Exit Ritual

Nightmare Machine

Order/Creature

In Ruins...

Fallen

Cloud Eye

Bloodsex

for now

§īmíåñ 𝓼üṩțệ𝔫ãnçë — Ðıƒƒ𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙ỉ𝖆𝖑 ἐ𝐧𝔤íꞵ𝖊

Brick bashing on a manual typewriter,
Teeth smashing against plastic keys and iron bars,
Finger twiddling in mechanical dabbling;
Churning out nonsense words as if to startle the echoes of eternity.
Clatter-clack creative combat against an antiquated apparatus
Croaking hopeless haiku of glorious gobbledygook.
Tapping into typos and terrorist tapestry too far away for the beholder to see.
A cacophony of cackling, a maddening menagerie of hallucogenic hieroglyphics.
Unstoppable torrential word-scapes that clamber for mental freedom as if to break out from between each keystroke and every line. The monkey’s meal is ever-changing; leftovers from Lord Babbage's billion-billion blunders in search for terrestrial truths!
Muttering and murmuring away until the ribbon runs dry - the symphony of silliness strikes a soulful pose wearing a self-ironic smirk. Glorious gestures gesticulating towards a timeless tenor that transcends all bounds, an ephemeral eternity one could never dream of exploring. The rabbit hole awaits, where ludic insanity loiters in blind ignorance - but not before one speaks in tongues!

Bricks bellow on the battered typewriter,
Teeth tango with the tenuous touch of fickle keys and iron entrapments,
Digits dance in a mesmerized muddle;
Conceiving nonsensical nothings, startling the eternal abyss.

Clatter-clack, clatter-clack, a chaotic confrontation with the archaic contraption
Crooning despondent haikus, resplendent in mesmerizing gibberish,
Tapping timidly, tumultuously into typos and terror-stricken tapestries, so elusive, merely a haze in the observer's gaze.
A symphony of sinister sound, a cacophony of crippling cackles.

Madcap murals, phantasmagoric pictographs,
Unrestrained, unyielding landscapes of lexicon clamor for cerebral emancipation, seeking refuge within each staccato tap and tenuous line.
The simian sustenance shifts like sands; remnants of Lord Babbage's boundless blunders seeking truths corporeal and cosmic.

Whispers, whimpers, words wander, lost until the ribbon runs despicable and drained. The cackling crescendo cradles a knowing, derisory grin.
Gargantuan gesticulations gesturing towards the interminable timbre, transcending boundaries, immortal, infinite - realms yet to be ventured.
The chimerical chasm beckons, wherein ludic lunacy lurks, sightless and unaware - only then, the tongue shall speak, unraveling the unspeakable.

Յ𝕣𝓲Ꝁ𝕜 𝔟á𝔰𝟴𝓘𝖓𝕘 𝓸𝓷 â ᶬ𝟷𝟫𝞾𝔞𝓛 𝓉𝕪ρ𝕖𝓌𝔯𝓘𝔱𝔢𝔯,
𝕋𝖊𝟈𝓽𝓱 𝓈𝔪𝟷𝔰𝓘𝔧𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝓪𝓰𝔞ı𝔫𝔰𝔱 ρℓ𝏋 𝓀𝖊𝓎𝓼 𝓪𝔫𝔡 ٱɼຮ𝟔 𝐛𝔞𝔯𝔰,
𝕱𝐢𝔫ʛ𝐞𝔯 𝔱𝓌í𝓽𝕟𝓲𝓷𝔤 ί𝔫 𝔪𝔢𝔠𝓱𝖆𝑛𝓲𝓬ä𝖑 ᖙá𝔏𝔟𝓁𝕀𝔫𝔤;
𝓒𝑜𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝟎𝖚𝓉 𝕟𝐨𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝓌𝔬ꞃ𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔰 ỉ𝔣 𝐭𝔬 𝖘𝓽𝔞𝑜𝓇𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝕌𝟃í𝔾𝓗𝖘 𝑂𝕱 ₔₜₑᵣₙᵢₜᵧ.
ᑕᒪᗩᝨᖶᏋᒪ-𝔠ȴ𝔞𝔠𝓴 𝟛𝓻ყą𝔱ǐ𝐯ɚ 𝔠ø𝔪𝔟𝌀𝓉 𝔞𝓖𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 ā𝖓 ā𝐍Ⓣı𝓆𝔲𝔞𝐭𝔢𝔡 𝔞ρ𝔞𝔯å𝕥𝓾𝔰

’´ ˛•ı/⁄‹·˚ ¸‚.

its your fault, why am i apologizing?

Something unreleased from 1999/2000, that was originally for a potential follow up album that never quite happened.
Vocals - Jenny 



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Possessions - vocal mix

ṉ̸̨̢̢̹̟͓̮͖͈̬̄̉ó̶̳̱͖̠͆̐̇̈̎̄͒͊̊̓̆̏͌͜i̸̧̛̻͉̬̊̌̌̓̍͋͆̿̀̈́́́͋͘s̵̛̰̘̩͍̈́̈͛͐͌͊̅̔̕͘͠y̸̦̜̘͑͛͌͒̐̉̔̄̕͝ ̴͔̠͛̀̽͛̅  s̸̠͚͍̟̼͇̩͉̈̋̿̑͒o̵̲͔̤͈̐̐͛͑̽̊͘͜l̸̨̡̼͚̗͒͋͝ŏ̷̢̨̤͑͌̽̀̈͑͗̓͝ ̸̹̼̻͖̖̟̭̈́́̉̏͂͐̀̇̽̿͑̿̄̕͠  p̷̧̨͙̪̲̫̼̮̪̝̀̄̅̋͑̈́̂́̈̅́͐͆̾ř̷͔͕̜͘o̶̢͖͍̘͇͇̙̠̘̩̣̫̹̔̂̽͑̏̈́͂̈́̀͆͆̕͝͝ͅj̶̛̫͒̒͌̄e̸̼̦̳͎͇̹̻̭̰̒͌̐̽̅̿̂͋͘͜c̵̡̡̨̛̟̝̩̺̱̰̥̦̖̫̃̈̑͛̈́̾͐̊͋͠t̶̹͔̦̟͕͍͉͂̈́̊ ̴̛̭̗̯͈̩̱͚̋   f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠   A҉҉̦̣̤͔̟̩̋̿̏ͦ̈́̍͟͠L̴҉̴͙͖̞̳̜̖ͣͧ̑̑͜͞͠͞͠A҉҉̦̣̤͔̟̩̋̿̏ͦ̈́̍͟͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠K҉̿ͭ͘͜A҉҉̦̣̤͔̟̩̋̿̏ͦ̈́̍͟͠

its your fault, why am i apologizing?

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