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Burned Photographs
03:27
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Horrendous stupidarchy in no time has bred.
Joint venture saying -hi neighbor-.
Major believings praise the moon, the something here will fall.
Go ahead and disappear again.
Conservation fucking a new era false paradigm.
Moan echoing in your eternity, as morning blitz will evoke a fail.
The kid's prominence takes its quality in wimbledoom rotten scoring as visual lumens of burned photographs.
Will my reflection be opacity in no one protests?
Gore cadavre exquis descrive all of our nations.
You remember such heat, another church that came for harm.
Come on, pedestrian. Better walk ahead.
Now fall. I better die myself.
What do I know? Blind out from atrocity.
Gluing with epoxy inside your head.
Welfare decapitated, with all the complicity of your god.
You're under it, careful of a gale, built entropy through complexity.
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Deadlocked Visions
04:23
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Inward crawled social presence.
Handover through blood.
I'm watching our perseverance, although our words spoken blinded.
Masquerade of distracted thinkers, infatuated by wealth.
Discerned growing wisdom of fear.
Deadlocked visions disregarding the present of ignored dreams, equipoise deadly.
Venal crevice perpetuation that our silence modeled.
More cowardice you can't see has fed, apoplexy pushed downward.
A boastful buddy is imploring, I want to conceive myself or go away.
Ferocious presences inveigle an endangered propagator.
Another human will die.
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Farms Of Anxiety
03:19
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Am I unliving?
I can't help myself.
I avoid others' measures of who I am.
Your elders said a bunch of dead meanings.
It feels like an exploit of my time.
Salaries are given to be quiet.
Embrace the freedom to die.
Is this for living over normality?
Ancient politics to keep society as it is.
As pawns, we keep the engine fueled with our missed beliefs, going forward toward death; and being here just gives me the illusion of a clean breath.
I feel the houses as fields of a farm of anxiety.
Is acting the consecration of a lie being truth?
Loneliness feels like the most present religion.
ATMs of pain.
Subscriptions to entropy.
An entertaining game, we are forced to play.
Dress well, enjoy, and stay "safe"!
Individuals are moved, by fear instincts.
I perceive the distances of our lonely being.
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Preludio
01:08
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One prudent breakfast via oblivion.
Forever your overplanned year.
Cruel illusive polyphonic failure math.
Old drew tense roots.
Hear Vendetta from a sociopath.
Am I a child of a locked atelier?
As a mattress all the years of nothing else.
Believers, forgotten here.
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