 
A strip of iron peeled out of a thread 
Discrete assimilation fouls me like the House of Usher 
A pet in your goldfish bowl but for you I only float dead 

[Leda Paige] 
Feel visible matter 
Feel invisible matter 
There is death in everything 
We are connected without reason at all 

You have your way with me like a lover 
But I spite you because I just want the end of the world 

[Burst Synapse] 
Oratorio in grey scrolls patiently until it stops

Oratorio in Grey (feat. Leda Paige)

Stars fill the sky with painful brilliance
Overwhelming ultraviolet lights the flesh

Penetrative flickering
All matter clear as glass
In a moment pulled apart
Sentience erased

In a moment they're pulled apart
In a moment they're pulled apart
In a moment they're pulled apart
In a moment they're pulled apart

Justice comes from above
Cleansing light from the empire of the sky

"Innocent lives are simply the latest
Unfortunate casualties added to…

Our greatness!"

Empire of the sky

Empire of the Sky

[Vanillas]
Towering weight of
Reveries
In my head
I’m called again
Back to the glowing red

[Burst Synapse]
Labyrinthine streets
Filled with heavy air
Glowering signage
Scream capital prayers

Crumbling megascapes
A habitat failed
Perpetually lit
Brutal and pale

Comfortable
Agoraphobia
The concrete embrace
Encroaches my dreams

[Vanillas]
Towering weight of
Reveries
In my head
I’m called again
Back to the glowing red

[Burst Synapse]
The urban romance
Cycles ever lower
In unstable homes
Awaiting bulldozers

Economic violence
Pushes to the margins
Bridges as roofs
And rebar gardens

[Vanillas]
Towering weight of
Reveries
In my head
I’m called again
Back to the glowing red

Breathing Neon

Praying for an acid rain
Caustic release from my frame
A balm for my dry eyes
Dissolving

Steel wings black out the sky
Munitions puncture my mind
White holes in my nous
World warping
Miasma

Depleted shells burrow down through my skull
I'm fracturing
I'm fracturing
I'm fracturing

A plague of fluttering aircraft
Coalesce into
A metallic halo

Am
I
Even
Alive?

Munition Mind

Drowning in a brutish
Ichor of dense smoke
(Rising up to the eyes)

Osmotic absorption
Tears away all joy
(Coiling like frankincense)

Heart collapses as it drains
Itself of blood
(All will evaporates)

False bargaining for a balm
On a dead mind
(A searing caress)

The body fails
Like a pillar of sand
Dry in the sun

Crumbling structures

The mind contorts
Like a tower of salt
Dissolving in the sea

Brutal hope reaping
A harvest of loss
From salted earth

There are no paths
Left from this place
Abandoned by
Reality
Finally broken
Given to their truth
The patron saint
Of dead ends

なぜ忘れようとするんですか？
それとも嘘ついているんですか？

Anywhere but here is Heaven

Brutal Hope

Smouldering monoliths
Mockeries of shelter
Grey souls scrabble the cement dunes
Sadistic sun strips the flesh
Down
To its barest circuitry
The fires of commerce
Lick away what’s left of me

Blood sputters as it hits the concrete
Boiling out my head
And I’ve got blisters on my feet
There’s no shelter from this fucking heat

Cement Dunes

Wounds
Scarring
Never
Healed

Congenital failures
The system crawls to its tomb

Rebirth agitation
Empty revolution

Languish in
Comfortable
Suffering
Aggrievement
Calluses
Flaccid blades
The disease
Of power:
Terminal

Slavish devotion to
An infantile myth
Rejecting reality
Worshipping death 

Palingenetic ultraviolence

Soul scorched by the
Black sun they keep
In their hearts

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