1. |
Coincidence?
04:52
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"Coincidence?"
Nameless, faceless oblivion
A likely fate toward which we march
With electric slave drivers behind
Convenient devices in our hands
And Godless opposition ahead
This is a total militant pushback
Against consumerist trash
That is too far gone
To be of worth
Eat this Godflesh, and awaken
To sacred space, to the truth
Break free from the bars encapsulating
Endless selfish tendencies
Give up your freedom they say
All in the name of “being diverse”
In other words: be an obedient slave
Submit to those who would see you dead
The guiding hand… its nature not your friend
I’ve seen this pattern before, and alas,
We must end it now
And hang the traitors high
Is it all just a haunting coincidence?
I’m recognizing synchronizing events
Constant perplexion by connections of dots
And drawing parallels that simply don’t exist
It's just a matter of time
Before you see your paradise lost
Solutions grow in silent labyrinths
Just underneath your feet
Giving not what you want, but need
Psychonautic clarity leads to the life we seek
But time quickly fleets
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2. |
Fluoride Stare
04:23
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"Fluoride Stare"
It only matters when it happens
If it happens to be involving gluttony
Ever the egocentric, you always have a great time
But I refuse to take this
The recommended hormonal cuisine
Pack the sodium and let’s ride
There's something making people change
Not even guidance can wake us
Save us from this plague
Distraction is the proper way
It's safe to say: technology's to blame
For a once-bright face left blank
Silence in the face of malice is just as venomous
Evil is allowed to grow because
Good people stand aside and do nothing
You must fight back
I refuse to take the fat-saturated
Pig slop they’re selling us
Pour in the fluoride
And let's ride this bitch to the grave
There’s something making people change
Now only violence can break us
Wake us from this state
Distraction is the proper way
I hate to say it: technology's to blame
For a once-bright face left blank
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3. |
Hard Times Ahead
04:54
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"Hard Times Ahead"
There are thousands
Hacking at the branches of the tree of evil
To one who is striking at the root
He must but simply observe who can’t be criticized
To ascertain who rules over him
Keep being obedient citizens!
Hard times create strong men
And in turn, create good times
Good times create weak men
And weak men create hard times
We are the media!
We’ve got the narrative by the balls
And a choke on the information
Eat up those headlines, you ignorant simpletons!
Consume it! The bullshit divisive “news”
Don’t stare at the elephant in the room
Don’t question our pornography addicted society
An entire generation rendered impotent
Tell us where we’re allowed to go
Guide us how we’re allowed to get there
Sell us what to wear to go there
Tell us how many can go there
Teach us with who we can go with
Tell us how close we can stand to each other
Tell us what we can and can’t buy
Tell us what we can and can't buy
With a regulated salary
From the very same government that hates you
These people, they want you dead
But take the vaccine so they can save you?
No thank you!
Tax me
Tax me harder
Disperse my resources among the herd
Because according to you
I don't deserve ‘em at all
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4. |
Peripheral Inklings
04:39
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"Peripheral Inklings"
Mycelium ingestion
Proper measurement
Fasted abstinence
LD-50 considered
Shut the windows
The walls are breathing
And the lunacy, taking hold
With sobriety fleeting, anxiety remains
Feeling nauseous
Can’t sit still
Perhaps it’s too cold in this room, or too hot?
Can’t quite tell
It’s finally happening
Clouded vision
Fractal God mosaic
On the outskirts
Peripheral Inklings
Indication it’s time
Who's to say I really want this?
Instinct is telling me to resist
It’s slowly happening
Mental excision
Fractal God mosaic
On the outskirts
of my vision
The walls are breathing
The floor is alive
While sobriety’s fleeting, anxiety is here to stay
The walls are breathing
And the lunacy, finally taking ahold
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5. |
Bite the Guiding Hand
10:54
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"Bite the Guiding Hand"
Why do you want to live alone
In your holding cell of a mind?
Waiting out your best years in solitude
Staring at a screen
And scrolling away
This portal of egocentricity
Which your ancestors would correctly denounce as demonic
Erodes and degrades your attention span to that of a rodent
It only matters when it happens if it happens to me
You only walk in the sunlight
I live and die in a Moonlit Rite
Endless isolation
Ritual Apprehensia
Gives me plenty of time to think
I need it
The social credit
Instantly gratifying
So very satisfyingly bleak
There are rather nefarious
And subversive atmospherics on all fronts
It affects, it manipulates, it influences and persuades you
The guiding hand that dictates
Your every thought and action
Handheld vampire elixir
I hear it calling
One must resist it
I feel it calling me
My favorite device
Open the app… check it… nothing
Check again
I need attention
Open and close the phone
Repeat
Time and time again
I need attention
Feed me attention
I want the dopamine flush
It only matters when it happens if it happens to me
Because it’s only about me:
The universal centerpiece of ignorance
Post and scroll again
I need attention
Give me attention
I need the dopamine rush
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6. |
Whispering Ibex
04:50
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"Whispering Ibex"
Though I be tempted
By subtle mutterings under your breath
Forbearance is ever necessary
To withstand your sweet, succulent sacrilege
You are the unseen barrier between
Waking consciousness and the nightmares
Your persuasive mockery makes a fool out of me
and my perceived actuality
Do I dream as your visage draws nearer?
Do I wake as your horns dissipate into the air?
Concave eyed blood tipped horned being
Restless twilight molestations
Is it real, or but a dream?
Is it real? Is it really real?
Or but a dream?
Forbidden fruit temptations whispering
As indicated by hooves on the wooden floor
Whilst laying on the edge of sleep
Awake searching for a face in the darkness
Low light plays games with my tired eyes
Three and a half hours past midnight
His presence wears a mask in the darkness
Forked tongue playing games with my weary mind
So surreal, and ever human, the voice
Though I be tempted
By subtle mutterings under your breath
Forbearance is ever necessary
To withstand your sweet, succulent sacrilege
Was it real, or but a dream?
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7. |
To Define and Divide
08:07
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(Instrumental)
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8. |
Cerebellar Atrophy
04:28
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"Cerebellar Atrophy"
A wasted mind
Such potential, left by the wayside
As I'm getting older
I become aware of the monotony
Of sitting in a corner
Watching a bright screen as minutes turn to years
I’ve become an expert
At wasting time
And before I know it
I’ll be an old man, just waiting for the end
And before you know it
You’ll either die or live long enough to lose the ones you love
A wasted mind
Just vestiges remain of what once was incredible
All those squandered years
Now only regret
I’m still alive, must make due with what’s left of my time
Impermanence weighs on the mind
Like an anchor in the sand
I never saw it once as a child
Never imagined how quickly it fleets
Time is a poison we all must drink
As I'm getting older
I become aware that body and mind disagree
And my balance just isn’t what it used to be
But I remain an expert
At wasting time
And before I know it
I’ll be an old man, just waiting for the end
And before you know it
You’ll live and die, as but dust in the wind
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9. |
Without Question
07:25
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"Without Question"
March!
Blindly ahead
Oblivious to being oblivious
Order and file
Aligned in obedience
Indoctrinated from the first day
Adherence to the herd without question
Every choice made for you
Big brother knows what’s best
Launched down the rabbit hole
You may begin to wonder and have questions
Keep clicking and scrolling
And be a good sheep who just doesn’t ask!
Programmed to compare
To inquire is to be ostracized
Habitually prompted to ignore
All that makes us human
Indoctrinated from the first day
Following the herd without question
Every choice made for you
Just trust the “experts”
No wolves are allowed here
Only animals bred subservient
If you refuse to question
Then you deserve a fool’s fate
Programmed to compare
To inquire is disallowed
Habitually prompted to ignore
All that makes us human
Artificial intelligence
Governmental apparatus
Swallow your identity
And spit you out as data
Data for the machine
The terrible, tyrannical machine
I’m only a means to an end
For the machine
The terrible, tyrannical machine
In which we’re all worthless slaves
Replaceable
Disposable
Dispensable
Reprehensible
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10. |
In Ossein Ecstasy
04:08
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"In Ossein Ecstasy"
Skeletal desire to burst at the seams
Goring and tearing at the epidermal strait jacket
Escape is essential to obtain true lunacy
As we dance the jig of perpetual histrionics
The pattern of the spatter is a matter of grey matter
That which guides our futile path to a façade of transcendence
Nervous intervertebral crania probed as sacrifice to Herophilus
Glossopharyngeal function most certainly intact
Studium
Processus cerebri ad pontem
Arbor vitae
Spiritum et pulsatio de humani machina
Here I will remain, a slave to primitive impulse
Only understanding via post osteo-orgasmic epiphany
An incapable wandering, fumbling mass in the dust
Fathoming the infinite complexity within
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11. |
Ego Mortuus Est
06:50
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"Ego Mortuus Est"
When reason failed
And logic was defied
I was granted wisdom by the eyes
Here we lay to rest
The death of self
Henceforth neutralized
Mystic touch of aeon
Eat this Godflesh, and awaken
Light is thy inheritance
But it's only apparitional
A crushing weight descends
Upon my self-esteem!
A crushing guilt descends
Upon me!
A necessary lesson
To have one’s own persona crucified
Through the madness, a voice warns me:
“Beware of this wisdom unearned”
Mystic visions coincide
The everlasting pheromone
Essence eternity
From birth to the grave
I would have gone without this
Gift of true sight
From the eyes
But they took my vision as a price
Here we lay to rest
The death of self
Henceforth neutralized
Ego Mortuus Est
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12. |
Ave Lamentum
03:40
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"Ave Lamentum"
I weep for you, I really do
As we propel forward in futility
I wail and flail in maniacal desperation
Grinding and groaning our way through
No beckoning light to coax us along
Only endless maladies and obstructions
As the last firefly flickers out
Ave Lamentum, I cry in lunacy
Ave Lamentum, I can only wonder why
Is this all some grim mirage
Where I hallucinate this mandatory madness?
Ave Lamentum, I can only speculate
Eternal rigidity, cackling at the idea of escape
This confinement is the only reality
To struggle is to debase true harmony
The only real release lies in your howl
Ave Lamentum, I cry in lunacy
Ave Lamentum, I can only wonder why
Is this all some grim mirage
Where I hallucinate this mandatory madness?
Ave Lamentum, I can only speculate
I weep for you, I really do
As we propel forward in futility
I wail and flail in maniacal desperation
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13. |
Sharpen
11:13
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"Sharpen"
Tell us
When we can and can’t die
Here at the very end of it all
Thrash, rehabilitate
Stumbling imbecile returning to earth
Pineal somnambulism, if you will
Following an unknown amount of time in a dream
Is it all just a haunting coincidence?
Or of some greater significance?
This coming togetherness of events
And the spaces between them
Now having seen them, we’re a little less innocent
I’m sick of it all
If you see the writing on the wall
Then congratulations, you’ve been paying attention
You’ll be among the last to fall into line
Follow primordial drive,
And leave the rest behind!
But with your head buried in the sand,
You're only living half alive
Then I – I saw the eyes, they spoke a language not of man
They spoke of ego, and avarice
I was shown one path right through this vice
But it took my vision as a price
Tell us why it is
That you’re a slave to the impulse
Without the hunger and discipline to evolve
Do not make peace with the enemy
You must destroy it
The hardest times are still ahead
Not behind us
The frailty of the psyche
Is mocking us
Forward in time we’ll carry on to arrive
But with your face buried in the phone
You’re only living half alive
I can see quite clearly through this vice
But it took my vision as a price.
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ASYLUM Fort Worth, Texas
ASYLUM has developed in sound and design to become a statement on current societal trends concerning humans today. While plenty of musical acts flirt with the edges of sensitive topics, ASYLUM strikes at the root, explicitly and unapologetically, discussing uncomfortable subjects ranging from technology addiction to psychedelic research and mental health. ... more
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