1. |
Singular
01:21
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All alone
in notions,
beliefs
No one
to relate to
Not for me
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2. |
Friction
00:34
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No link between me and my surroundings
City-scaled isolation cell
Empty vessels instead of housing projects
A horizonless lowland hell
Trapped inside a cage of concrete
where the rats speak with silent accents
The stagnant place where the sun feels grey
even during summer, it freezes in me
No friction between me and the artificial ant farm
Inside the hive mind
with no way out
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3. |
Wiseman
00:42
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The words he utters,
it's almost as if
it's apologetic
Fucking pathetic
Quoting modern day philosophers
Unable to live by their words
If only his wisdom were as heavy as his bullshit
Now he's silent; must've read it in a book
that it pays to be mysterious
Little does he know
I reek bullshit when it spouts from a mouth
How romantic,
the half-assed semantics
How I wish
the world would see though your lies
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4. |
Old Grounds
01:25
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Fuck your culture
Fuck your city
Fuck your genepool
Fuck your pedigree
Your pride is nothing more than banality turned passion
Twisted by tradition
Institutionalized by education
Deontologies completely devoid of criticism
Talking on about the romance of where you live
Well I live somewhere else
And I’ve been there as well
It still sucks
I can tell
Let me just stress that every place feels like hell
You can find beauty in everything
For in the end, we’re all just children
and towns all safe havens
We’re all assholes and places
divided by perimeters suck just as much
We're all assholes, fucking assholes
Time to rest yourself with it
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5. |
Priorities
01:00
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Where does one draw the line
Only embers for me to sit on
Tired of waiting in line
Restore the damage I've done
Lost beneath the assembling mist
in the quagmires of the mind
When you're drowning in a sea of shit
it's hard to keep your head up
They'll throw you in
You better make sure you can swim
Why would I want to stay afloat
when I can choose for the rope
Assholes with ulterior intentions
a disease inside your recollection
Got to make a move
Canada can wait
First things first
Got to set shit straight
Got to want to move
Japan can wait
Got to make up my mind
before it’s too late
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6. |
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Funneled into hardcore with all the right intentions
Messages charged with all the proper ethics
Capturing memories, suspending them in time
Disappointment skyrockets as they don't bring up a dime
In a world filled with hypocrisy
there's no room for hopes and dreams to be achieved
How can you use the phrase DIY
when the content of your wallet is what you prioritize
How can you intend to entice protest and action
when your focus lies in prowling the net for attention
Preaching to the choir, labels you get signed to
only get you aboard for the times you'd go on tour
Passion should come from within
If not yourself, who's worth playing music for?
Do it fucking for yourself
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7. |
Dead End Horizon
01:07
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Trapped somewhere between perpetuity
and the promise of frequent progression
Jinxing outcomes, hoping to find some peace
with the decisions that ensured my downfall
Where this road goes is clear as day:
an icy prison in which I'll be detained
Taking my own advice never sufficed
Freedom limited to financial restrictions
No weekends, no vacations
self-regulated obligations
Vague planning estimations
I have to work to earn back my life
I need to earn to move forward in time
There's no looking forward when staring at a dead end horizon
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8. |
Food For Naught I
00:15
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No need to constantly explain
justify the philosophies I consider
Futility of objectifying subjectivity
Futility of intellectualizing
I don’t need to elucidate my views
And neither should you
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9. |
Food For Naught II
00:30
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Intrusive visions, I’d rather do without
Corrupting my world with the bullshit you spout
All these hypothetical questions
and answers add up to nothing
Futility of objectifying
The ability to believe nothing
Criticism towards everything
If I can feel unbiased
I'll feel adequately balanced
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10. |
Mingling
01:25
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“Doing things for yourself and friends alike”
never sounded so fucking hyped
Yet your numerous blogs serve to spread
your shit into the world
Your friends didn’t care enough
so now you have to pretend your opinion counts
And not just for yourself, for the entire internet
The only thing you seem prove is the way you always seem to lose
You'll lose
so called friendships
You'll be forgotten
You won't leave a mark
I don't have the faintest pretention to think that anyone cares about my opinion
Communities within music exist with people who associate themselves with it
and just as quickly dissipate because of this
I wonder what it means
to be accepted by the scene
I wonder what goes on
in this group psychology
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11. |
Pale Satellite
02:07
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Orbiting around the blue pale dot in the dark,
a vessel wanders purposelessly
Seeking to come down
A dead passenger's inside
I can feel him rot
inside this failing mind
Never truly a part of anything
Never meant to change who I am
And when the phone starts ringing
will I find the strength to move my fingers
Press the buttons that will lead to my entrance
to the stories enacted by others
Never intended to unwind the sutures
And now I am passive again
Stuck in this twilight zone of mine
No one in this town will ever have the cow
That the people who're surrounding them, will one day crash down
Nowhere have I ever felt the need for isolation
than here, where routinous boozing is the only sensation
Somewhere, I'm sure there's someone who is waiting
for someone who can make him whole again
What's keeping me at distance from you,
is magnetizing us to the point of collision
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12. |
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I guess I am - Just plain evil
Because I destroy everything - That is good
Break the spell
Cast it out!
Bringer of pain here I am with another sacrifice.
There may be innumerable paths,
Doesnt matter which one you choose
Just want to fuck shit up
Sometimes I feel its all that I can do
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13. |
Fruition
01:15
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Spend money on nothing;
things whose value has been long forgotten
If indeed they’ve ever meant anything at all
Tired of access for, sharing with
people you don’t ask for
Like crows they’re picking at dead carcasses
Discovering novelties post facto, secondhand
And fuck my friends too
If I can’t make myself feel balanced
I’d rather die in the battle
Can't wait for this depression to further unravel
Can't wait to lose all the people around me
Digging further into isolation
To ensnare myself between the walls
To what extent do I share my views with people at local shows
To what lengths will we go to ensure that we become a part of something more
The human mouth
is one of the most vile places
to stick your tongue into
Yet we do it without question
If you were to be in hell
would you even ever notice?
A scene supposed to bring people closer
instead of driving them apart
is trying hard to be what it once was;
but with scrupulous intolerance, and rigid reasoning structures
there's little room for understanding
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14. |
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One foot blasts or the duck walk,
let's make blastbeats sound trivial as shit
Over-usage of the pattern
without being creative with rolls and fills
Fast is a fine gimmick
Too bad it doesn't make up for shitty riffs
But don't play them for too long
Handy to have breakdowns and triggers
Blastbeats = generic
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15. |
Versatile/Volatile
01:54
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In a sea of redundancy
Hardcore isn’t what it seems
Grindcore can’t be kept alive
It died at the hands of Facebook
You’re to blame too, but the scene sucks anyway
People like things that all sound the same,
people who do the same shit over again
Tap into nostalgia = fan recruitment guarantee
Copy-pasting plagiarism, not for me
It’s never been written down
Or among all texts, at least I cannot seem to find
We should embrace personality
Not just blatantly chase uniformity
What's the point in playing the same five notes again
You'd question why we make music at all
when everyone's goal is to post it online
Create to recreate, and then to saturate
Lyrics about mundane struggles with what we hate
You could say "what's the point of it all"
if we weren't as quickly content with our art
If that's even what you aspire to make
Too pretentious for a hobby, too generic to take seriously
And fuck this band too
Define subgenres and stick to the cliché's
Rip off riffs from all over the place
Start a new band for every nuance
Show the world you can recreate
When the hype's over, you'll jump on the next train
Destination: success, someone else will pave the way
Vinyl stacked upon derivations and clones
You can't wait to go on tour
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16. |
Hazed
00:13
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Hazed
Trapped in a transitional phase
A memory like a parasite
My perception is like a squid’s camouflage
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17. |
On The Reserve
01:22
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Just because it feels good now
doesn’t mean it was good then
Alluding to a time you watched parading by
You miss the stories, you miss the air
Sometimes time just fucking isn’t fair
And now it's pulling you by the hair
Why does the present feel like such a mishap
But you were never present in the past
And you can only pass on in the present
If not, you'll only be left with resentment
Ten years from now
How will you want things to be?
Will your eyes still stray away enough to blame others for your mistakes?
You'd like to say that I underwent your test
No, you're the one who failed assessment
A hundred times, yet you never apologized
Blame it on the chemicals you ingest to stabilize your life
You fucked up, and there's no way to make it alright
We're past the point that you've realized
you'll have to fucking seize your life
On the reserve; a bane to your reality
If you were never happy with yourself,
with a little effort, at least now you can pretend
A bane to your memory
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18. |
Cosmic Child
01:04
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My stupidity haunts me
Why do I act so impulsively
When I know I will regret my words later
For some reason,
I try to find excuses as to why my heart refuses
Thoughts extracted from experience
Just as derived as text book knowledge
I’m no more than a residue
of star dust formed 14 billion years ago
Why would I be any different
from the notions of reality I convinced myself to perceive
Why would I be any different
from the ones who take this world for granted
Why me
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19. |
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Late September, 2010
In the heart of a still warm Amsterdam
At the end of the first night on tour
it became obvious we shouldn't have gone with that band
The quintessence of scene assholery manifested in one über-douchebag
The eloquent musings of a con artist
Hypocrite ramblings of a manipulator
"Protest and direct action", preaching about DIY ethics
But hollow speeches won't prevent the world from finding out who you really are
Singing in your own tongue is not counter-culturally-oppressive
If you' want a message to be spread, why not sing in a universal language?
8 minutes of music doesn't make for a full-length album
Neither recording nor releasing it yourself isn't very DIY either
You'll order your cronies to unload the van
Whilst you're occupied with pasting posters all over the venue
Tell everyone who buys your merch that they're really "awesome"
Trade your band's records for others' that only you will have in possession
And then at the end of tour
you'll accruse me of shit that only you misinterpreted
in front of people who didn't trust you to begin with
Touring costs, we had our expenses
Grindcore isn't business school
Maybe I've been wrong all along, maybe we just misunderstood
To this day, I still ponder
what you thought the scene had to offer
That we would carry you around like an emperor?
What the fuck did you go on tour for?
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20. |
Modular
03:36
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On my own,
without them
Five year
switching cycle
People
come and part again,
united unto debacles
separate them
and nostalgia binds them
Better off
without cliques,
without the knife
embedded in my spine
Without the words
without the warmth
I want the cold
to sever us
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