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Terminated Scum (Demo)
01:55
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Disfigured Effigy (Demo)
01:20
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Bleeder
00:39
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Sword Swallower
01:40
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I've watched both of your infernos just to scoff at what you burn.
Drawn, quartered then gutted twice for good measure;
No hands laid on the maiden, no voice touch her virgin ear.
I despise this petty morality of man.
Fuck Gods, fuck cops, grind it out.
A future not far, coercion and greed;
Spilling the blood of generations to come.
Fruitless attempts at resurrection;
Of faith ripped from the womb.
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14. |
What You Saw
00:53
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And amidst this growing harmony they wept;
Shaking me to pieces.
I will never be able to convey the grotesque;
The window! The window!
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Pyramidas Rises
02:07
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The colossus, he approaches;
To descend upon the golden.
Rife with misery, rife with hate;
Stand before the towering monolith!
Rising from his tomb of sand;
To blister the skin of the meek and the foul.
Locusts swarming to devour;
An ancient savior's curse.
I will consume
I will consume all
I will consume
Devourer the gods
Iconoclasm
All you have forsaken
What never should have been forgotten
I will consume
I will devour
I will consume everything
Collapse.
Burden.
Mistake.
Bleeder.
No more relics, no idols;
Antiquity has it's joy.
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16. |
Communion
01:34
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This is the passion of demons drilled through.
Collecting dust for the grim and the meek.
Dystopian handshakes in imminent approach.
Lets gather 'round;
Employ the envoy';
Shred the evidence;
Dispose of the body.
Despite the mutilation and assimilation;
Gripped so tight, and poured to swallow.
And a man buried in so much anger, and hate, and frustration;
Bleeding blind, scuttling forth.
Crawling in hatred, in filth.
Bleeding.
Parasite union drop dead, a future we cannot sustain;
A communion of unholy dissection;
Rotting in the tombs of the present.
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17. |
Headache
00:57
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This confusion you have bonded to me;
Bound by psychic locks.
My thoughts binding and biting, dead space;
Coughing, twisted and sputtering.
When I escape this brain hell your demise won't be swift.
I ponder your death a thousand fucking times.
Insanity spat forth from the brain of a lost soul;
Divine intrusion an excluded promise.
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18. |
Death Dance
01:25
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You struggle so hard just to hold on;
But I won't let you drag me down.
Priceless liar, devotional sinner, maimed maiden.
Fuck off; drown; die; I don't care.
Remove your empty self portrait from the wall.
Liberty is here, and so is your end.
Misfortune following you around every corner.
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Liberty pulled from the wretched to cure this cancer.
Knowing that without action, we will surely die.
Pierce the remains of your sickness and stand tall.
We need a martyr for the stained lungs of our fair city.
These castle walls won't hold us in for long.
Our carapace shed, our wings unfolded.
I suggest you take back your corporate lies.
Brain melting, repacking, shipped to your home.
What are you really consuming?
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20. |
Cybersaurus (Revision)
01:55
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Our deeds have finally been punished.
To wipe us from the Earth, it has manifested in our wake.
All we can do is sit back and accept destruction.
We deserve this.
An ultimate destroyer brought upon humanity.
Crumble, fall, die: there is no hope.
Astral bullets-decimating cities.
Bathing us in blood and rebirth.
This swath was unavoidable.
The cybernetic spawn crawl back to their pits.
Always watching.
Always waiting.
For us to fail.
Seraphim of steel and scale.
Gunning down our flaws.
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Lotus Blossom (Revision)
01:20
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You left me in a fucking mess.
No words, just depravity.
I won't play your game any further.
Descend into the ruins.
Feel the tearing of your wings.
Feel the beating of your heart.
I'll smash every memory of you.
And purge myself of your existence.
Everything swept into the fire, everything is gone.
In this tomb, you shall destroy no more.
I am free from the Goddesses grip.
I am ready for ascension.
I hope you know your failure.
Expelled from our plane to wither.
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My hatred for this earth over floweth.
You're all a fucking waste.
You're all fucking nothing.
I can't believe someone like you exists.
Punch yourself in the face.
I curse each and every single one of you.
To life of failure you are deserving.
Wasted life in it's very essence.
Everything must be cleansed.
Rot in your attempt to be something.
You will never matter.
x2
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23. |
Car Alarm Car Bomb
01:17
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You should know, you had the prettiest look on your face before it caved in.
Beautiful.
You will never see the sunrise again, you will never feel again.
This is too real.
Nothing left of you, nothing left of me.
If I had the chance I would've dumped your ashes in the lake girl.
But you're gone now.
You won't hurt me or anyone else anymore.
No remorse, no shame, no pity.
And that you could ever do this to me girl is an awful shame.
An awful shame.
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I've seen comets collide.
I've seen the cosmos die.
These frequencies from the heavens are cutting me up from the inside out.
Millenia will pass with no changing fracture, a static death.
(And as we fall freely in this melting system, I often wonder.
Where do all the kingdoms and stars go when even oblivion is shattered?)
Millenia will fade, like sand through our fingertips.
Existence is changing, collapsing with antiquity.
Our heroes will disappear, our love will burn.
Faith will fall, but that too, shall fade.
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I thought this was real.
You took me away from it all.
You ripped my dreams from my skull.
And here I am on the edge of eternity.
Laughing blindly at what you have become.
These bright lights have left you staggering in your blindness.
Let me show you how its done, how to defy reality.
And here I am on the edge of eternity.
Laughing at who you've become.
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Pulse Demon thinks Machine Cat needs to slow down his drinking habits.
Cat Machine thinks Pulse Demon needs to mind his own fucking business.
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28. |
Continual Feedback Loop
01:22
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My mind is a television and I can't believe this fucking broadcast.
Turn the contrast down my eyes are bleeding.
Connections faltered, severed at the base.
I know nothing of extremes, only shortcuts.
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Vulgar Glam
00:32
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Robot Casket
02:03
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Life flashes before our lives millisecond by millisecond.
Where has all the time gone?
The body will die, the brain will fail, and we will all be replaced.
Where is anything anymore?
And you will know their coming by the cranking gears and spitting cogs.
0's and 1's are the new dialect.
I died.
Machines marching, our blood causing oxidation.
All utopias lost, everything is dead.
This was our God and everything we could have ever hoped for.
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This is an electric bio-nightmare.
Coursing through your veins, draining who you are.
We never saw this coming, we never fucking knew.
Poly-morphing lights in a sea of nothingness.
Crystals refracting thoughts torn open.
As it all caves in I see what I am.
I am everything.
I am an ocean of lights drifting.
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32. |
Cybersaurus
01:55
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(Instrumental)
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Lotus Blossom
01:24
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This is a beauty unlike I've ever beheld before.
(Cross her fucking out, take everything from this flower.)
And as her beauty begins to fade from her detachment, she withers.
Pedal by pedal, she becomes a frail being with no hope.
But no this can't be me, this can't be fucking me.
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He's so beautiful I can hardly stand it.
He's so beautiful it makes me wanna rip my face off.
Please let me bask in your love.
In your combs.
I will rip myself apart for you.
I will give you everything you've never wanted.
NO ONE TRUSTS A MAN WITH A SACK ON HIS FACE
I will crush you in your boat.
Send you out to sea to die.
Watch your family waste away.
But know you are still...
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35. |
Deathstar Rising
03:40
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Repreive #1
02:22
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Deathstar In Ruins
03:53
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Repreive #2
02:17
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Deathstar Repaired
03:54
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Nascence
00:58
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There is no God here.
No rituals to abide by.
No sand to slip through our fingertips.
This is your new God and this is your rebirth.
Everything is slipping through the cracks.
Idol worship.
Blood loss.
Spineless.
Cowardice/regret.
Loss.
Disharmony.
Liturgy/silence.
(Gibberish)
Lifeless.
Motionless.
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Computer Casket
00:59
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This is a planned obseletion.
This was a test.
You are a test.
(This doesn't concern you, back to your screen where you'll live forever.)
Programs disabling human nature.
Programmed loneliness.
Where have you gone?
Where are you now?
Disregard the fact that you are now a shell of a man.
In a computer casket.
Zeroes and ones in a reflection of human thought.
You'll find me in the hollowed out bones, of your memories.
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42. |
The Writer
00:22
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Written word or soul-less ink?
Artist or destroyer?
These hands plagued still with broken glass.
Craft no more lies nor images.
Dead.
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43. |
Black Prayer
00:46
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Contamination in the human spirit.
We are all in a world of shit.
Let's send a prayer to the gods and hope for the best.
Fuck all conventional thought processes.
Doom to future generations.
God has no place.
And neither do we.
None of this is ours.
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44. |
We Get Signal (Beta)
02:17
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Gentlemen.
Let me introduce you to a universe in
which you haven't seen the likes of.
In which is unreal to your eyes.
How can I save myself when I'm drowning
in my endless stars?
When I'm drowning in such blackness.
We may get signal. We may not.
All of our base, may belong to them.
No.
We will carry on. (We get signal!)
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45. |
Starborn
01:36
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Born to save this starry black wasteland and return it to it's prior grand state.
I will swallow this bitch whole and emit it's true form.
Some say it can't be done.
Some say I'm fighting a losing battle.
What they don't know is.
I'm motherfucking starborn.
(Colors grace the sky, and I know someday that will be my place. I'm starborn.)
Spacey expansions open to new doors.
Glittery eyes reveal the truth of what has happened here.
I will save this place.
I will remind them all of our true form.
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46. |
Fowl Play
01:01
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Boom, boom, one-two-three-four!
Gut that fucking dog and throw him to the
ducks.
They might find his fucking body, or they
might not give a fuck.
I know I'd rather blow my own brains out
than deal with you.
I find it hard to believe you're laughing with me.
Because I'm not even smirking.
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Materia Management
01:19
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(And it's not even like a serious thing,
but sometimes I see myself changing the
way it all works.
Between swords and summons I know what
lies ahead is like a real journey.
Not just for me. Comrades, we can become
something great. We may emulate our
heroes, if we apply ourselves and manage
our materia in the proper fashion.)
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48. |
Viral Necrosis
01:52
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Some call it consumption, I call it a mere second wind.
Under that presumption, I'd guess you'd all shoot me down .
This rotting flesh belongs in a casket, but I walk these streets a defiant carcass.
Ever hungry.
Ever devouring.
Within I am empty, only a twisted mass.
Ever hungry.
Ever devouring.
Bring me my feast.
But please do it quick.
Bring me a bullet.
But please do it quick.
(I can't survive like this. I am a monster. Please kill me.)
This plague they have wrought, is all that I have become.
I am the epitome of disease.
Only destruction of the carnal brain will cure this city.
Father, please forgive me.
Please.
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49. |
Scenebro / Fagcore
01:01
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(Oh my god, my hair's getting all messed
up, what do I do what do I do?
I need new tightass pants.
Maybe a new Asking Alexandria shirt.
Some new plugs.
I want to look just like all of my
friends.
What?
Be myself?
This IS me.
It's not a phase mom, it's me.
Now where's those stunner shades and
circle scarf I bought at the thrift store?
Faggot.)
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50. |
Mechanoarachnophobia
01:05
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Crawling like an insect, my directive is to find them and make them pay for what they've taken from me.
Cybernetics fused with my intellect?
You'd better fear my fucking web.
Lifeless metal embedded in organic perfection?
Your destruction is only a matter of time.
Pathways forged by my own creations, that I must carve my swath of desolation in between.
Are you afraid of eight-legged demons?
Do you know what lies beneath your feet?
Are you afraid?
You should be.
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51. |
Zero Wing (Demo 2011)
02:17
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52. |
Kirby (Demo 2011)
01:36
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53. |
Metal Gear (Demo 2011)
01:57
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54. |
Duck Hunt (Demo 2011)
01:01
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55. |
Pikmin (Demo 2011)
01:33
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Interlude A (Demo 2011)
01:19
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Glitch City (Demo 2011)
03:21
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61. |
Interlude B (Demo 2011)
01:01
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Spider (Demo 2011)
01:05
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Eggman (Demo 2011)
03:15
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Waluigi (Demo 2011)
02:25
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Mother Network Las Vegas, Nevada
A vow to protect the future. Las Vegas based progressive/experimental cybergrind and nintendocore artist.
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