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She scooped up the water from the salted oceans
They shriveled down to a hollowed out shell
and from their blood cultivated mankind
Spreading the seeds from across a southern land
a primal conclave governed by angst
and an unrelenting need for survival
And so they conquered the continents
From 300 germs to a cancer of 7 billion
They will fulfill the Omega Point hypothesis
or bring about their own extermination
We are the
flowers from stars
All matter in existence
including the iron in our system
is born from a collapsing giant
which we will again converge with
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Their fluids are burning red with passion,
streaming from their loins
Their bodies, entangled like photons
but so easily
separated,
almost as if they were never together
Steered by neurotransmitters
Sexual flames leave such cold in their wake
No, it was never love, just serotonin barrages
A heap of flesh, animated
Without a purpose whatsoever
They hold no significance
but I'll like watching them burn regardless
How can you ever so easily waste
the given of love?
Do you feel like it's yours to take
whenever you want to fuck?
The sensation of discharging liquids
in an act so intimate
is the equivalent of
pounds of chocolate
I will choose for the latter
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We're consistent spacetime travelers,
always voyaging into the future
We look only forward as we progress,
oblivious to the mess around us
Despite years of quantum physics,
biases bore the
one-way tunnels thoughts crawl through
Empty visions and convictions
Cognition spirals down a wormhole
to notions of feudal times
The things we think we know leverage
the rigidity of our uninspired mind
We know as little as
ants digging through the dirt
In hives
Tunnel visions dictate linear thinking
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The child's asleep in the crib
rocking back and forth at a woman's feet
When she wakes up, she seeks
for the feeding breast
of her mother who walked through the
rain of Agent Orange leaves
But she never walked again
Her baby's death begins to set in
The wet nurse feeds her tears as the eyes roll into the skull
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Death is an outdated concept
Data inside our neurons work like quantum computers
Do you not understand?
Time is cyclic and your soul
is determined to be reborn
Initiate suffering
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The modern day Philosopher's Stone
turns fossilized remains and blood into black gold
Reaping life and yielding profit from the dead fields
Post-colonialism sowing agony
Machines run on turmoil
taking the resources from your soil
Plucking the fruits of war
Justified by an ancient tome
They bring democracy to all who oppose them
and stand righteously in the shadows cast from Israel
They shepherd the sheep, but they're raising them like wolves
NGO's feed on the guilt of the people
while corporatists hold press conferences
And it all means nothing at all
because history
will recite its writings
in new blood over again
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Who needs drugs when you're depressed
and staring into a monochromatic retrospect
The hours blend into each other
Every day I hope it's going to be my last
Colors around me used to seem so vibrant
Now they look like the lies I told myself
If reality is what you make of it
then why can't it seem less fucking ugly
You're trapped inside a haze,
in vibrant tones of a shitstorm
Stains of lonesome intercourse,
the only thing you're craving for
But why would I bother
The screen isn't real
I'm off to bed, cut the reel
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There's a force that flows throughout us all
We're conduits to things that drift around
in the aether inside our minds
Life without creation is futile
Everybody's existence is pointless in life
The one thing that comes closest is the mark
that you intend to leave behind when you die
Immortal through your children or what you create
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Wings like a hornet drunk on disease
it carries inside its genitals
She seeps into my dreams like a pollinator
The absynthine fairy visits me
when I can't get any sleep
Like with the old masters she is
giving me visions to paint
She's like a drug, her resin skin tastes like leather
burning red scars into my back every time I drink her
She was once a girl that I knew, that I slept with
Now she's virtual, at least when I take my medicine
I took off her head, now I'm in a straight jacket
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We are subordinate to the government of physics
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Life has come to a crossroads
Yet it feels like crossfire
An infinite number of pathways
just lurking to lead you astray
Hellfire will wait beyond
No matter what path we walk on
Unfathomable misery
of which death is but the beginning
We shape the reality we live in
We have no choice but to fucking choose
Make sure you die content...
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...Because I am sure
that for Tesla this was not the case
They say he had
an obsession with pigeons
Ripped off by a wealthier conman
Only credited for winning the War of Currents
A genius who lived ahead of his time
His insights into the realm of physics
were not recognized until long after
he had died lonely in a New York apartment
It all happened so fast
Little do people know Edison was just a scumbag who never
came up with something that didn't belong to someone else
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Racial hate is typical
for people with low IQ's
We're all carbon-based life forms
who don't have a fucking clue
I'd call insects family
before I'd relate to you
We're all proteins, and we'll turn into dust
Why does it hurt
you to view man
as one race of
the latest in a line of primates
Born from the Earth, children of our
universe, we're all atoms
We don't have any purpose
but to understand why we are
here on this Earth, with or without each other
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My blood's clotting up like syrup, I would better rest
Instead of stressing about whatever lies ahead
The viscosity of this life flow is now keeping me
still in the mire fields I no longer want to be
Slouching towards horizons
Only to find that behind them,
there lies nothing new to me
Restrain my head from turning to
the dark waters I'm sinking into
I don't want to drown
I, I wish I could show
this peat field I am in,
I can't get out of these murky puddles
And everyone who wants to pull me out, I will drag deeper in
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"The flowers by the window need better care"
the doctor said to the lady who'd just lost her hair
to chemo therapy. Now she's back here
In a god forsaken place
Taking care for her husband, she never shed a tear
Their daughters and grandchildren never visit, they stay far away
Cursing at the sky for the fact their father seems to live on forever
The youngest one, she used to get visits from him late night
Now he's old, stuck on a medical ventilator, but still gets his wife
to have sex with his numb and bloated body
He threatens her with words and demeaning language
His daughter, desperately seeking closure
She ended the genetic line and killed the girl he gave her
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High energy, feels like imploding
under the weight of my own anger
Like a dead star my light will shine on for years
after I die
You'll be
ignorant as to what caused me
to collapse onto myself
My light will shine on for years
in the form of a picture
sitting on the mantel after my suicide
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In an era of such easy access, we seem to forget that we
still can be creative with what we
say and do, the words we use, not everything has to be
derived from what others have conceived
Infinite pools, full of ideas
squandered by our limited imagination
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The sheets are wet with dead petals
Letters of digital phrases
from across a town covered in waste
Reluctantly answered
But without much merit to the words
There once were physical bounds
like a protuberance wrapped around
the Earth's magnetosphere
Erased by the cold of the vacuum I ran to
I covered our bed
one last time with leaves
of angel's trumpet
Harvested what's left
And then she took it all,
decided to swallow whole
the flowers I gave for her birthday
and she sunk into the bed, never to surface from the petals
She slept with so many
But did she love any
of the intimacy
that I offered plenty
She's gone now
I let go of her hand
when I pushed her face into
the purplish yellow husks of our dead affection
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Faceless figures drift through the fractal
patterns of our reality
An observable 3D shadow
of a higher, more complex dimension
One we will never lay eyes upon
Limited by evolutionary restrictions
We are mere figments, born
from chance
so astronomically against
all odds
pondering life's meaninglessness
Turned against
our desire to please our
mechanical
neurological complexity
Fallible, gullible
Capable of thinking but not of knowing
Constrained by the logarithms,
the indomitable government of physics
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Bury me with each decision
Demotivation in extension to your envy
Choking me in my sleep
Showering in your fluids
Withering
Only in my dreams can I make you see
with my fingers pushed deep into your sockets
that I’m an unnurtured seed
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Radiate with your sickening smell
Delightfully disgusting
Amplified by septic deodorant
Like sensory rape
What if I were to undress myself,
expose myself for the piss ant I am,
would you still invite me into your womb,
look into my eyes and say “I love you”?
I can’t feel
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No one cares
No one can bear
self-loathing, or self-pitying?
No one around
No one to talk to
about self-loathing, or is it self-pitying?
No one gives a fuck
Can’t you see I’m nobody
I am no one
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Stuck in a twilight zone
Paradise on Earth
but Hell in my mind,
too remote to be found
Going nowhere at the speed of light
The dark is forever in sight
Forced to wander eternally
There is no way to look forward when you’re perpetually going down
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Can’t keep myself
Concentrated
I’m just afraid
I’ll fall into sloth
Nothing will keep
me standing on my feet
Nothing will change
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See the scars on my arms,
how they beautifully align?
They told me I have OCD
I don’t believe them
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Just a collection
A sculpture of molecules
All your choices;
electric impulses
Why do I care when a living thing dies?
Why do I imagine that it’ll live on someplace else?
I want to chase specters
Won’t you help me cope
I don’t want to die alone
When you see my arms shifting through the walls
You’ll know I’m dead
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Divided by partisans
Corrupted data erupts
Anomalous cataclysms turning all into faceless piles
Raging dualities between plus and minus ensure universal recreation
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The voices inside these walls are not anymore
I finally find myself standing on my own
Everything around me is meant for me to swallow
Pills = peace
No more unease, small fears, sweat and tears
No more voices in my head, just a dead TV-set and the pills to keep them away
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Dead auras
Controlled life forms
Diseased atmospheres
Drowned in transition
Worlds collapse
Decayed matter, reality
Warping dimensional gates
Spirits inside every object, blending in with my eyes and mind
Perceptive shift
Human nerves burn down to ash
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Soulless beings far away, reach out to me, strike me down
Empty, void of the empathy
Crawling inside me to ensure their happiness
Forever wallowing 'till I am brain dead
Trying to embrace soulless contempt
Cold, inhumane debauchery
Feeding on these sins
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Dislocated
Trapped behind barriers
Eighteen years in depravity and agony
This prisoner has done his time too long
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Understanding all the signs
You weren't meant to comprehend
Engineered
Syncretic absolution
The veil is to be finally pierced
Science of esoterics
Knowledge transcending the human concepts
Consciousness turning into an unstable mass
Brains melt, nerves collapse
Perfect vision achieved
Meant to transcend human knowledge
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Away your mind is wandering into a noosphere of tastelessness
Integration; assimilate with what you've always hated
We're all the same
Strangelets infecting me
Losing me
The shame of being nothing more than one with primates prospects my end
To set me free from meaning nothing more than a pile of shit
Failed destiny
Final solution set's in motion
Blatant self-destruction in unison
Strangelets decimating me
Losing me
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Systems go to waste, debilitate
Sensory depravity, captivity
Human nature, symbiotic interference
Programmed reactions, mental dissection
Broken mechanics, total obliteration
Insurrection, surreal meanings, entities, curiosities
Bastardized, synchronized, nullified…
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Infesting human cancer
Clandestine, astute protectors
Festering globe
No culture left to harbor
A stench to bear…
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Breathing silence
Eternal darkness
Devoid of the sun
Never to come
Abyssal gloom surrounds
Absence of life
Candles lit for the dead; all the light there will ever be
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Writhing with PTSD
Her husband is struggling with his sanity
Stuck limitlessly and bed bound
Stricken in manic situations
Filled with death and pain
Her tears are those of angel's to a man who has lost his life to his land
Blood runs from his daydreams about killing children
He's lost his closest friends, (strangers) to his own landline
Jihadi are peeking through the window
Their hair reminisces of his wife's
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Empty chrysalis, hollow butterflies
Remainder of what once was, buried in silence
And now I pray for the end
The eyes of watchers
Sewn she with silk wires
Hollow conundrums are all the moves them
And now they pray for the end
Iron maidens holding all the secrets of agony
Abysmal state, plummeting into emotion
We'll soon be the same
Reaping the matter in apathy
Chattering my teeth in anxiety
Seeping into death
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There's something about the smell of group sex
That just lures me in
Something disgusting about the way they move
That burns at my nerves
I'd like their heads to come off
The climax of my fetish
And I thought I can't enjoy sex
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There's a light at the end
That's shining with hatred
Like a halo made of migraine
Something's eating at me
It didn't use to be this way
I remember a time when life seemed to be just fine
It feels like aeons ago
Oh how life has changed us so
Lies make for an illness that affects your vision
You can't escape from the blackness your facing
The pigments are here to consume you
Beauty is so ugly
All your friends are enemies
They're all out to get you
You can't escape from the blackness
That you are now facing
You can't escape
Retaliate
It's all too late
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Molten brass poured down your throat
You will slave
Ridden with amnesia
You will slave forever
You will live
Embrace the daily dose of life
The cauldrons are ready to boil your blood
Cultivate from your stress
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Contains the Government Of Physics album from 2015 (tracks 1-19), remixed and remastered as originally intended; an unreleased split recording from 2012, also remastered (tracks 20-26), and the original Phantasmagoria demo (remastered, originally released on Grindcore Karaoke in Autumn 2011). All recordings handled DIY at Halenoise HQ.
released November 6, 2021
Shaken Baby was
Owen: guitars, vocals
Jasper: drums
Frank: bass
