The Great Equalizer (432Hz)

****Psychogenic Fugue*****************

I can't stop it, it keeps on coming
felonious flooding of a decadent dream
I'm sleeping but I'm still screaming
malevolent devils tearing into the seams
I keep staring, never daring
to look upon him, the face in the screen
I'm screaming in silence feeding
spikes are shooting from the ceiling

locked in a cage deepest dungeon in me
stand on the stage the blood is dripping

you are the Lord of Insanity
insanity and evil
you are my god
of insanity and evil

tried too late to stop the change
no going back onto the path from which I've strayed
looking back now
it always seemed so easy

tried too late to wash the stains
of pain from the silver sheets of my disdain
bleeding under
running through the fabrics

walking on thin air
descending into heaven
hell seems so fair
when you're looking down

you are the Lord of Insanity
insanity and evil
you are my god
of insanity and evil

tried to stop the supplicating
engrossing, ever instigating
capitulating manipulating
war of personality

defined divine
disintegrating
defied reply intimidating
discreetly meet
the meticulous maker
speaker preacher giver taker

learning from insanity  
crown of creativity   
In a place where I can't hide 
felt so good I thought I'd died

lied to you of my dissent  
crazy saint of sycophants  
prisoner Humanity  
death-like in tranquility

what if I told you how
you could make it go away 
lift a prayer a leap of faith
give your fucking soul to me


Psyoptic - Psychogenic Fugue

*****Human Ant Hill*********

this is the way the ant moves
this is the way humanity grooves
the ant he works to feed the queen
but the human beast feeds a machine

this is the way the ant moves
this is the way humanity grooves
the ant he works for togetherness
but the human works for self-interest

cash money is not interchangeable… for soul
your currency is inadaptable… incompatible with ours

this is the train the ant rides
burned beneath the solar tides
even sun waves magnified
can make these tiny creatures die

two heads trump a single one
now times that by three billion
this is a choice, the chance to relieve
the guardians of those who sleep
it’s humbling to learn something
from creatures crushed beneath our feet
considering the greater scheme
we’re not so big, we’re all the same

and we live to serve 
the swarm 
we live to conform
to the will of the swarm
so we live to serve 
the swarm 

cash money is not interchangeable… for soul
your currency is inadaptable… incompatible with ours
can we really as individuals weather the approaching  storm
can we come together to create ourselves a better norm

can we not see the commonalities
will we not see the human ant hill peak?



Psyoptic - Human Ant Hill

Lyrics: Nix Nihil
Beat-voices: Nix Nihil

*****************Mirage*************

Ran out of water at the last town
Stagger to the next on weary feet
Stumble with the rhythms of the burning wind
Wiry nerves and tired skin

I long for beauty
Purged for days
Hallucinating,
Through labyrinthine sandstorms
Isn’t it pretty?
With the glittering flechettes
Beneath a murderous sun
A pitiless sun

Behold, the beauty!
See the sheen
of the luxurious blossoming
impervious imperium
this splendid city.
Isn’t it pretty?
With its glittering arcades
And its superior lifeways
So free of strife waves
A society that’s strong.

Ran out of water at the last town
Stagger to the next on weary feet
Encountering these visions of a paradise 
Minding my deceiving eyes

Dispel the beauty!
See the sheen
of the luxurious coverings
of injurious coveting
in this splendid city.
Isn’t it pretty?
With its glittering facades
on the shoddy creations
of a flawed system
a society going wrong.

Deny false beauty!
Penetrate the sheen
With the interrogating beams
piercing the city. 
Isn’t it pretty?
With its glittering facades
Caking on concealers
masks a flawed system
a failing mission
a society gone wrong.

Ran out of water at the last town
Stagger to the next on weary feet
Stumble with the rhythms of the burning wind
Wiry nerves and tired skin


Nix Nihil - Mirage

Music by Lex Plexus
Words and Voices by Nix Nihil

*****Sleep, Cerberus*****

Loathing, lone-wolfing
beneath the veneer
still sneering
so standing
aware, we dream
of sleep
Danger remaining
Stopping the barking
Choking and gobbling
Guarding the threshold
Shepherding Three-headed dog
We are Cerberus

Grooming
The evidence, it disappears
The secret 
The sequence (digesting enzymes)
We’re omnivorous 
The bones for gnawing
Feasting and feeding, beckoning, calling
Licking and teething, panting and howling
…. Aah aahh ahhh ahhhhhhh…Awooooooooooo  

Closing
Worthless Circuits 
Lay down with the serpent

In the dungeon
deep in the halls of Hades
We are the dog “becoming-human”
In pure entropy we will dissolve
In essence
never evolve
forever alone

In the dungeon
deep in the halls of Hades
We are the prisoners “becoming-dog”
In pure entropy we will dissolve
In silence
never evolve
together alone
In the dungeon
In the cellar
We’re sleeping
Just let us be
And leave the dog lie

Gaining, closing distance
The smell of your fear, it doesn’t wash off
And turn the lights off
We are the gatekeeper 
we are the earth-shaker
we are the hell-raiser
we are so weary
so just keep it down

Won’t you humor me
with one moment’s peace?

In the dungeon
Stuck in the halls of Hades
We are the dog “becoming-human”
In pure entropy we will dissolve
our essence
 never evolve
forever alone

In the desert
In the crypt
In the halls of
the labyrinth 

We are the prisoners “becoming-dog”
encountering entropy we will dissolve
Insomniac victim of negated Nyx
Forever alone we drink from the Styx 

In the dungeon
In the cellar
We’re sleeping
snoring
In the desert
In the crypt
We sleep in
silence
In the desert
In the crypt
We sleep in
silence



Lex Plexus And Nix Nihil - Sleepcaster EP - Sleep Cerberus (Nix Vox Remix)

Path of the Lightning Caster

Written by Lex Plexus and Nix Nihil
Programming by Lex Plexus
Words and voices by Nix Nihil

Introduction:
Raising the staff up to the cowering sun, the caster blocks what light remains as the last patch of open sky is swallowed up by heavy grey clouds. Rippling disruptions emerge at the vectors of the impending lightning chain manifestation. The caster leaps forward, self-righting into perfect balance, jabbing the staff forward into the horizon, rending the sky with a pillar of jagged light. The heavens groan and crack; the world momentarily flickers as the inevitable thunder chases its luminous counterpart across the sky.

Lyrics:

Crash, split, return
Flash, strike, illuminate

I am the invoker of the ion air
I am the provoker of celestial flairs
I am the beholder of the storm’s eye
I am the consoler of the crying sky
Humanity calls me a shadow-sweeper
A wind-walker, a promise-keeper—
A grinning reaper, a master blaster, 
As they behold the lightning caster!

Crash, split, return
Flash, strike, illuminate

The mounting excitement vibrates
unceasing movements of time and space
The shifting through the phases
Disintegrating, reintegrating
Reveling in the rearranging
A zillion different configurations
all at the same time forever and never
always and already, and ever after

An imperative was issued across the aeons
Resonating with the concentrated vibrations
Executed through a living conduit
Blasting to infinity light years in the distance
An ancient star acknowledges
Explodes in recognition of this covenant
The caster now concludes the chant
A wordless murmuring of assent

Crash, split, return
Flash, strike, illuminate
Crash, split, return
Light the path of the lightning-caster

The caster casts the runic staff, 
spinning it overhead in a flash 
bathing in an electric wind
scraping a sphere of ectoplasm 

a steady beat emerges
driving like the engine of a
grand locomotive
immutable rhythm of the universe
rending the sky with a pillar of light
Humanity calls me a shadow-sweeper
A wind-walker, a promise-keeper
A grinning reaper, a master blaster, 
As they behold the lightning caster!

Closing:
The caster, standing stone-still with bent knees, raised head, and extended arms, bows while the pouring rain and the jubilant voices ring true. The caster drinks in these surroundings, beholding everything while all visions crackle back into fractals, all air surges back into lungs, and all jarred consciousness rediscovers physical form as intense sensory stimuli saturates all receptors. Panting with satisfaction, the caster observes a moment of gratitude before rejoining the tribe with a smile, returning to the mundane.

Lex Plexus And Nix Nihil - Sleepcaster EP - Path Of The Lightning Caster

Written and performed by Nix Nihil
Recorded and engineered by Adam Whitaker-Wilson

An irreverent meditation on the relationship between player and character. But, whose desire is fulfilled?

"Saved Game Character"

“Acknowledged, affirmative! 
Move me here; move me there.
Direct me, Commander!
What now?”

MISSION BRIEFING:

“I wait where last you left me, Lord, 
friend observer boss whatever


Yes, much has happened to me here:
many orders issued and received;
Many paradigms to be preserved—
Protocols followed strictly. 

I’ve got the best gear I’ve ever got
right now—to get the job done.
To end the Quest:
Ultimate power, was it?
Enlightenment?
Mere survival?
Entertainment?
Romance or revenge?
Or, some other attainment?

How many adversaries overcome?
How many lost, oh, watching one?

Must I go to fight the Final Fight again?
Need I still save the world, sacred and profane?
What if I would rather stay at home with kin
than march in your parade of world dominion?”

…

With anxious finger trembles the unfolding,
desiccated map of Utopia… 
But firmer is the hand that guides it.
It!

It will be found;
Yes, 
It will be found!


—Nix Nihil

Nix Nihil - Saved Game Character (Spoken Word)

"Sentient Detritus"
By Toecutter

Composed by:
The Bloodlust Abominator of Ritual War Incantations
Nixnihilator 

Engineered by:
Rob Mang

Recorded by:
Rob Mang
Adam Whitaker-Wilson
Kerry Beauchesne

Performed by:
The Bloodlust Abominator of Ritual War Incantations: Drums, guitars, grunts
Nixnihilator: Shrieking, howling, and hollering
Fiendrew: Guitar leads
Bassianus the Sackless: Bass guitar, growls


Whirling and twirling, expanding vortex, 
a new continent dwarfing Texas—expect us!
We swell and we swirl, an oceanic nexus
of spastic plastic, and swishing syringes.
Give us your garbage, your bags and your bottles,
your flotsam and jetsam, your rubbish, your rejects!

Nucleus eye looking outward extending axons, more, more, more…
Nucleus eye looking inward, offering dendrites, more, more, more, more…

Old cells, far removed, break from us while forming us;
reach out, push out, pull in, landlocked cousins
connecting and scrambling and fusing, and being, becoming,
evolving and growing to flow across
borders and shores; we come to make war
we come to distort, we come to destroy!

We come to destroy!

Raking and taking, expanding vortex, 
witness an emerging sentience.
Our plastic will choke you with your own vengeance
we’ll bury you in our synthetic garden!

Nucleus eye looking outward extending axons, more, more, more…
Nucleus eye looking inward, offering dendrites, more, more, more, more…
More! More! More!


Toecutter

Toecutter - Sentient Detritus

********Whistful*********

Beat: DunNgeon Keeper 
Words and Voices: Nix Nihil

Unfulfillable
appetite insatiable—unwinnable
heads looming, all-consuming
communal blooming overruling
mouths are drooling

industry is everything
to this fire-breathing
concrete-hydra-cancer-specter
cold and calculating

maximal interest taken
no respects are paid
but only claimed and all remaining flowers lain
on your grave

Feeling wistful in this exile 
Siren-singing dinner whistle

industry is everything
to this fire-breathing
concrete-hydra-cancer-specter
cold and calculating

industry is culinary
eating you is entertaining
entertain us in the streets
we pave you with our arteries
of blackened blood
in bluish veins
you’ll learn to love
our brutal ways
inhaling all your rainbow dreams
of promises we’ll never keep

industry is everything
to this fire-breathing
concrete-hydra-cancer-specter
cold and calculating

industry is butchery
bleeding you and profiteering
profit is our sacred meat
we melt your bones for energy
your crimson blood
is drained away
you’ll learn to love
our cityscape
we pave you with our arteries
of blackened blood
and dismal dreams

DunNgeon Keeper ft. Nix Nihil - Whistful

Chandon Autumn of The Dream Zine spoke to Nix Nihil after his performance at Astral Harvest.  

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Astral Harvest - Nix Nihil Interview

So many phone calls, so many texts, so little communication.

*************************Telethon***************
we swing and sway to the
semi-automated audio, so get with it
programmable eunuchs
sedated and clueless
the parasites ring and the host submits

Get in the animal
Get it mechanical
Getting tyrannical
Technological obstacle
Liminal digital shills
Get in the animal
Get it mechanical
Getting tyrannical
Technological obstacle
Hallowed windowsill

This is the slippery slope, the decline of the soul and the fingers that quiver are subject to neglect
No more real interaction, electronic distraction
The pedantic peasants of ignorant deception think not forward but nobody really does anymore 
This is the chosen choice of our own human evolution
This social pollution, this corrupting infusion

Somnambulance is emulated
Unconscious action propagated
Somnambulance is emulated
Empathy is antiquated

This is another  pitiful auxiliary desire 

This is deranged impunity
Just give me some quiet, please!

One goes down while one comes up
One rings through while one hangs up
One goes down while one comes up
One rings through while one hangs up
Whispering furies are telegraphed worries
Get it together
Get in the groove
Whispering furies are telegraphed worries
Get it together
Get in the groove

Bedlam edging wild decrees
Fiber optic wires shrill shrieks
Unconscious children never sleep
clear the air of frequencies
One goes down while one comes up
One rings through while one hangs up
Clear the air of static flares
Clearing heads then sharpen stares 
Whispering furies are telegraphed worries
One goes down while one comes up
One rings through while one hangs up
Whimpering worriers, elephant stories

Whispering furies are telegraphed worries
Get it
Get it together
Whispering furies are telegraphed worries
Get it
Get in the groove
Get in the animal
Get it mechanical
Getting tyrannical
Technological obstacle
Crowded litter field

Get in the animal
Get it mechanical
Getting tyrannical
Technological obstacle
Hollow digital pills
Get in the animal
Get it mechanical
Getting tyrannical
Technological obstacle
Liminal digital shills
Get in the animal
Get it mechanical
Getting tyrannical
Technological obstacle
Hallowed windowsill
Get in the animal
Get it mechanical
Getting tyrannical
Technological obstacle
Liminal digital shills


Siadic with Nix Nihil - Telethon

Greetings. This is the sonic portal to the musical realm of Nix Nihil. These tracks represent a multiplicity of selves, existing where they were and when they were. Let them speak to those who will hear. 

Nix Nihil is a musical emissary... some would say mercenary! I enjoy working with many artists of all stripes, and will gladly lend my voice to those willing to share beats and mix vocal tracks! ;)

Stay tuned for new tracks in the near future...enjoy the latest, "Sleep Cerberus" and "Path of the Lightning Caster" with Lex Plexus! If you enjoy these tracks, please consider purchasing the "Sleepcaster" EP at our bandcamp (link below) or at SeanLuciw.com


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