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Imperial Circus Dead Decadence -  Shinbatsu o Tadori Kyoukotsu ni Itaru (speed ver.)

Ne Obliviscaris - Libera (pt. I & II)

Avenged Sevenfold - Save Me NC (1.5x Speed & Pitch)

Anarchy

Tokyo in Flames -The Redux

Tokyo in Flames - The Redux

[Lyrics]

“Equal” on the barn door, bold and neat,
till midnight edits sand the creed to sleet.
A haloed hand ladles rage for feed—
3S slop: Screen / Sport / Sex—consume, concede.
Squealer tunes the numbers: “We’re doing fine.”
Meanwhile the queue grows longer down the line.


You crown-polishing bastards, choke on your creed;
your unity’s a muzzle and a sedative feed.
Panem et circenses, pixel-bright lies—
you call it bread while shoving hush-pies.
Gaslight gospel, same old trick—
Squealer’s sugar on the stats you pick.
Counterfeit consent, you priests of spin—
Democracy’s corpse with a blush drawn in.



Ballots like incense, queued confessions;
absolution stamped by empty sessions.
The charter stands, its bones displayed—
the flesh was bartered, the nerves mislaid.
Median hymns for a managed crowd;
quiet desperation, broadcast loud.


You crown-polishing bastards, choke on your creed;
your unity’s a muzzle and a sedative feed.
Bread-and-circus, pixel-slick lies—
call it a feast while the pantry dies.
Spin it, Squealer—make the figures sing;
it’s bullshit math with a wedding ring.
Counterfeit consent, you priests of spin—
Mascara on a rot within.



Man craves the trough as much as the throne;
we perfume the sty and call it our own.
Power’s pheromone—on every cheek;
we praise the leash, then brand the weak.


Sink your teeth in the lie, not flesh or skin;
spit contempt at the crown, not the citizens.
Kill the feed, not people; starve the show;
break the Screen / Sport / Sex payroll.
Unmask the trick, unrig the speak—
make meaning costly, courage chic.


You crown-polishing bastards, choke on your creed;
your unity’s a muzzle and a sedative feed.
Panem et circenses, pixel-bright lies—
we’re done being props in your alibis.
Spin till you’re dizzy, sell the sham sleek—
we’ll salt your trough, you power-sick.



But hush—the paint dries; a clever new keeper
switches the labels, burrows in deeper.
“Equal,” again, till whispers amend—
the sign gets repainted, the cycle won’t end.

Other

Domestic Animals

Title: Goodbye
Circle: BLANKFIELD
Arrange: warinside
Album: Untaled (demo)
Release: C91
Original: Bergentrückung/ASGORE
Original Composer: Toby Fox

Untaled (demo)

BLANKFIELD - Goodbye

You Can't Explain Anything Without The Word 'Destruction' / Destruction, son arreglos musicales basados en: 信仰は儚き人間の為に, perteneciente al juego: 東方風神録 ～ Mountain of Faith.

Foreground Eclipse — You Can't Explain Anything Without The Word 'Destruction' / Destruction.

Title: Embraced by the Flame
Arrange: パインツリー (Pinetree)
Vocals: みぃ (Mie)
Lyrics: sawacy
Album: 瞬殺 (Shunsatsu)
Release: Reitaisai 12
Original: 廃獄ララバイ (Lullaby of Deserted Hell)

Foreground Eclipse - Destruction

Toru Deluhist

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