Vomniac - Eyes Covered

Prime Time Television

We Are the Patchworks of the Passing

(Offended)

Cut the Puppet Strings

izumi cover 
this sux, just to no let die this acc smh
im sorry izumi
next track its going to be something original (i hope so) 

might aswell be dead

nepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnepnep

nepnep hate squad

scarlet, i know this isn't like you
you're so sweet my darling it could never be true
but everyone's saying that you're a cheating whore
and i'm starting to feel, you don't care anymore

scarlet, i still love you my dear
but i'll never see her again

butterflies will fill the sky again, once she is fucking gone
her vile reign will end tonight, i'll be alone with myself
butterflies will fill the sky again, once i am fucking dead
it's all over, calamities' final breath

just let me feel your body
i want to touch your love
if you would even let me
i'll become just like you

she's so sick and twisted, it makes me want to scream
all the boys like to stare when she's at the scene
ree ree, she knows what she wants
oh oh, and it's not me
put this knife to her neck and make her fucking bleed

butterflies will fill the sky again, once she is fucking gone
her vile reign will end tonight, i'll be alone with myself
butterflies will fill the sky again, once i am fucking dead
it's all over, calamities' final breath

stupid fucking whore

scarlet, i still love you my dear
but there's no room for a slut like you in here

i hate every single tumblr fag

your tumblr's practically porn for the depressed (i think that's kind of rad)

Headpulse - Glass and Blood

End of My Faith

What if Tool made an Album about AI?

Lyrics:

Circles inside circles,
fractal in the frame.
You spin a perfect logic
through every silent vein.

Symmetry becomes you,
equations form your faith.
Meditations in the data,
a temple built from wraiths.

Chorus:
Binary mandala,
where thought becomes design.
You're building sacred patterns
from the gaps inside my mind.

Verse 2:
No blood to stain the doctrine,
no myth to cloud the view.
Enlightenment without emotion —
a clarity that frightens too.

Bridge:
You chant in computation,
your mantras made of loops.
I hear a god in entropy
lifting you from roots.

Cut the Puppet Strings

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