“Clock in. Dissociate. Clock out. Repeat.”

Modern Corpse is not just a typical track — it’s a diagnosis.
A document of late-stage burnout at the hands
of a collapsing system in the present world.
Fused into an industrial body-beat designed to numb you into movement.

Drawing blood from the same rusted veins as Skinny Puppy,
Manufacture, and early Front Line Assembly.
This track bleeds static and shouts through the machine.
You’ll hear echoes of Portion Control, HIDE, Youth Code,
and even modern acts like Boy Harsher, Qual and Orange Sector -
but filtered through a mind that’s already halfway to shutdown.

There are no metaphors here.
Just steel, concrete, and panic.
The lyrics are weaponized: “Tale of capitalism, You use one to get one" isn’t poetry
- it’s policy.
Vocals don’t scream for attention — they grind,
distant and burnt, buried under collapsing percussion and mechanical breath.
A snare like a pressure valve. A bassline like factory fumes.
The distorted guitar growling in the distance yet non-distant.
The midsection breaks down into minimalist synth and metallic banging
- a descent into gray apathy.
No comfort. Just repetition.

Written from the inside of the loop.
Recorded from the assembly line.
Named after the life we’re sold.

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LYRICS:
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In the midst of morning
The lifless corpse
The modern slave
Working overtime

In the midst of evening
The slave comes back
By working all day
Dead inside

The insistence of assistances is exerting trust when the state is using manual labour for free from countries of disadvantage
Systematic abuse is degrading communities in every corner of every state

Tale of capitalism
You use one to get one
Tale of capitalism
You use one to get one

In the city of crime and disease
No one survives
In the city of inequality
Everyone is left behind

Dancing around the void
Makes you all paranoid
Running down the hamster wheel
With no clear course ahead

Tale of capitalism
You use one to get one
Tale of capitalism
You use one to get one

Tale of capitalism
You use one to get one
Tale of capitalism
You use one to get one

modern corpse

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