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Widened
06:34
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Slavishly conform to a steel-borne existence.
Witness your life being sucked away.
Confine thoughts to the immediate contained.
Negate cries of your dissent’s wake.
Wound widened.
Phased and dead is what you’ve become.
Another slave to myopia.
Reaching out for a cure, that’s been prescribed by a tool.
Wound widened.
What thought takes, we throw away.
What life brings, tossed in a grave.
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LCD
03:54
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Suppose, for one minute, we could step back.
Would we change our paths from where we are?
Have we reached a point of nullified indifference?
Or we on a course to collide with the wild?
Someone’s going to die; but we can’t stop that.
It’s either you or me; there never was a peace.
Every time I turn away, the sounds and wavelengths follow.
This is my role to play: my destiny; my obligation.
Switch.
Drawn back home to greet my newest enemy.
Mornings always shadowed by the next coming threat.
I’m sworn against you as I’ve been told to.
I won’t back away as I know what’s right.
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Disengaged
08:13
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I’ve waited it out.
Nothing’s changed.
The same blank stares, the same veiled figures closing inward.
I am the underman.
I’m down to my last shreds of skin, with no hope of escape.
In this vast expanse, there are no winners; only those postponing their fate.
I’m just asking to die alone to get this over and done with.
Sold into a corner.
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Shotgun Mouth
03:42
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Conceited eyes tell me all I know to know.
If I could walk in your shoes I'd throw them in a skip.
Meaningless gestures in my face fill the air in the absence of a life.
Staring at the wall just to keep away from you.
Pacing in the dark just to keep away from you.
It must be horrifying watching the clock as you reminisce on all that you've lost.
Self inflicted battery wrecks your face.
Glass pane fractures in your eyes.
You're past forgetting.
I'm past remembering.
Walking in a world of the dead.
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5. |
Just Like Insects
04:48
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Holding on to the meaningless, hoping that we’ll figure it out.
So close, so comfortable.
A fight already lost.
Blind check; re-connect.
Displace the indirect.
Hive mind; protect.
We’re just like insects.
Senses saturated, committed to the final fall.
Preaching lies to the blinded.
We’re far too mute to defect.
Blind check; re-connect.
Displace the indirect.
Hive mind; protect.
We’re just like insects.
Pointless wastes of time encased in view by common thought.
Filtering through the ideas based on sound to the ear.
What’s gone is what’s new.
Decay unveiled as ‘true’.
Blind check; re-connect.
Displace the indirect.
Hive mind; protect.
We’re just like insects.
Senseless.
Lifeless.
Brainless.
Thoughtless drone.
Senseless.
Lifeless.
Brainless.
Just like insects.
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I tried to live; ended up dying.
I tried to die but there's something holding on.
A mortal twilight has me bound in chains.
Suspended downward hoping something's remained.
The marred recovery process.
Contorted forms driving rapport to hate.
Distracted, I've veiled the light from my eyes.
Sheer power of self surrounds and enslaves, destroys, left to implode.
The marred recovery process.
Love, hate, love.
The excuse for a life.
Love, hate, love.
Where do we draw the lines?
Hands wide and waiting.
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7. |
Carrier
06:45
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Wretched flames glisten my mind.
Morbid games within I find.
No guilt.
No reason.
Just lies.
I am god and you are shit.
Bow to me within my writ.
No guilt.
No reason.
Just lies.
Empty face, scalded eyes.
Planned escape; unjust surmise.
No guilt.
No reason.
Just lies.
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8. |
Into Administration
06:46
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Recollect promises, into empty hands.
Living just to buy.
Frightened to wonder why.
Forced into routine.
Dissent pushed off the screen.
A waged invisible war,
That I can’t take anymore.
Life spent collecting time,
Only to watch it die.
Undressed and lying bare,
When no one’s even there.
You’re just like the rest,
Weak and destroyed.
Running through sewers,
That you can’t avoid.
I’ve stopped watching,
The shit that you feed.
And I won’t be watching,
In your time of need.
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Death Dealer
07:57
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I’m feeling, like I never existed.
Rats crawl through me, sky falls above me.
Take as needed, I’m just another fool.
Another target left out to die.
Wound healer, death dealer.
I’m feeling, like every other day.
Cold, dumb and blind, beyond respite.
Left unneeded, a point long since gone.
Another crop now consumed.
Wound healer, death dealer.
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Re-Fuse Belfast, UK
Solo project of Miles (Disconnect, Abbotoir, Interface). Dark, heavy melody-driven alternative music bordering on extreme tendencies.
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