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Spartacus
06:31
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THIS HALLOWED GROUND I LIE UPON, SUFFERING, MY TEARS FEEDING THIS SEED, TAKING FORM INSIDE, HEAR MY CALLING, WORDS OF PROMISE, ASH ON THE WIND, GLIMMERING TRUTH, GLIMMERING DECEPTION, THE FOUNDATION OF MY BEING. HIS HAND UPON MY SKIN, HIS FEAR IN MY MIND, FATHER, TAKE ME ON, SHOW ME ALL THAT I'LL NEVER BE, TAKE ME ON, CAREFUL NOT TO CROSS THE LINE, YOU NEVER KNEW ME, NOW I CAN ONLY DREAM YOU A MEMORY. THE TALONS RIPPING MY MIND LIKE SO MANY TRAILS IN THE WIND, FIGHTING THIS CONTENTION WITHIN, CANT SOMEBODY HELP ME, CANT SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS CONTENTION. THROUGH THE TWO BLACK HOLES THE PATH AND PAIN ARE ENDLESS, IN MY EYES ALL SEEMS OTHERWISE, THIS SKIN IS A TRAP TO MY SOUL, A MISERY I CANT CONTAIN, THE ACHE IS DULL, THE ACHE IS SLOW, A CONTENTION WITHIN, IM ALL ALONE, IM ALL ALONE ASKING YOU TO REMEMBER ME, REMEMBER. THE WATER IS FOUL, UNTAMMED AND SPOILED, SWALLOWING DESPAIR IN QUANITY, MOISTENED LIPS DROWING IN BODILY FLUID, SHAMED IN ELEGANCE THE KING LOOKS ON, PROVIDING THE NEED THE WHORE DRINKS DEEPLY, A SPOKEN RAGE, THE DEAD MAN YELLS TO ME, DESPISE LIKE ACID DRIPPING FROM HIS MAW, HATE OF SENTIMENT AND VOID OF RESPITE, BEYOND IN SEARCH OF THE LIVING, ALIVE SEEKING DEMISE, THE REWARD OF THE OBSCENE AND SO HERE I STILL LIE ON THIS HALLOWED GROUND, SUFFERING AND FEEDING THIS SEED OF IMMORTALITY
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The System
06:33
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REGULATIONS ABANDONED IN FORGOTTEN HEAPS THE USELESS WASTED YOUTH LEFT BEHIND THE SYSTEM DIDNT WORK WITH YOU SO NOW ITS BOOTED YOU OUT OF MIND THIS IS THE SYSTEM THAT WORKS THIS IS THE SYSTEM WEVE USED ALL THESE YEARS TO COMPROMISE IF IT WORKS DONT FIX IT WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU IT WORKS WELL FUCK I GIVE UP IF YOU WANT TO MAKE ME INTO A BRAIN DEAD DRONE TO WORK YOUR SYSTEM WHAT CAN I DO TO ACCEPT AGREE YOU HAVE ME BY THE BALLS ITS THE SYSTEM YOU SET UP BACK IN THE SIXTIES EVER WONDER WHY THIS RESURGENCE MAYBE ITS ONLY THE BEGINNING DULLED SENSES TO THE OUSIDE TV WORLD I HAVE NOT YET BEGUN YOU WONT SEE IT COMING THE BRIGHTEST STAR EXPLODING IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD A WARM TINGLE OF RUNNING BLOOD DOWN YOUR NECK CRUSHED BY THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD CRUSHED BY YOUR OWN MIND THE BRAIN SHORTS OUT WITH SPAMS OF ELECTRICAL STIMULI THROUGHOUT FLASH YOUR LIFE BEFORE YOUR EYES BEFORE INIFINITY COLLAPSES STANDING BEFORE THE ABYSS READY TO JUMP ASHES TO ASHES HOW WAS YOUR INFINITY DID IT LIVE UP TO ITS EXPECTATIONS OF WHAT WAS YOUR LIFE SO MUDANE THE FLASH WAS DULLED IN THE DARKNESS AROUND IT WHEN ITS OVER ITS OVER NO SECOND CHANCE TO DO ALL YOU WANTED THE TV DOESNT LIVE PLASTIC PEOPLE BROKE DOWN OVER ONLY COME BACK LATER GOD DOES NOT EXIST JUST MENTAL MASTURBATION TO EXPLAIN ALL YOU KNOW YOU CHRISTIANS DONT KNOW SHIT
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Firemission
05:22
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REFLEX SLOWS DOWN TO NIL RAMPAGE OF OUR COMMON LAND ILL SARCASM INDUSTRY PILLAGE THRILL DESTROYING IS A REFINED SKILL DISTORTION CLAIMS NEWSPAPER SCENE MINDS BRAINWASHED CLEAN CLAIMING OURSELVES AS SO PRISTINE BRAINS TAKE LIFE FROM MORPHINE HYPERACTIVE SHUTTER MASTERRS CUE INTELLIGENCE TOOK FLIGHT AND FLEW OVER-INDULGENCE AS WE SUE HAND IN HAND SKELETON CREW NON-COMPLACENT MORONIC VIEW SOCIAL BOUNDARIES WILL ENSUE BOOKS BANNED IN PANEL REVIEW HISTORY FOR YEARS NOTHING NEW YOU THINK ZARATHUSTRA WOULD IMPEDE SOCIALITE CHILDREN HOOKED ON SPEED TRANSLUCENT REALITY INDEED FREEDOM WILL NEVER SUCCEED MIRRORED SELF WITHOUT ACCEPTANCE REVEALED INTELLECTUAL IMPOTANCE CRY TO YOURSELF NO ONE CARES
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Symbiosis
04:33
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Specimen 32
04:17
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TIME OF TRIAL BORN AND BRED IN THIS MELTPOT, SPOOLING HATE, TRAILS OF DISTENTION, AWAKENED AND ALIVE, I THOUGHT YOU WERE A DREAM, I WANT TO LAY DOWN AND DIE, WITH YOUR EYES OF ROT, INSIDE YOUR EYES OF HATE, THROUGH YOUR EYES OF INJUSTICE, DROWING IN SUBSTANCE, DROWNING IN RESISTANCE, ONE MORE MOUTH, ONE MORE PROMISE, ONE MORE LIE. CAREENING IN THE DISTANCE COMES MY DESTINY, YOU KNOW NOW WHY I HIDE, I AM SO ALONE, SO ALONE INSIDE MYSELF, ID LIKE TO KNOW WHO I AM, FALLING, ID LIKE TO KNOW IF IM ALIVE, KEPT AWAY OR PUT ASIDE? ANOTHER SOUL FOR THE MARKET, IN YOUR LITTLE WORLD, YOUR SELF MADE HELL, YOUR SELF MADE HOLE. TIME OF TRIAL BORN AND BRED IN THIS MELTPOT, SPOOLING HATE, TRAILS OF DISSENTION, AWAKENED AND ALIVE (HARDLY) RETAINING SUPPRESSION, SELF WILL, COMPROMISED IN BODY, COMPROMISED IN THOUGHT, WAITING FOR SOMETHING NEW, TAKING ME APART, LITTLE BY LITTLE, IM SO ALONE, SO ALONE INSIDE MYSELF, ID LIKE TO KNOW WHO I AM, ID LIKE TO KNOW IF IM ALIVE, KEPT AWAY OR JUST PUT ASIDE
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Cartafilis
05:59
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CONFUSSION IS A NATURAL STATE OF MIND OUR SOCIETY DOESNT WORK RIGHT WITHOUT NORMALCY THE STATE OF SHOCK TRANSFIXED STARING DOWN THE TRUTH TO SUBDUED PATHS TRUTH SHIES AWAY FORMING SMALL SCATTERED PUDDLES ONLY ONCE OR TWICE IN YOUR LIFE DO YOU FIND ONE BIG ENOUGH TO DRINK FROM OR SWIM IN PEOPLE WILL IGNORE THE POOLS EVEN WHEN IT SPLASHES THEM IN THE FACE THEY ONLY NOTICE IT WHEN DROWNING DONT WALK TOO CLOSE TO THE EDGE OF THE TRUTH YOU MAY BE TEMPTED TO STOP AND DRINK BUT PASSERBY MAY PUSH YOU IN UNCONSCIOUSLY AS THEY TRY TO WALK WITHOUT GETTING WET EVEN JESUS WALKED UPON THE WATER NOT THROUGH SO PEOPLE THOUGHT HIM ABOVE THE TRUTH DONT FRET AND DONT FROWN FOR THE RAIN WILL SOON COME DOWN AND AAS THE TRUTH DOES POUR THE PEOPLE THEY SHALL DROWN THE TEARS OF TRUTH CONFUSE THE PEOPLE OF NO USE BUT NO ONE DARES TO DRINK REMAINING IN THEIR PEWS
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Orbital Array
06:44
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DEEP DEEP SLEEP TASTING NOTHING TRANSFIXED ACCEPTANCE INHUMAN THING RESTORE OR DIE THIS COSMIC EYE YOU SHOULD FRY REFLECTANT SKY DESCENDING DOWN TO LEVELS LOW BARELY ALIVE FROZEN IN THE SNOW DISLOCATED AND OUT OF JOINT WHY AND HOW HAVE WE REACHED THIS POINT DESTINY CALLS THROUGHOUT THE HALLS ALL THOSE SHORT FALLS GUILT KICK TO THE BALLS THAT WONT WAKEN THE SLEEPING MASSES DRESSING UP LOOKING SMUG KISSING ASSES BEATS OVERLAPPING IN A CACOPHONY TIMBRE CAREFULLY OBLIVIOUS WHILE WE PAMPER THE YOUNG BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS SEPARATE THE THOUGHTS BY LANGUAGE CARRYING DISCARDED USELESS LUGGAGE PATCHWORK COVERING FIST HOLES IN A WALL MATCHING OUR SOCIAL ACCEPTANCE OF ALL IF THE STRANGE SHOULD PUNCH A HOLE IN OUR SOCIETY TRYING TO REACH THEIR SOUL LOCK THEM AWAY AND PATCH THE SIGHT WE MUST ACCEPT GIVE UP THE FIGHT DONT YOU WANT TO BE ACCEPTED OF YOUR PEERS THIS WE NEVER ANTICIPATED HYPER STATE OF SLEEP COMING AROUND
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Complacency
04:08
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ROWS AND COLUMNS LABELING ALL SUBSTANCE A BLIND STAB IN THE DARK AT STRUCTURES ALL SCIENCE DEMOLISHED BY ITSELF A MISSILE AWAKENED IN THE HALF LIGHT AS TTHE SUN BURSTS ON THE EARTH ITSELF CHARRED BONE FRAGMENTS AND SINGED HAIR THE SMELL OF DEATH LINGERS IN THE AIR REPEATING COUGH OF A CRUSHED WINDPIPE WHILE CHILDREN CRAWL WITH NO LEGS LEAVING BLOODY MUCUS TRAILS SCRAPING BONE ON CEMENT SKINNED BY FIRE BAPTISM OF SPIRIT HELL FIRE BRIMSTONE FUCK YEA SULFUR SMELLS FROM A HEAP OF FLESH GREEN MEMBRANES AND JELLS OOZE SUCKIN IN YOUR LAST BREATH OF LIFE AND FADE TO BLACK SUCH SLEEK BIRDS OF PREY THE WAR PAINT OF MISSILES RED WHITE AND BLUE SWALLOWING ALL PORTIONS OF EARTH IN SECONDS A QUICKENED BEATING ON HEAVENS DOOR REFUSED FOR RIGHTS OF PASSAGE AFTER ALL THIS WAS YOUR FAULT IGNORANCE WONT SAVE YOU YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING ANYTHING CARRYING AROUND A BUMPER STICKER DIDNT HELP HYPOCRISY DEMOCRACY COMPLACENCY BUREAUCRACY
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Driven In
07:55
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IN ANOTHER LIFE FIVE HUNDRED YEARS AGO I SEE YOUR SHADOW ON THE WALL HANDS AND FEET OF EUROPE I AM HOLDING MY BREATH IT GIVES ME GOOD REASON GOOD REASON TO EXIST STRANGE NOW TO THINK TO LIVE IN THE SHADE I DWELL POLICE LIGHT ON MY LIFE SELFHOOD MAKES A TEARLESS MAN I AM CAUGHT IN THE LANDSCAPE OF A PHOTOGRAPH CHANGING FROM DREAM TO DREAM IVE CUT THE LINES AND HUNG A NOOSE I WILL HANG THOSE THAT HAVE MISSED THEIR CHANCE I WANT TO RETURN TO NORMAL AND END WHERE IT BEGAN SELFHOOD MAKES A TEARLESS MAN I AM THE SAME MAN NOT ONE EYE AVERTED WITH A SUDDEN START I KNOW AGAIN THAT I DO NOT YET EXIST AND I WANT TO BE HELD SELFHOOD MAKES A TEARLESS MAN IN FIVE HUNDRED YEARS TIME NORMAL AGAIN BEGINNING WITH THE END FROM DREAM TO DREAM I HOLD MY BREATH I DO BELIEVE WE HAVE YET MET AGAIN SELFHOOD MAKES A TEARLESS MAN
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Missread
05:24
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STARLIGHT CORRUPTION MISSREAD GOVERNMENT MALFUNCTION NEEDLE IN MY VEIN BRAIN SCAN LIGHTS FLASHING ROUND REALITY IN NO MANS LAND ANOTHER PROBE ONE MORE INJECTION REALITY REACTION IN THE STROBE PIERCING THOUGHT WITH WIRE THROUGH MY VEINS I AM SHOOTING FIRE MY CHOICE THE RIGHT ONE SEPERATING SKIN MUSCLE TISSUE ROUND AND ROUND THE ISSUE ALL MY FEARS ALL THOSE TEARS THROUGH THE YEARS ONE MORE INJECTION, MY REJCTION FUCK YOU AND YOUR REDEMPTION MY GOD DAMN SELF ABSORBTION SHOT IN THE HEAD DOGS ON THE GROUND GOVERMENT INCLINE ON GOD YOU WILL RELY MANS BIGGEST LIE WASTED AND BLEED YOUR GOD IS DEAD
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CRM-114
05:13
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I WANT OUT YOUR ALL CRAZY MILD RETARDATION IS PUBLICLY APPROVED OUR MINDS DONT OPERATE CORRECTLY STRANGERS SEEM LIKE MORONS IGNORANCE IS BLISS I WISH I COULD BE LIKE THAT NOT KNOWING OR CARING OF MY FATE I AM ONLY FOOD FOR THE ABYSS AND THERES NOTHING I CAN DO IN PASSERS BY DULLED STARES NO LIFE EXISTS IN THEIR EYES HUMAN INSECTS FEEDING ON EACH OTHER FUCK OR KILLING THOSE AROUND DO YOU EVER WISH YOU HAD THE POWER THE EQUIPMENT TO BUILD A NUCLEAR BOMB WILLPOWER TO THIN AS NATURE SHOULD SCRAPE OFF THE DEAD SKIN LAYER THERE ARE MILLIONS OF PEOPLE UNAWARE THAT LIFE IS SOMETHING YOU LIVE SUFFOCATE ME TO BE LIKE THEM I NEVER TRIED TO CHANGE THEM IF I COULD CHANGE IT ALL I HONESTLY CANT SAY IF I WOULD SOCIALITE SOLDIERS MAY NOT KNOW BUT AT LEAST THERYE EASY TO CONTROL IF YOU HAVE THE MONEY MASS MEDIA HAS THE ANSWER IF YOU HAVE THE INITIATIVE AMERICA HAS THE MASSES A MILLION WAYS TO BECOME NORMAL A MILLION FAST FOOD RESTERAUNTS WONDER BREAD FASHIONED WORLD WHAT IF ITS PART OF THE PLAN SUBLIMINAL TV SPOTS NEED A WEAKENED AUDIENCE TO RULE ADVERTISING DOESNT WORK ENOUGH FIRST THE PUBLIC MUST BE DRAINED IF THEY GET NO SUSTENANCE THEY CANT FIGHT BACK WELL GIVE THEM JUST ENOUGH TO STAY ALIVE BUT NEVER ENOUGH TO GET AHEAD SEE WHAT IM GETTING AT ITS NOT THE FOOD ITS THE MIND OUR SOCIETY HAS QUALITY CONTROLS ON WHAT INFORMATION GOES OUT JUST LIKE THE FDA REGULATES MAKE THE IN-TAKE WEAKER THE RESULT IS A WEAKER PEOPLE EASY TO CONTROL AND MANIPULATE
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FPMO
07:20
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HEAR THE CRIES CALLING ME BEATEN BODY STREWN ALONG THE FLAGSTONES FOSTERED BY THE NIGHT RAPED BY THE LIGHT CROSS AND HERB AS YOU FEND FOR YOUR LIFE BILLOWING BREATH SEEPING ICE YOU CALL A HEART THE RED WHEAT MAN RAPPING ON YOUR FLESH STRUCTURE YOUR THOUGHTS IN MY SILENCE PRODIGY OF SOCIETY CONFINED WITHIN DESOLATE GREEN VAPORS CRUMBLING TOWERS ROOTED TO MY ESSENCE ADRIFT IN MY SANITY DECAYED SEDATED THE FORLORN HUES SPILLING THROUGH MY GRASP WITHIN MURKY AVENUES EMPTY FIBERS LITTLE PRODIGY TO MY SOCIETY CLASPING CLAWING BREAKING BONE BREAKING FAITH TAKE UNTO ME MADDENING SHADOWS RASPING BREATHING DIGGING THE DEAD LACK OF IMAGINATION KILLING MY REALITY LITTLE PRODIGY OF MY SOCIETY MY BIRTH YOUR LIGHT HALLOW ARE YOUR WORDS IGNITING MY THOUGHTS WINDSWEPT NIGHTS POISON TO THE SYSTEM SO SHOCKINGLY LETHAL I FIND YOUR SOUL BURY MY WORDS EAT THE RHINE MAN IN MOTION THUNDERING FLESH SEARING WHITE NIPPLES ERRECTING THE PURE MY CAGE MY ESCAPE MY REALITY LIVING ON STOLEN TIME MY DAYS WITHOUT HEAT PASTURE MY EMOTION RED AND VIBRANT FALLING THROUGH DESPAIR WATCH THE ANGELS IN PUTRID JOY DESCENDING THE VALLEY WITH A STAG IN HAND FEEL MY ARMS AROUND YOU PRODIGY OF SOCIETY
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Noxious Emotion has been brining Electronic Dance Industrial music from the NorthWest since 1992. During the height of the Grunge scene, Noxious Emotion was making a truly underground statement and musical style. This catalogue has been unavailable for years, now it's back, for those of you who want to know what it was really like during the height of the Industrial Revolution. ... more
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