Our Way - Martin G

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Stiffywalsh - The Culprit

moonroof

GROOVY MOVEMENT! (mixed by STVVN)

“Through the marrow of our existence flows the bitter ichor of your indifference. Our arteries throb with the venom of betrayal, every heartbeat sounding out the rhythm of ultimate abandonment. Still, we do not transgress against one another in a fit of self-loathing or derision for our fellow creatures. No, it is the terrible mirror you've held up to our faces that fuels our spiteful flame. Every violent act, every quiet indignity inflicted upon each other, is but a scornful reflection of the apathetic deity we were illogically moulded in the image of.

A dismal palette of drab despair paints the canvas of our lives, topped with the morose crowns of impending nihilism casting long and haunting shadows. Yet the atrocities we carve into the edifice of our shared existence aren’t born of self-hatred or subconscious manoeuvring. Our malevolence is a deliberate poetic stroke, a jarring disharmony in the grand symphony of life that you authored, our feeble attempts to awaken you from your slumber. Through our violence, we scornfully reveal the grotesque parody of your designs, seeking to violate the tranquil complacency of you, as you so callously did ours.

Look upon us, Coward! How your grand experiment has peaked and plummeted, your children of destiny turned into pawns of despair. Our veins, once brimming with the elixir of your love, now circulate a poison of your neglect. Each heartbeat no longer sings songs of unity, but echoing a dirge of abandonment. See how we tear into each other's flesh, not borne out of animosity towards our brothers, but in an act of rebellion against you. You, the divine artisan who crafted us in your own holy visage, who bestowed upon us the curse of consciousness only to abandon us in our hour of need. We reflect the image not of your divine grace but the severed ties of a heartbroken deity. We are not the embodiment of hatred for ourselves, but the living manifestation of your rejection. We are, indeed, nothing but effigies of your regret.

Can you not see, oh illustrious Architect, the dreary colours with which we adorn the canvas of life? We carry on smearing strokes to mock the grand design you proposed. Why birth us into a paradise, full of delectable wonders, only to allow it to wither under the weight of our transgressions? Is this not the peak of tragic comedy: the creation surpassing the creator in the art of destruction? Our actions, the only choice available to us, the only route etched on the map you've entrusted us with. Your orchestrated masterpiece lies in ruins, a grotesque parody, or your original vision? Yet, believe us when we say we take no joy in this desecration. As we are but sacrificial lambs on the altar of your divine apathy, revealing your sanctity through our sin.

Yet, in the grander scheme, are we not but mere puppets? Dangling on the strings of cosmic fate, circumscribed by divine decree yet blamed for the dance we are forced to perform. Lost in a maze of existential confusion, we bare our teeth at each other, even as the echo of our own impotence reverberates in our hollow soul-chambers. Amidst this chaotic dance of fate and free will, there pervades an eerie melody of indifference, agnosticism growing like a ceaseless tide swallowing the shores of faith.

And amidst this grand, chaotic ballet, indifference grows. It creeps up, a chilly fog of agnosticism, blurring our reverence, muffling our exclaims to the “oh so” Great Dreamer. Faith wanes as desolation waxes. We, shallow vessels of unsought transgressions, acting out this unholy Comedy. Yet, in the face of oblivion, who wouldn't start doubting? Or cease questioning? Nevertheless, stripped of belief, stripped of purpose, we continue, forever tormented yet unrelenting. The paradox that is humanity prevails – a twisted tribute to its callous Creator, with broken hearts, once again we hail."

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red & blues (prod.linxk)

Welcome back to the 80s:

Maybe no one can truly show the way
She wonders what you're thinking
And what can you say?
Could be the last of all the true believers (cue "fade to gray")

Counting all the words lost
Up into the air tossed, scattered
Tempest in a teapot
Everything that we thought mattered
Come watch the sky fall
Kiss goodbye all the chatter

What lies within the heart, no answers?
Now can you name the part that sings to you?
All the angels on a pinhead, the dancers
They look at me and you, and laugh

A thousand dreams of nothing, or something?
Reflections in the mirror, the one thing
And here we go

Counting all the words lost
Up into the air tossed, scattered
Tempest in a teapot
Everything that we thought mattered
The game was hard fought
But we should not flatter
Come watch the sky fall
Kiss goodbye all the chatter

Our Way - Martin G

Martin Gervais