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Engineer
06:12
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Found a way to make the ends meet
Building outwards in a frenzy
Shoot our guns into the distance
When I talk you will listen
I want in
To your home
I want in
The colonies will come after
These savages get their new masters
Feeding soil to machinery
We are gods, we are the industry
Worship in our temple.
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2. |
Broken
07:47
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At first a road
Forest recedes
Machinery unfolds
Hills that erode
Factories, nights of revelry
Your hands filled so full
Is that all they can hold?
Will it erase all of the shame
Or the regret, if I walk away?
Will they be watching in their homes?
Are they lonely?
Are they alone?
Smoke in the distance
Waves collapse into particles
Of hate.
Infinite growth is not allowed
In a finite system
What could be worse for them
Than us?
A fox rots.
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3. |
Feral
05:43
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Synchronicity
Are you listening?
The cynic masses of the cities
Opposed to the resistance
Television quick-fixes
Bit by a conscience
Sick with indifference
Turn on one another
Soul never recovers
You animals
Pills in a shaking hand
Worn, all frayed at the ends
Burst onto the scene
Burst at the seams
An axe for every tree
Air too foul to breathe
Cold hand grips your throat
Choke Choke Choke Choke
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4. |
Trigger
06:12
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He used to know so much
Yeah he'd be rattlin' on
About such and such and such
Doesn't mean much
The clouds arrayed against you
The sun it shines for everyone else but you
Isn't that true?
Is that true?
You
Should've known better than this
You
You deserve better than this
So, they're gathered in a circle
Lord knows, the neighbours will be watching
Rally 'round the family
The neighbours will be watching
They're comin' just for you son
Turn it on the crowd you know
Turn it on yourself you know
Must have kept it to himself
So, they're gathered in a circle
Lord knows the neighbours will be watching
Rally 'round the family
Lord knows the neighbours will be watching
The parents they adored her
Found her in a doorway
He had to pull the trigger
He must have kept it to himself
You can come home son
You can face what you've done
Don't blame it on yourself mom
It must have been the pills.
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5. |
Despot
07:19
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Blood flows out from the wounds
Broadcast/filthy glass
Clouded/refracts
A light/a sundown
Trauma begins
The crowd takes the shape
Of a hunting pack
I've had enough of you fucking people
Erase/Erase/Erase
It'll be alright
It all comes down
I feel engaged with something
And finally a home
I find my place
It all comes down
My suffering finds a voice
It aches it aches it aches it aches
it aches it aches it aches it aches
It aches.
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Old Ceremonies Toronto, Ontario
Old Ceremonies is a group of loud noise operators located in Toronto, ON.
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