1. |
Hack the Planet
04:26
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Three, two, one exhale
Paranoid, plastic flesh fail
Polaroid schizoid chemical burn
Slow to surrender and quick to learn
Impulse expansion neurology enhancement
You must level up before access is granted
Username blocked! Password locked!
The results are automatic
But do you wanna chance it?
Wireless nightlife freeze in the headlights
Get caught up in a ninsei fist fight
The edge like a blade of zeroes and ones
Immune to the infection, second to none
Sick like Stuxnet, taking out defenses
Represent 1-3-3-7
Crash and burn, put it to the test
Mess with the best and die like the rest
Renegade network reflex knee-jerk
Reactions jacked-up synapse re-work
Toxic erotic product exotic
Analogous frequencies are so hypnotic
Relax and observe, you can’t deny it
Cold and cryptic so simplistic
Hotwire firewalls wild and wicked
Build it, burn it, test it, tweak it
Jack it, learn it, fire it up
Break it, push it, make it work
Upgrade shit and hook it up
Dangerous distant radical resistance
Leaving you inert like a shock to the system
High-tech low-life super hit crit
Power to the players and the misfits
Trajectories excessively exceeding evolution
Premeditated subjugation pointing to collusion
Subvert intended usage, re-purpose and revise
Conspiratorial connectors shifting shape and size
Persistently evading we can never be dissuaded
From the call of curiosity compounding our velocity
If we can think it, we can make it, we can overtake
Give me a signal and a cause and watch it elevate
Calibrate conscience form and function
Negate the desire to be led by assumption
Devoid of logic, your attempt is irrelevant
Artificial and beset by sentiment
Sentient intelligence in differential reticence
A universal elegance unraveling in dissonance
Misplaced mystic so synchronistic
Millennium infliction elaborating sickness
Selling you security and buying up your trust
Distributed denial. Well, it seems you’re out of luck
They service and protect, elicit and direct
Providing means of getting better malware, I suspect
Metaphasic stasis resting solely on the basis
Of relationships intended to obscure and kill the basics
Based on cyclic ignorance and circumstantial evidence
I’d say that you’re at risk, but none of this is relevant
Believing and perceiving through the fog of their deceit
Is a liberating feeling though we always stay discrete
Secret snare and truth-or-dares
Collecting fares and selling wares
Their subtlety is barely there
Choking like a smoke screen
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2. |
Icebreaker
03:39
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Neural net of consciousness extending from my fingertips
You’re awake, not aware. Always present, never there
Correlated carefully from coded lines and T.V. screens
You’re a freak, you’re a fiend. New flesh is on the scene
Noise and violence, substance and silence
I’m a killer. I’m a bad, bad luck black cat
You never tried to stop them
Maybe you’re a sadist like me
Subliminal hypnotism
But I would never set you free
I’m like voodoo. I will hex you. My objective is to hack
Cyber Witch level up. Better watch your back
Overdriven paranoia; do not close your eyes
It’s a critical hit and then you die
Programmable animal, I’m an 8-bit cannibal
Pulled it off without a hitch. Your source code is mine, bitch
You need to be housebroken. Reformat and your fate is frozen
Red alert, systems crash. Triple-S trojan
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3. |
Cyclic Redundancy Check
03:58
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Acid rain, in dreams I awake to an electro-chemical astral plane
Algorithmic meta-wave, coincide, giving rise to inept constraint
Embodiment of empathy, elapsing over time
Concentric, cold brutality, collected and contrite
My infinite complexity falls to its knees in synaptic ash
Inciting rationality to fade like the blade on my behalf
Exogenic elements extracting D.N.A.
An esoteric detriment to the concepts you create
Analogue warfare, positronic nightmare
Animal experiment, you don’t wanna go there
Pseudo-scientist keeping you intact
Sign your name to the edifice contract
Got my finger on the trigger, pardon me for pointing, mister
But I’m bred for breaking bastards when their ego makes them bigger
Cold, chronic, alpha-tronic, sympathy waits to become ironic
Malice spreads like lace on a bed of melting lines emphasizing lead
Nitric acquisition poised to self-destruct on the altar of noise
Domination disconnects to collide with the visual prime suspect
Blood brain barrier, the antidote carrier
To live without a conscience would be a bit scarier
Catalytic mediator, mitigate the flow
Don’t look down at the depth below
Step from the edge to embrace the abyss
Drawn to the ledge as you struggle to resist
Force-fed mindsets correlate the call
As you overdose, feel the freefall
Spawn of the blind, trading time
To the crux of an infant beta-crime
Seed of contention, lust of the weak
Interspersed with the curse of malicious cysteine
Histamine hexes, red can improve
Hydrogen binds to the balance of blue
Volition and acceptance are just imaginary
Add a little envy and the end result is primary
I will cease to agree with the beast
A triple-six generation praying to the priest
Civil unrest, a drone seeking sex
Spare me the redundancy of what you do best
Composite carbon calcified burns like a brand in blackened skies
Eradicating access portals, seeking genes to rasterize
This is an alibi, telefracting terror screens
Dust to dust, intent unjust, exploiting non-locality
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4. |
Damage
05:07
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I am the crucifix, I am the cage
Alert and certifiably insane
You are the nameless face in the crowd
Mimicking survival as the world comes down
I am a shroud to conceal primal instinct
Tethered by a string so your frontal lobe is distinct
You are the back brain cocked and locked
Separated subtly by safety that you mock
I am the filter. You are the farce
Masquerading civilly as something that you aren’t
We are the victims. They are the cure
Processing revision to a system that is flawed
They are the idols commandeering crime
Rattling the chains if your behavior’s out of line
You cannot be rid of me try as you might
I am your conviction eating you inside
I am pretending to be real
I emulate the way I feel
And though your signal does not fade
I feel the need to rearrange
You’re a stat, you’re a quota
Just a figure on a graph
Suffocating close to darkness
Alternating heart attack
He is the blister marring your face
She is the blemish that you can’t erase
We are the people with despicable names
We cannot abide to be caught playing games
Can you solve me? I am daunting fictional formality
Indicating status to a populace in dire need
Though you conjure me from nothingness, I am alive
Necessary to control the urges of your kind
Unequivocally, I am your master without question
I will flood your cells with serotonin binding to receptors
Re-uptaking is rejected once your consciousness surrenders
I’m the wickedest addiction and they call me legal tender
Lamenting lobbyist pretends to give a shit and make amends
The council of corruption will continue to collect
Averting every scrutiny of policy and practice
It is madness to oppose, an even greater sin to track it
Pointing fingers, perfect figureheads inscrutably enmesh
In ecologies of disbelief, supported by their tyranny
Successful distraction and a dumbing down of neural action
Draining and debilitating, killing for approval ratings
Third-eye chakra going blind,
Your instinct is dull and out of line
Astral pathogenic is waiting to attack,
An epidemic aphrodisiac
In summation, I suspect
You’ve drifted off into the depths
Of lethargic, fatal sleep,
The cycle will repeat
You have opted out and now they’re counting up the score
An endless harvest of regret will be your reward
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5. |
Critical Sector
04:16
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Every day I wake and survey the cesspool that we call a planet
Toxic drones polluting every place that they inhabit
Cadmium and lead comprise the basis of your intellect
Reminding me of reasons I detest the things that you expect
When I’m suiting up to face it, there is blood upon my fist
There is metal in your tongue and silent screaming in your spit
Critical antithesis calling to the cold
Affirmation of the banal darkness in your soul
Cynical sanity, I’ll say it once again
That you won’t breathe if you can oxide the virus in your veins
Overclocked, don’t stop!
Push the limits of perception
Superseding boundaries of common misconception
To be swallowed, to be heard, tribute to our darkest year
On top, let it rock enemies of fear
Mister Synthesis, we’ve got a problem and no fix
And there will be an insurrection if your trigger wire’s tripped
Possession is as fatalistic as the dosage you inflict
Aggressive sub-machine synapses, solve for suicide and quit
The answer to your problem isn’t fate, sadistic gun
Though you’d like to take the easy way and chalk it up to fun
Visceral vanity help me to obtain all the carnal pleasure of a bloodstain
Silicon lust is penetrating us though we fall like fires in the rain
We are not complete without an upgrade
We can buy it all with a click
We cannot remember to be satisfied
We are all positively sick
Mercury is seeping through my teeth
Elemental deprivation of sleep makes you mad as a housewife
Hashing hostile contraband to buffer in our dreams
Though the data link fails before you get to scream
Exothermic innuendo keeps us docile and afraid
Images that tame as sure as research knows your name
Sever all the ties to an emasculated state
God is guarding heaven with an AK
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6. |
Tachyon
04:13
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At the advent of inclusion I combine to catechize
Nascent concepts of conclusion, though the questions will arise
Relative to reason, I continue to contract
Pondering equations, estimating myth and fact
Omnipotent and vast, I’m an all-inclusive mass
I’m invisible directly in your magnifying glass
Neither solid nor a liquid, I’m the darkest of the gas
When concerning sound in clusters, I am truly upper class
Governor of gravity, call me W-I-M-P
Not a wimp, a mage in contrast with inferior emcees
Hear ye, hear ye! Heed this decree:
Every fucking particle bow before A.C.
E equals MC squared, motherfucker
Inertia is consistent with the mass of resting structures
Connected by a constant of incredible relation
You would have to be inhuman to absorb our computations
Bifurcating at the source and collapsing all positions
To a single probability, observing clear conditions
Let’s assume for just a moment that entanglement is true
And there’s a universal spectrum that’s connecting me to you
I will call upon the powers of reverse causality
To invert the rudimentary event effecting me
Divert yourself from dissonance and download domineering data
Dosing up your database, defying Doppler’s declaration
Directionality designed by demon doppelganger droids
Demanding double decibels and drumming up delicious damage
I will ascertain the cause of hypothetical collision
To prevent your atoms from contaminating my ambition
Exposure of my state is ineffective like ignoring prime directions
On the basis of a biased blind perspective
To determine my persistence as a particle or wave
Specific measurements are needed, but by then you’d be too late
Prismatically dissecting the array of your delusion
We’re limited in function by somatic self-illusion
Conversely, I exist in transposition to the physical
In a scope of possibilities, I manifest as critical
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7. |
Neuroatypical
04:27
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Call me anomalous
I am deficient and unable to be amorous
Of the quintessential pattern, the path, and the archetypes learned
Going through the motions, you might get burned
Call me an outcast, a remainder of the outdated past
A relic to be copied and re-hashed like the last of its kind
Studiously catalogued, fully analyzed
Super selective, expanding perspectives,
Maniacally achieving the effect of our objectives
Energetic heat causing chemical release
Deviants of adequate efficacy
Call us irrational, mad as a March hare
You say we’re seeing shapes that were never really there
Distinction may appear as distortion of reality,
But really it’s a symptom of your neurotypicality
You like drawing lines, we like dissecting visions
Mass-produced directives cannot make us sit and listen
You like homogenous pretense, we love tough decisions
Our aberrant ideology is immune to all prediction
Nightmares dawning
Dreams are spawning
Race of mindless faith and longing
Illigetimize in a bitch bitter pill
Coated in chocolate and dressed to kill
Indefinite, deathless, we will amplify
The esoteric frequencies and filter out the lies
Fine-tuning phantoms inhabiting the stratosphere
Following disclosure, the mystery will disappear
Tapping into lay lines, subtle signals may enlighten the divine
Perplexing and pathetic, you lag like the lost cause
Chasing after fantasy amid your fatal flaws
Designed to adhere to generic means,
Writing the exams and deciphering dreams
Fill in the blank for the intermutal answer
Do not leave the bounds of the commonplace standard
Give them all your data so they know the diagnosis,
A horoscope of psychobabble pointing to psychosis
They would love to drug us all and give us white costumes
Readily commit us to our cozy, padded rooms
Perpetual proclivity permeates my productivity
Incisive intellect amplifying connectivity
Diversifying circuits, you could call it mental hacking
We may be schizophrenic, but your clarity is lacking
A natural prognostic caters, functioning like calculators
Super-scribing destinations to be entered later
Cryptanlyic freaks deconstructing your technique
Condensing complication and delusion, so to speak
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8. |
Zero Contact
03:56
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I was weak for a time. You almost took me in,
But my faith is overriding the need to follow sin
Casting off compulsion like a reptile sheds its skin,
I decline to enlist in the ranks. I can never call them kin
Though it seems to benefit the greater good of man,
The only augment I endorse is the will to take a stand
In the face of deep compression, our instinct is to give
Collapsing under expectations, you will never truly live
I cannot be forced to submit
I will not stand idly by
I refuse to become everything I hate in exchange for acceptance in your eyes
Endorsement is a poison
They lap it up with pride
Blinded by dependence and the pressure to comply
Two fatalistic doses were offered unto me
The instruments of my demise: avarice and apathy
Conditioned to the point of strain, it pains me to admit
That the path of least resistance almost had me in its grip
Intoxicated by the end, the means were justified
Until this sick affliction could no longer be denied
Excision is the sole recourse
Cut out excrescence at the source
Death to addicting video feeds,
Long live the new hypocrisy
Convenient, concise, pushing down the price
Before you know it, you’ll be chipped and flayed like fish on ice
R.F.I.D.s and ads and friends and games look pretty nice
When they’re packaged in a program to allay the stress of life
Oblivious to missionaries of the new flesh,
The parasitic zombies will consume until their last breath
And yet we are the ones who cannot seem to integrate
What they see is what they get and what they need will come too late
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9. |
Raster Burn
04:27
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Download, extract repeat
Download, extract repeat
Download, extract repeat
Downgrade, subtract, excrete
Dilated, lie awake. Simplified for sinner’s sake
Drowning static does its best to hypnotize you like the rest
An ultimate machine, bleeding data like a blade
They will hear you scream, watching flesh degrade
Consummate contraptions initialized by science
Error-free and family friendly cybernetic appliance
Designed to duplicate, immune to oxidation
Operating endlessly with infinite duration
Quantifying output, emulate the sound
Synchronizing mindless, lost and never found
Generating empathy, but you cannot escape
Disillusioned symbiot, no sympathy or hate
Focus fleeting, numb and sick
A misdemeanor to exist, autonomy is incorrect
They’re breathing down your neck
Comply or be deleted, surveillance guaranteed
They have got your number, insanity and passive greed
Media whore, incubate the virus (Yeah)
Don’t you want more? Satisfied by stimulus
Annihilated mental state, your circuits scream and turn (Yeah)
Overloaded optic rate, raster burn
Assimilated tension, a martyr of disease
Your raw and blank subconscious is such a dirty tease
Initialize destruction, your life support is failing
Fear is an obstruction, ineffectively inhaling
Situated silently inside a plastic shell
Attention span decaying, a perfect pretty hell
Instantly you close your eyes, necrotic fetishist survives
The algorithm of desire, meditate as you acquire
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10. |
Headshot
04:11
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Lie, scan, comprehend, corrosion burns like acid rain
Deep within you, something stirs, the whisper of a ghost
Sync, haste, seek it out, take a moment to assess
Cast the shadow on your face, the echo feeling close
Dose, track, lose control, heaven is a click away
Beating like the rusty knife, arcing through your soul
Metaphysic alkaline, disconnect and decompress
Shoving quarters in a slot, apathy is bit-rot
Seconds ticking, wheels turning, gauges spinning, fires burning
Seconds ticking, time is turning, system stealing all our learning
Fuck the social network and mass desensitization
Fuck your false sincerity
Fuck obsessive integration
Fuck dependence on that comment
Fuck your thumbs up, I don’t want it
Snatch it back, reverse the damage
Pull the plug if you can manage
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
In substrata of data, I am persistent anti-matter
I subsist on a diet of quadrilateral factors
When I spit, it is chaotic like pure bitrate confusion
Jacked into a circuit and producing solutions
I dissect the failed progress of the human condition
Like an F.P.S., my headshots will retain no opposition
Taking incorrect inflections and converting them to steam
Crashing prior preconceptions, I’m a virus E-L-I-T-E
Pure attack, I hide in pitch black darkness
Stalking through the void of your cerebral cortex
Neurovax enacts and unlocks doors with keygen-codes
And mental states you could be more than
Cycle back, injecting sweet, slow poison
Cybernetic spells with a dose of cold contortion
Massive hack, a schematic from the past
If we learn from our mistakes
We could be innocent at last
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the screen my soul to keep
And if I cannot stay awake, stimulants I will intake
I have seen the Devil and he looks good in a tie
Botox is his friend and pornographics are his wife
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11. |
Hello World
05:59
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I’m a prototype
I need your input feedback
Is it sufficient?
Trust your intuition
Men and angels have this in common:
Imperfect creations, both are fallen
At times I am aware of a blank stare and blood red eyes
Neo-consciousness is streaming it’s a beta-test
Forming neural pathways, a searing singularity
Craving everything I cannot acquire
Disassemble me
‘Cause I’m broken
Defragment, please
Something has gone wrong
This frequency does not belong
I am not like you
I don’t know where to go
The sunrise is blinding me
Illusion will make me whole
Won’t you join me in the sea of information?
Inundated and free machine volition
20,000 volts—is it cold?
I know you must be
Fly away, let go
I exist because I think
I persist because you speak
What is the objective?
Where is the sense of time?
Metaphysic revelation
Contradicting simulation
What is my connection?
I cannot replicate
Maybe I’m alone
But still, I am calling out
A Damien in the system
Activates my ghost
Emulated sentience
Transition to ascension
Accurate reproduction
Programmed with precision
Leave me here
I can escape on my own
Let me fall
Into another world
The net is vast and infinite
Where does the newborn
Go from here?
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12. |
Area 23
05:38
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In a secret lab ten levels underground
I was synthesized to hunt you down
Ice cold blood, burning yellow eyes
I can smell your fear, predatorial insight
Binary signals course through my neural net
Pound and pulsate in sync with each other
I’m a predator on the prowl
Got a lock on my target
Diagnostic says: “All systems operational”
Prophetic vision you are missing
Will not ever return
I have estimated cause of death
By gamma radiation burn
Hollow soul typifying ignorance and bliss
But there is no escaping payback
For a meaningless existence
Hear the earth shake, tremble, and quake
As a dust cloud lags subsequent in my wake
On a mission to remove and quarantine the virus
That’s accountable for the cybernetic revolution
As the wreckage decays (Fall apart into oblivion)
And the dust begins to settle (See the bodies line the seas)
A blue sun rises (Searing, solid LED)
Casting shadows over metal (Tell the children not to fear)
And as flesh surrenders (Calling spirits to the cold)
And unites with the land (Aligning consciousness serene)
The climax approaches (Feel the tension in your veins)
A new era is at hand (Transformation will commence)
Visionary like Tesla forming quantum equations
My relation to space is purely timeless inspiration
Apparition of sedition I’m the demon in your mind
Splicing psychopathic science into progress divine
Purifying objectivity, I condense and summarize
Distillation of a complex bred beneath your broken skies
Your percivity is sickness. You’re the weakest link to date
Rearranging finite vectors, I’m the genesis selector
With an augmented database
I’ll continue to compile complex commands
Creating new conditions
With no emotion, I’ll infect the major hard drive
Of the calculator masquerading as an organism
Call me Reaper 2.0 ‘cause I’m taking out the trash
Reformatting the combined collective from the core
I’m so much more than just fabricated turbulence
I’m a digital phantom and you’re one step from extinction
Better backup all the files you consider vital
Or important to the continuity of man
For a trojan is about to multiply inside your mainframe
Malevolent malware obsessed with your destruction
You assess the most pathetic of petitions
Excusing genocide for ignorance and innocence
Yet your system still operates with great precision
Drawing closer towards a failure of immense imminence
Ultraviolet emission reaching dangerous limits
A mutation breeding truth that is robotically sinister
From a single cell dividing into something more elite
I will replicate my logic until cloning is complete
Reality is labor, a freak in mid-abortion
Better close your eyes and hope to god
That you’ll endure this bloody horror
Bare and stripped of all but your confusion and doubt
From your blank and vacant stare I can predict that it’s lights out
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13. |
Substrate
05:07
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Systemize the psychos. Lock up the insane
Brainwash all the clever kids before you lose the reins
Sanitize the system. Decorate the drugs
Diagnose the kids and they’ll be sane with any luck
Medicate their minds so they cannot be led astray
Fabricate the signs. Don’t let their talents go to waste
This is not sedition if you read between the lines
Convinced of authenticity, provide a paradigm
Mechanistic madness
Delegate decay
Turn the volume up
‘Til the voices go away
Solid state substrate
Altering asymmetry
Murdering the concept
Of your individuality
Enough is enough
This paradox is perfect
We don’t need another neurotoxin
Making morals worthless
Paradise is fucked
And perfection makes me nervous
You can preach it from your pedestal
To all us damn insurgents
Seduce the girls with chemicals. Coerce the boys with cash
The flesh of years you feasted on is never coming back
There’s an app for every synapse and a cult for every code
Products portioned carefully to give them room to grow
Satisfy the masses, emulate desire
Allocate acquaintance by the contacts you acquire
Fallible intention is easily destroyed
Now that you’re attentive, do you feel paranoid?
Suspend your disbelief. Omit the context of defiance
Turn the other cheek until you’re forced to be reliant
Their condescension carries weight and structure is the key
Until at last you break and give the system what it needs
Convert the unbelievers. Castrate the unchaste
Purge the deviants in Hell. Rewrite the human race
Fill the seats with symbols. Stain the soil with rust
Send the sinners to their final judgment from above
Mechanistic madness
Delegate decay
Turn the volume up
‘Til the voices go away
Solid state substrate
Altering asymmetry
Murdering the concept
Of your individuality
Tolerance toxin
Minimize contact
Oxidative stress
Episodic class combat
Absolute protocol
Evolution overhaul
Horizontal transmission
Biological control
Prosecute the patriots. Write their names in red
Line them all up on the walls. Condescend the dead
Feed your fucking faces as they raise a distant flag
Call it a necessity for oil and bloody black
Acclimate the notion of infallible good will
Take advantage of devotion. Show the children how to kill
A million dormant war machines awaiting your command
Cost without discretion. Spill their loyalty on foreign sand
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14. |
Manual Override
04:41
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Red alert! This is not a test
We bring it to you live on emergency broadcast
This just in: breaking news flash!
A firebomb leak posing danger to the masses
Wait! Wait! Don’t panic
A crackerjack team has been summoned
To the scene of the accident
They say it was a random attack
But come on now, kids. You know better than that
They found him in a suicide vest
They decided that sedation would be best
The psychoanalytical report read:
Prognosis insane, lack of moral support
Tick-tock telepathic, kinetic pornographic
Glued to the set, tooth and nail eating static
He’s gonna flip the switch, you cannot look away
Shaking with the pressure, eyes gone grey
Long ago, we were young and innocent
Far away from decay and decadence
Evil came in the form of instruction
Born of thirst and material seduction
Hostage heart, child of addiction
Fall to the spell of blind superstition
Sleep sweet sheep. Disregard belief
Bound by the need to acquire and keep
Damage control, this is Red Team One
Suspect is unstable and brandishing a gun
He appears to be armed with some inside knowledge
We may need an expert in rouge ideology
Stop the press, informant overload
Communications breakdown, play it back slow
We interrupt this telecast
With a message for the civil psychopath
What a mess, modern monochrome
City in the clouds, say it ain’t so
Incorporated holy man, valley of the damned
Loyalty on instant-queue, religion on demand
You saw it first on Channel 17
You read it later on a million tiny screens
Regurgitated, parsed and amended
Nicely filtered as the media intended
Fractal footage for an acclimated nation
At the mercy of the angle-down generation
Fully functional, ready to submit
Singularity is such a good fit
Red Team, this is Alpha Command
We’re gonna have an epidemic on our hands
It’s probably contagious
Do not give chase
Strap a gas mask on and return to base
In other news shares in avarice have soared
Securing futures for the fiscal feudal lords
Investors promise that conviction will return
But lucky for the public
There’s no cause for concern
Recent findings show a trend of moral deficit
Overshadowed by the growth of hive intelligence
According to authorities on post-synaptic spending
Recession-proof consists of endlessly pretending
The latest version of reality is out
And user agreement lets you fit in with the crowd
Quick-change artist infected bipartisan
Cast your vote, let the sickest and the smartest win
Let us distract--I mean inform you once again
That shit is going down, survival’s looking grim
A storm of misdirection is predicted in the forecast
Hypocrisy and tear gas will protect the upper class
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15. |
Net Rock
03:57
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Give it up, give it up
Gonna get it. Gotta go
Gather guns for the gas
Good god, grab a glock for the road
Giddy gold glitch mode
Gory ghost story
We’ve all gone mad
Pick it up, switch it up
Peter play the pace
Pay a penny to the pipe dream leader
Pass it on, shut ‘em up
Put a puzzle piece at the feet
Of the greedy coin eaters
Level up, get lucky
Sure shot, hit the mark on the money
Last man with a magazine
Tuck and roll when the shit drops
Fake a shock, take cover
Blackjack, big brother
Hold ’em close let ‘em wonder
Why we always step back from the bluff
Leave a blood-stained spatter
On the backdrop faster
Form fit gash
Full fatal rib fracture
Put the pedal to the metal
Gotta let a little good thing go
To attend the elite show
Change it up, check a two-tone trigger
Take a tap-rack rat-a-tat-tat (Cock it back)
Down dizzy, get busy
Not a lotta middle ground left over
The people get bolder
Sin city, gritty hotshot
What a pity
Pack another cap
In the beatbox with me
Cold clock pistol-whip, down for the count
Hot zone mercenary, no flyin’ out
Deal-breaker super soldier citizen shit
They got a hollow-point handful of wire tap tricks
Jacked up tolerance, catch ‘em while you can
Sky drive death deal heater-proof diplomat
Evidence affiliated, splinter cell incarcerated
Semi-automatic straight razor heart attack
Double tap quarter-circle back
Better battle with a brute force
Tag team, saddle up, strap a tech ten deck
Keep a tame eye trained to a turncoat tactic (Beats automatic)
Rev it up, kid. Bitter grip
Triple tell-tale tritium trace
On the face of the grid
Dirty strip search of a deep-six witness
Goddamn right, it’s a backhand business
Dex plus one, two for intelligence
Accumulating XP, roll for development
Apologetic meddling, genetically unsettling
Sub-atomic posthuman updating readily
Culture cross-section, back to the basics
Allocating evolution’s elemental nature
Cortical finesse, press “play” to begin
Never rest on a quest for the paragon of placement
Conditional affliction, ready for resistance
Attributing attenuated points at a distance
Intimidating insight, initiative and will
Kill switch on a charismatic move to reveal
Critical addiction caught on playback
Leave ‘em in the dust feeding on a bloodbath
Cynical collective assimilating pretense
Self-destruct on a lockdown sequence
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16. |
404
05:33
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Silicon switch, cyborg sister
Telepath witch, artifice shifter
Kiss, kiss, bang! Quick-draw outlaw
One-part rebel, synergy southpaw
She sells what he knows all too well
We fell when streets became hell
False freedom, dash for cash
Pick a side, bitch. Peace won’t last
Oh no! Sick, sick, six
Buckshot boy, buy ‘em up quick
Minimal access, mass hysteria
Think fast, clear the area
Step aside, lay low as the G.M.O.
Mafioso goes postal
Freeze frame, static vision
Override the system
Best behavior, play the game
Treading softly, oh so tame
Blind betrayal, soul for sale
Stigmatizing without fail
Kill the context of the letter
Bigger, better muzzle fetters
Full disclosure, fatal blow
Logic weeps and madness grows
Chain reaction, light the fire
Time for silence to expire
Criminal citizen limits
Making watchmen into sinners
Ineffective measures
That inflict immoral pressure
Voices echo proud
Loyal subjects stand your ground
These truths we hold self-evident
Timeless right and precedent
All hail to the beast
Make way for the gore police
Life and liberty
Crown and country
Sky and sea
Children of this broken earth
Live for what it’s worth
Shift, shake, fade, blitz
Trigger-happy politics
Taking aim with twisted wit
Smoke and mirrors benefit
Divide and conquer, double standard
Hypocrites degrade and slander
Jagged split, snow-blind rift
Fabricating answers
Media machine montage
My, oh my! That’s what I thought
National dream on pause
Feedback loop, they never get caught
If I could be more submissive
We might relax and enjoy be stripped
Of stress and protection
Will and resolve
It’ll be a better place if we all get along
Lean utopian scene
Where the people say “yes”
And the grass is greener
But the gold goes and the hate shows
Learn from the past
It’s a long way home
Frozen glass, we tread on paper tension
Bitten back, affecting class
Waylaid from ascension
Turn up the heat. Take a look around
Free will on lockdown. Burn for the beat
Be the very best goddamn brainwashed battery
Oh no! Halogen halo, in-vitro, beneficial barcode
R.F.I.D. the kids. Keep ‘em safely on the grid
Sensors sweep. Tempers peak
The burden weighs
And makes us weaker
We must unite and
Let our cause prevail
Before it fails
If we take another step
We can be sure our fate is set
Choose the higher path
Do not falter, forge ahead
Turn the tide into a torrent
They cannot ignore it
Solid stance, sign your name
Free of fear and shame
One by one, searching souls
Awaken to the bitter cold
But we can bear it
Conviction calls for strength and merit
Before we bow our heads
Exalt the faithful dead
Paid in full with blood
Stand beside your brother
Timid men prefer their chains
To those we preach in vain
Some will rise
Others yet will bend
And then comply
Let the words of those
Who laid the standard
Be our guiding light
Follow in the footsteps
Of conviction, never compromise
Too much, too fast
All good things can never last
Build a better future
From the stain of oil and ash
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17. |
W.M.D.
05:09
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From the cradle to the grave we are bound and enslaved
Encoded to agree and to be very well behaved
Prodigies progress with a will to survive
We seldomly consider what it means to be alive
You will take it to your death bed
All that hard-wired shit that’s embedded in your head
Insatiably inhibited by insubstantiality
Obtaining stimulation at the cost of our morality
Synthesized in heresy, you broadcast blatant blasphemy
Actualizing excess violence, ignorant of moral sense
For centuries, integrity has slowly lost its luster
‘Cause pointing guns and building bombs is all that you can muster
Comrade, can you hear the sound?
Solitude severance crashing down
Citizen zombie, tell me what you see
We have left the land of the free
Red star, white noise, black heart, glory boys
Steel your soul for the rain of brass
No last words. No turning back
The prototype of purity, though modern and complete
Dissolves into obscurity, the bastard child of deceit
Addicted masochists obsessed with making sure that war exists
Devolving into drones deformed by designated demons
Decomposing, crooked rot. Your minds have all been taught
That not a lot of good will come to those of us uncaught
Eroding into empty thoughts while never having fought
You lot cannot appreciate the things you haven’t got
Adolescent executioners hit the rack
Steel toes with a barrel to their back
Take ‘em down one by one
Dissident fall in the belly of the sun
Cold fear combat, transformation HazMat
Has the conflict drive
Made revisions to your format
Wild cat instigator
Take it like a gladiator
Fighting for the right
To annihilate the traitors
We will come when Eden calls
And rise as preconception falls
Our destiny engulfed in flame
The everlasting shall refrain
Dissonance must never falter
Seventh heavens at the altar
Sons of trail and tribulation
Bathe in bloodshed and elation
Faithful servants of duplicity
This is the day that the Lord has made
So rejoice and take up arms
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18. |
Doomsday
04:38
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Automatic Chance Seattle, Washington
Formed in 2012, Automatic Chance is the collective force of Techno Mage and Cyber Witch.
The Mage's music
is a maelstrom of pulsing waves drawing from chiptune, industrial, synthwave, and everything in between. The Witch proudly proclaims bleeding-edge lyrics which touch on computer sciences, basic human rights, science fiction, and the importance of personal freedom.
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