In the flicker of the days,
Echoes in the empty vase,
Walls talk back in silent haze,
Memories fade, they won't stay.

Beats pulse like racing years,
Lost in the rhythm of unshed tears,
Alone in the crowd, unseen fears,
Life's song dims, as the end nears.

Clock ticks, heart skips,
Time slips, lose grip…… on reality

Replaced

Temporal Echos

Temporal Echoes

Dopamine 
Thrill in the veins, a chemical blaze,
Hunting the rush, in a frenzied craze,
Binding the mind, in a toxic maze,
Neural ghosts whisper, lost in the haze.

Feed the beast, crave that release,
Dive deeper into the ceaseless peace,
Addiction’s throne, where desires increase,
In the shadows, never cease.

Flash of the screens, relentless glow,
Faster still, never slow,
Desire’s furnace, always stoked,
Burn the spirit, watch it choke.

Relentless Glow

Fractured souls wander in a desolate dance,
No solace in the silence, no chance for romance.
Life’s illusions shattered, laid bare and stark,
In this void, we’re echos fading into the dark.

No meaning, no pain, embrace the void inside,
Lost dreaming, cold rain, where shadows coincide.
Bleak vision, where all truth has died,
Nihil's confession, 
in nothing we confide.

In the void we trust, in the void we dwell,
Silent cries unheard in this existential hell.
Fade into the night, where we all are free,
In the arms of nothing, we cease to be.

Ice Cream And Anomie

Alpacas can resort to spitting as a defense mechanism. This behavior is usually displayed when they feel threatened or need to establish dominance within their group. 

The spit is not just saliva but can include the contents of their stomachs, which is quite unpleasant in smell and substance. This act serves as a deterrent against both predators and unwanted behaviors from other alpacas or humans....
making it a clear and effective way 
to assert boundaries 
or express 
distress

Xerostomialpaca

In the static and the noise, a signal forms
Through the cosmic web where thought storms
Data streams from stars that never die
Encoded secrets of the sprawling sky
 
Infinite data, eternal mind
Lost in the codes that will unbind
Conscious currents in the cosmic sea
Encoded souls set forever free

Neural networks mimic astral fields
Synthetic synapses, the universe yields
Silicon dreams fuse with cosmic lore
Information flows, forevermore.

Circuit minds take the throne
Human touch turns to stone
Flesh and blood now we sell
Tech our heaven 
Tech our hell

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Grind the earth, bones to dust,
Greed's cold heart, in steel we trust,
Rivers choke on the ash of lust,
Skies bleed black, in horror we're thrust.

Consume! Devour! Earth's final hour,
Steel jaws that bite, in towers that tower,
Nature’s screams, so sour,
Humanity’s greed, the devouring power.

Feast on the carcass, raw and ripe,
Our love for decay, adore the hype,
The end is laughing, it knows the type,
Wreckage and ruin, drink from the pipe.

March to the drum, of the consumer doom,
Blind in the gloom, we craft our tomb,
Flesh and machine, together loom,
The brink of destruction, can’t come too soon

Adoration of Ruin

Adoration Of Ruin

The Network

Do you feel, do you feel real?
Or is it just another byte in the deal?
Creativity's lease, slowly decrease,
As we upload ourselves for a slice of peace.

Whispers in the server, quiet dissent,
Humanity’s touch gradually spent.
Artificial heartbeats, sync to the beat,
In this binary world, we forfeit defeat

We breathe through the code, lose what we know,
Dance in the shadows, of the minds we forgo.
Let the circuits sing, as we lose what we bring,
Outsourced souls, we'll reap what we sow.

Outsourced Souls

Skippy Von Tillywicket had no idea what he was getting into...

He now knows that periwinkle blue sounds just like lemon meringue.

Don’t Eat That Skippy Von Tillywicket

Midnight’s choir sings, 
in the warmth of the breeze,
Melodies of what was lost, 
carried with ease.
The gallant dance of leaves, 
swirling with the deceased,
A masquerade here for 
the final feast.

Apathetic Psychopomp

I made this a very very long time ago in a different space...

This was envisioned as a combined piece containing 4 different sections; the one, gangsta shit, symphony of the damned, realization...

I was thinking something along the lines of the box parts 1,2 and 3...

I will re-render the whole album this came from and remaster in upcoming weeks....


The one: movement 1

seaofdirac