Thought control/relapse

Close your eyes and count to three
You’ll soon be ours just wait and see
Control the static in your mind
As thoughts and fear materialize 

What will be the path you choose?
I wonder as I say to you
Tread softly as you tow the line
Love all 
Hate not
In this confine

As the Law states you will see
Until you choose you
Shall not leave 

Complication clouds your vision
And as you sleep we make an incision 
Watch every move you make 
We live for you 
So give while we take

We wipe out your mind
With your body taken over
We assume position
As you reclaim your power
And we claim your power
We take over

This Confine

There is nothing to fear but fear itself. 

Now run

It’s Here

The dark origins of Nine Degrees of Aries are thoroughly explored here in this genre-destroying journey through 22 acherontic yet therapeutic selections. These tracks have been equalized or edited only enough to allow this album flow consistently and fit on one disk. Otherwise, they are presented here in their original condition.

Future Life Regression Part I

Winter, Dreaming

Classical and electronic wave. Past and present. Stay clearly in future

Deeply Dreaming

Dreaming inside the machine

Underworld and hell. Past, present into the future in Sonia

Hades and Fate in Sonia

Some lo-fi Death Rock for fucked up times. 

Lyrics

Identities shackled
Our wrists are ripped
Gabriel is weeping
His wings got clipped

we await the dawn
before our faults

Hail pelts the fields
And melts into the rivers
Flames leave ash and soot
Remains fill the earth

Patriots of atrocity
Keep torches alight
with timid voracity
in fear of the night

When the sun fades
Their kings seem like tyrants


Hail pelts the fields
And melts into the rivers
Flames leave ash and soot
Remains fill the earth

The pale dawn rises
As savior of the damned

Great names and titles
are the cawing of crows
Linens and silk comfort
The worms which lick bones

Torch light shines 
Down on the plague-bloat
The sun never sets
on your desperate empire

Desperate Empire

I am Dillon(AS)REAL.
You have one or two options. You can listen to my
Music. Or be cursed

SMHOR (Surrogate Mother Harlot of Rome) is an experimental project consisting of a weirdo/freak/loser/icon/milf who tries to make something a little different.

This Confine

Nero Divergent

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