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Read It Like A Book
03:41
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IN WAKEN DARK WINDOW FOOTSTEPS. FALL LIKE A HEARTBEAT. A MIND, A WORLD. BOOM, BOOM; IT STARTED, IT STARTED.
TOO PRECISE TO BE WARM. INVITING ALL THE DARK AND COLD. DECIDING WHERE THE FOOTSTEPS LAND. WATCHING THE ECHO OF A MOTION HAND.
POINTING TO A FOOT ON THE GROUND. A WINK AS TO WHERE A NOTION. READ IT LIKE A BOOK.
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Point Of Divergence
02:15
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POINT OF DIVERGENCE. NOTHING EVER ENDS. THIS KILLS YOUR HEROES. THIS REDEEMS YOUR FRIENDS. “WHO IS WATCHING US” WRITTEN ON THE WALLS. CO-CONSPIRATOR: ONE FLIES, ONE FALLS.
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Kill The Comedian
03:28
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A NOTE OF UNDER-WELMING CAUTION TO NOTICE FAKE CONSPIRACY. FROM UNDER OTHER HIDDEN HOODS. WHERE IS OUR SECURITY?
KILL THE COMEDIAN.
THROW UP ANOTHER EFFIGY. YOUR TURN TO ELIMINATE THIS CREEP. INSTANTLY FAMOUS, INSTANTLY INSANE. LAUGHING WHILE CRYING YOURSELF TO SLEEP.
IT DOESN'T TAKE A TEST. IT DOESN'T MEAN A THING. BLOOD AND WATER AND SLEEPING PILLS. A GUN STRAPPED TO THE REGIME.
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Gunning For Masks
03:04
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DID YOU KNOW IT'S NOT THAT IMPORTANT? FEAR IN A FRECKLED FROWN. AS I'M MARKED UP AND DOWN A FEW HUNDRED TIMES. DID YOU KNOW MASKS ARE TEMPORARY? AS THIS SCENE IS TO ME.
WHERE CAN I SEAL MY FORTUNE? WHEN DEATH IS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK.
WEAR THIS MASK LIKE A BADGE. IT GIVES AUTHORITY AND CONTROL. I BEG FOR YOU TO MAKE YOUR OWN. THOSE EYES CAN BURN A HOLE. DID YOU KNOW MASKS ARE TEMPORARY? AS THE STREET IS TO ME.
WHERE CAN I SEAL MY FORTUNE? WHEN DEATH IS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK. WHERE CAN I CONCEAL THIS TORTURE? DEATH IS NO CLOSER THAN YOU THINK.
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Detective Story
02:43
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WHAT HAVE WE FOUND IN BULGING SHAPES? MORE SQUARED THAN FUCKED BY THE MINUTE. MAYBE AN HOUR, A TONGUE LAPPING LASHING FOR SOMETHING MORE THAN A TURN OF PHRASE.
DOWN THE TRODDEN. ONE STEP FORWARD AND ONE STEP BACK. LIKE A STUPID MOVIE I LEFT A NOTE: “THERE ARE NO CLUES. I LIED TO YOU”.
A DETECTIVE'S BURDEN. THEY'LL NEVER FIND THROUGH A PSYCHIC MIND A CLAIRVOYANT SPINE. MAYBE DISMISS AN HOUR. A LASHING OF THE TONGUE FOR SOMETHING MORE THAN A TURN OF THE PAGE.
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Doctor Jonathan Osterman
03:56
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RELIVE EVERY MOMENT WATCHING THROUGH CLOSED EYES. WHICH MOMENT IS NOT REBORN? WHAT TIME ISN'T CYANIDE?
EYES WANDER AND LOOK AROUND. FORCED DOWN AND CORRODE. WHAT ARE OPTIONS TO THE OPTIONLESS? WHAT IF NOTHING IS REAL?
NOTHING IS INSIDE THIS BOX SINCE THE BODY EXPLODES. WHAT INSULAR GOVERNMENTS COULDN'T CARRY THE LOAD?
EYES CORRODE AND LOOKED DOWN. FORCED TO TELL THE TRUTH. WHAT IS TRUTH TO THE TOOTHLESS? WHAT IF NOTHING IS REAL?
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This Is illusion
03:22
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NAME A NAMELESS MOVEMENT. NO ANSWER WILL SUFFICE. A MOMENT CAPTURED IN PHOTOGRAPH OF A PAINTING OF A PHOTOGRAPH. THE MORE WE ARE AWARE THE LESS WE SEEM TO CARE.
IT'S NINETEEN EIGHTY SIX. IT'S SEVENTEEN O' FOUR. IT'S TWO THOUSAND ONE. IT'S NINETEEN SIXTY NINE. IT'S TWO THOUSAND SEVENTEEN. IT'S TWO THOUSAND EIGHTEEN. IT'S SEVENTEEN SEVENTY SIX. IT'S NINETEEN SEVENTY FOUR. THE MORE WE ARE MORE THE LESS THAT WE ARE BORED.
EXPERIENCE CHAOS AS CASUALTY. CHANCE AND CHOICE IN NO ORDER. INSIGNIFICANT COLLECTION OF CHOICES WE ALL FORGO. THE MORE WE THINK WE KNOW THE LESS WE SEEM TO CARE.
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Levitate The Pentagon
04:44
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WE WILL DYE THE POTOMAC RED. BURN CHERRY TREES. PANHANDLE EMBASSIES. GIRLS RUN NAKED. PISS ON ON THE WALLS. WE WILL DANCE AND SING. EVERYONE WILL SCREAM “VOTE FOR ME”.
WE SHALL RAISE THE FLAG OF NOTHINGNESS OVER THE CHEERS OF FAKE LIBERTY. A MIGHTY SIGH ECHOES THROUGH THE LANDS. WE WILL RAISE OUR HANDS AND SHOUT “VOTE
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Left No Reason
02:43
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I AM HERE IN DESPERATE MIND. WHERE MEN ARE EVIL AND SO AM I. LEFT NO REASON.
SOME MEMORIES ARE SLIGHT OF HAND. SOME EMOTIONS SCARE THE MANNEQUIN. LEFT NO REASON.
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Varied Time
02:51
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VARIED TIME. YOU CANNOT UNBURN YOURSELF. YOU CAN'T REMOVE THE NAME FROM THE WALL. WAKING SLEEP. TIPTOE AROUND THE PROBLEM. REFLECTING TIME IN THE EYES. AN ATHEIST UNTIL THE SHOOTING STARTS. A FLOWER IN THE EYE OF A GUN. NOTHING ENDS. NOTHING EVER ENDS. I HEAR A VOICE IN VARIED TIME.
I'M TOWERED BY A TOUCHING CIRCUMSTANCE WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE. TIRED EYES. NEVER MIND THE BURNING BODIES. LET’S FIND A PLACE TO SPEND THE NIGHT. HOLD MY HAND UNTIL THE SHELLING STOPS. A GLANCE IN THE EYE. INTO THE WATCH. NOTHING ENDS. NOTHING EVER ENDS. I HEAR A VOICE IN VARIED TIME.
NOTHING ENDS. NOTHING EVER ENDS. ERASE ME FROM THAT WALL. NOTHING ENDS. NOTHING'S EVER OVER. I HEAR A VOICE IN VARIED TIME.
VARIED TIME. YOU CANNOT UNDO YOURSELF. YOU CAN'T REMOVE THAT NAME FROM THE WALL. WAKING SLEEP. TIPTOE AROUND THE PROBLEM. THERE'S NO TIME IN THE EYES.
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Circle Of Gasoline
03:39
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AN ENDLESS CIRCLE OF GASOLINE. SURROUNDED MOTION, A BLUE FLAME. A MATCH WON'T SET IT TO BLAZE. DISTANT BREEZE, SINKING PHRASE.
KINDLING OF WANDERING SOULS. WONDER IF BUDDHIST MONKS HAD THIS PROBLEM?
SOMEONE SAID A SHIVER IS A GHOST PASSING THROUGH YOU. WHAT IF THAT GHOST ISN'T DEAD? IT ISN'T DEAD.
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The Cancerverse
02:45
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THE ACCURSED LEADER. THE CANCERVERSE. UNIVERSAL SPLURGE OF LYING AND TRUTH.
TWISTED, SICK MASS. CORRUPT FORMS OF LIFE. A WOUND OF TIME. DISPLACEMENT ANGER.
WHEN NOTHING EVER DIES EVERYTHING BECOMES CORRUPTED. UNIVERSAL EARTH. THE CANCERVERSE.
TWISTED, SICK MASS. CORRUPT FORMS OF LIFE. A WOUND IN TIME. DISINVOLVE- MENT CRIME. A WOUND IN TIME. DISINVOLVEMENT CRIME.
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F.E.A.R.B.L.U.R.
01:50
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THE ATOMIC MAN. A BLURRY HAND. ALL YOU KNOW IS ALL YOU SEE. REACHING INSIDE OF ME.
FEAR STARTS TO BLUR. BECOME AWARE.
HOW TO COPE? HOW DO YOU COPE? ALL YOU SEE INSIDE THE PHOTOS IS SHADOWS NOW.
FEAR STARTS TO BLUR. BECOME AWARE. DON'T DIE ALONE.
FEAR STARTS TO BLUR. BECOME AWARE. DON'T DIE ALONE. THE GODDAMN ATOMIC MAN.
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The Watcher's Eye
03:08
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IN DEFINING EYE. TIRED MOTIVATIONS. PLEASE, DO GO ON... WE ARE LISTENING. BEG A BUYING HAND. DEFENDING ISOLATION. BACKWARDS SLANTED EYE. SLIGHT BUT SLOWLY MOVING.
BACK AND FORTH THE PUPILS MOVE. UNDER HEAVY CROWN. THE POWER BLUE OF THE MOOD SHOCKS LESSOR CONSTITUTIONS.
WHAT A LOOK CAN DO. PRESSED INTO THE MEMORY. EVER BROUGHT TO YOU. THROUGH A GLASS TO YOU. TAPPED TEMPERED EYES. WHAT I AM TO YOU.
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Deleter Minneapolis, Minnesota
Skewed but catchy. Straight forward yet obtuse. Angry but thoughtful. Sleeker, simpler and
meaner.
Lyricist and guitarist Knol Tate (Satellite Voices, Askeleton, Killsadie, Hidden Chord). Bass guitarist and vocalist Travis Collins (Satellite Voices, Spirit Of 76). Drummer and percussionist Josh McKay (Farewell Continental, Mourner). Guitarist Jordan Morantez (The King & The Thief/Blue Green).
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