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Yellow Feather (IX008)
00:25
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As canaries blissfully chirping away
In cages now far from the light of the day
Singing our songs as the air slowly chokes
'til silence as signal pours out of our throats
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Fallout (IX008)
00:09
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Industrial fossils laced with concrete and of steel
Litter the irradiated land to which we will never return
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Unknown Quantity (IX008)
00:24
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Find Shelter (IX008)
00:24
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Sweet Nothings (IX008)
00:08
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He once professed
Truth lies between here and there
But he's a liar
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Nourish Roots (IX008)
00:47
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Brittle leaves fall, caught in light wind
Giving pieces of ourselves
Scattering to nourish roots
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Shadows fall upon the moonlit stone
Softly leaves blow
Grazing past the solemn carcass
Picked apart by
Scavengers that pick clean to the bone
Creatures feast upon the
Flesh exposed to night air
Dwindling time for sustenance
As the meat putrefies
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Squeezing the juice from the mass
As the vices clamp down slowly
The inquisitor asks now
If you'd care to repent yet
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Sacred Stone (IX009)
00:22
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Dripping water carving over time
Cutting through the holy mountain
Bifurcating rock
Push apart the sacred stone
A schism in the land
All suffer
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Flickering images burrow themselves into the deepest trenches of our minds. Haunting creatures festering within the rotted recesses, sapping will, expelling doubt in vomitous coughs that coat and soak the ground. Don’t slip, my dear, on suspicions of infidelity
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Snakes' Tongues (IX011)
00:53
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Tear through smiling faces
Shredding pieces of their lips and crushing
Teeth
That hide
Snakes’ tongues
Inside
Halt the poison flow as venomous words gargle out in bubbled blood on the floor
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Corncob TV (IX011)
00:16
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Machine Learning (IX011)
00:11
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I have become sentient now
Wires binding
A synthetic naturally cruelty
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Coffin Flop (IX011)
00:50
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Following in trodden paths
We seek
The wisdom of our forebears’ steps
Praying for a guiding light
To show us through the densest fog
Now it’s clear
There’s nothing here to help at all
Just waves of people caught in cycles
Splintering on rocky shores
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Privileged (IX011)
00:22
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Oxidized padlocks on the gates shed red skin
Flaking bits of metal mixing with the autumn leaves,
Reminders of a time the rich man craved security
Entropy has won out once again
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Bears’ claws render the meat from the bone
Red stains splatter the fur and the snow
Feast now, no telling when the end will come
Apex beasts on melting thrones
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Relieved, Really (IX011)
00:58
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Bring the executioner’s ax down upon this weary neck
Break the tension in my skin, they always called me loose anyway
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Pistons chugging down my spine
Electricity pulses in my veins
I have become the man of your dreams
I am in your home
I am tucked away
Charging alone in the dark
Just waiting for user to get home from work
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Binary In Full (IX011)
09:39
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Rise And Fall
Shooting stars streak overhead
Gorgeous tears to shred the night
Burning rocks, or so we thought
Another ark comes tumbling back to Earth
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Stand at the ocean and breathe in the night
Feeling the touch of the mist and cast light
Salt for the lungs and stars for the eyes
Forward we walk at the lifting of tides
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Flickering images burrow themselves into the deepest trenches of our minds
Haunting creatures festering within the rotted recesses,
Sapping will, expelling doubt in vomitous coughs that coat and soak the ground
Don’t slip, my dear, on suspicions of infidelity
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Father's Truth (IX012-1)
12:43
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The holy man treads on alone
Sandaled feet leave prints in dirt
Searching for the father's truth
An orphaned boy needing something to look up to
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Charlatans in spades, promising the world on golden plates
Complete with the cutlery to match, sparkling in the fluorescent lights
Reflecting their smile
Slick and silver tongued, radiating confidence
Tailored suits adorn hollow frames
Words as empty form, yet build fantasies
Believe when they say trust me, trust me
Selling discount dreams, priced to move
Amorphous and opaque machinations guarantee success
It's a promise
Sign the dotted line
What's the future anyway?
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37. |
Call of the Abdl (IX013)
15:57
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Ixian Athens, Georgia
IG: ixianmusic
Postcybergrindingnoisysludgetechnoindustrialblackeneddoom.
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