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THE THAWING OF THE ANCIENT MAGICK PRACTICES (Ghoul)
Can we untangle the invisible web that captures each one of us before we take our first breath?
Conceive a structure impersonal, ambient, setting the standard for common existence?
Inexorable paralysis induced by shareholder interest
A superiority complex shrouded in longing emptiness
It’s our unacknowledged truth on this land we pillage through with meagre ROI monopolized
There’s only so much one can take before they give up, make a change to the way that they relate to the world, or go insane
I’m questioning society’s secrets so plain, unmistakable
They fly below the bullshit detectors of we unassailable
I’m questioning society’s lies, the promise of prosperity
Drive and desire squandered with cartoonish pure impunity
They never fuelled me
As a walking target market for modernity
I believe it isn’t worth it - no!
THE WAND OF OPPRESSIVE REALITIES (Ghoul and Tempter)
I’m questioning society’s secrets
CONJURING THE MOLTEN UNDERWORLD (Ghoul)
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The First Step is Belief
02:43
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The fire inside his mind was the recipient of campaigns for defeat to see it stomped out in the street
But their deeds he disavowed
He lived dissent and showed us how
The first step is belief that his life should have ended elsewhere than hunched over outside
That the struggle in which he fought was better off given his contribution
That people in cages the danger of constant surveillance don’t breed contentment and compassion
That a needle and open arms are no greater threat than legislated murder
The first step is belief
The first step is belief that the constraints we’ve taken for granted were simply imagined
That our brothers, sisters and cousins must not be fated as warehouse objects
DAWN OF THE FINAL PERSECUTION (Tempter and Ghoul)
Then we build against the fucking insane reality that he had lived and named
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Your Lullaby
03:10
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There’s nothing that gets the blood so quickly scorching through my veins like overpriced single-use water shoved into my face
By so-called radicals looking for a taste of market share while the world’s up in shit and flames
Need every encounter we have with each other build the strength of those who wish to keep us dependent on their despotic game?
Or could we set our sights on efforts to dissuade transactional relations to keep each other sane?
And save your lullaby: “if it’s me it’s okay”
And save your lullaby: “if it’s me it’s okay”
Your lullaby
Your lullaby
It’s said the righteous journey has evil on its way
But I won’t fill your footsteps, I’ll sooner dig my grave
DESCENDING THE GREAT PYRAMID OF LIES (Ghoul)
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Shells and Arrows
03:48
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In the wake of a comprehensive blow delivered to the base of human order by free-willed actors in a just populace would we learn our lesson or double down?
A code red for humanity assessed in its urgency as a lullaby
As the sun is swallowed up the smoke signals an incoming drone
Amid the flooding, the ruins, the frantic gestures to empathy and survival, the war god rears his head overtop shells and arrows
Those of us who were told to play along are thrust into combat
Lifetimes of promise the economic plus is worth it
Sights aimed at opponents we’d rather break bread with
The war god slowly nods overtop shells and arrows
Let’s give ourselves something to be proud of before it’s too late
What the fuck are we waiting for?
Warfare and collapse ain’t inevitable
What better time to turn the course than with survival in limbo?
I don’t want our only home - the land we know as sacred - sacrificed to make room for uninhabitable wasteland
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“Welcome to the otherworld of infinite possibility!
Look around and find a diverse swath of people who look just like me
Now let me tell you about our fantasy subversive infrastructure:
Hierarchies and inborn authority have no place in this community
We stand united as a body of social refugees creating art to draw a line that establishes a separation from radio slop and points to a better world for those who need one
If you need me I’ll be posturing with my friends in macho cyberspace!”
Can't you see that your mantras are out of date?
Please excuse me if I laugh in your fucking face
Taken for granted over years of obsession with social capital for minimum effort
And I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, my hope for action or the will they claim
INFORMATION EXCHANGED AT A FURIOUS RATE (Ghoul)
Welcome to the otherworld that looks more and more like earth to me
Can’t help but reflect on all the time that I was so naive
But some nights I still put the blinders on ‘cause I can’t live without it
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Apartheid
01:32
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She’s not going home tonight ‘cause mom had a relapse
He’s been acting out because the foster workers just don’t care
In this row of streets their agony is commonplace
And I think back to their age: aimless wandering and play to fill the days
Nothing separating us but colonial trauma and fifteen blocks and the agents of the state who trot out a caregiving masquerade
I see apartheid with a capital A
Can’t raise a monument for changes yet to be made
Self worship is not reconciliation
Never see you envy what the next person has
A semblance of defeat you refuse to internalize
Every single day you find a way to concentrate
On the basic elements of joy common in human experience
Maybe more of us could take a queue and find the will to appreciate the very presence of our kin and reconsider who we see value in
I see apartheid with a capital A
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Weight of Impermanence
03:39
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...AND SO I WALK AMONG SAND AND RUIN (Ghoul)
In the blessed moments we should cherish we can feel it linger
In the home of the herded elders my inquiries for wisdom met with wandering eyes and thoughts and my name confused for a second cousin’s
Watching life slip away
Despair in tranquility
Watching life slip away front row in my happy place
On a voyage through the bush as a wounded deer is mauled and left to frost
OUTRIGHT FAILURE TO COMPREHEND MORTALITY (Ghoul)
Overwhelmed by the weight of impermanence though it’s all that gives us life
How can one cope with the inherent tragedy without our elemental rights?
Overwhelmed by the weight of impermanence despite no routine sacrifice
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The Precipice
05:14
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SUICIDAL TRANSCENDENCE (Ghoul)
You can’t run, you can’t hide from a feeling that grows on the inside
You can’t thrive, you can’t love when every second you’re strangled by the breathtaking urge to give in to the misery and doubt
Then you recall what you’ve been taught: “That’s just the coward’s way out”
On the precipice
So close to commitment
Is it out of spite if I cross the divide?
If what it takes to be a man is repression of what you cannot manage then count me out
There’s no advantage to pretending you’re not fucking damaged
Oblivious are those of us who revel in the plunder while it takes us emotional hostage and props up domination
On the precipice
So close to commitment
Would it be a lie if myself I decry?
I don’t remember choosing to follow expectation or self police with patriarchal regulation
DETHAW...... (Ghoul)
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