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Test
06:10
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Tessellating isometric hieroglyphic signs carved into the paper by the skull-allow-ed blind creating aesthetic logic
frozen there in time; continuous voyage to the unreachable shrine.
When you submit to the deep, the cloud of unknowing, it seeps into the mind of the meek,
pushing you into the bleak when you submit to the void true chemical fused alloy;
when you discover the ploy, the tome of true knowledge. Arbitrarily miscommunicate plane geometry non-euclidean.
Homogeneously intensifying multiplicity specialization.
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Imp Inducer
05:37
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gibberish
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instrumental
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Grab Its Face
06:12
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instrumental
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Swashbuckler Maneuver
06:43
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Waking up tired and sleeping whole days, working overtime for a half-assed wage,
talking to your friends only twice, you say, but you wouldnít have it any other way.
Cutting off ties with the past of you, figures keep saying how rash of you.
Maybe they canít face the flashing truth. Maybe they donít see the last of you.
Most anachronistic thing youíve ever seen, an analog clock on a digital screen.
Tired of everythingís lack of sheen; nervous about even trying to disagree.
Buckle up hunker down, time to collapse, enter the bunker and cut off the synapse.
Everything is overrated, mental drain, humans especially, how fucking plain.
Feels like a pin being stuck in your brain. Feels like an endless job to shovel grain.
Buckle up hunker down, time to collapse, enter the bunker and cut off the synapse.
You wish that you were a pirate on the seas, swashbuckling, stealing shit from everyone and did not have to care about nothing.
Think of a life with no cares. No cares, happy.
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Memetic Mimesis
04:32
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Grand Problem
06:23
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In the beginning there was a story. I was just kidding, no, there was nothing.
In the beginning, yeah, there was something. There was a rhythm internalizing in you.
Total war, vanishing mistral fear, flowering burning song, unending burning crowd,
going to face the end whenever that happens, oh wait it did thatís right, oh wait it did thatís right, stop it all.
We're born again. In the beginning, there was a voice, there was a drum in the beginning, there was a voice, there was the dumb.
Ever rebirthing, ever so slowly, in the beginning, there was a story.
Untitled hell song, solid confinement, terrible lyric, already hear it.
We're born again. In the beginning, there was a voice, there was a drum/song.
In the beginning, there was a voice, there was the dumb.
Donít save us, save your time, yes, you must work offline. Rebirth slowly, repetition, volume of repetition.
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