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Megabloom
06:08
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When you're stagnant nothing happens, another virus and the sun sets again, when the time comes you'll forage for worms, you'll seize the dream but it melts in your hand. Don't feel lonely coz nothing will hurt you but your memories flitter and cut through the night.You prayed for tomorrow, but you have no foresight. No destination, no one I know. No explanation, there was never a doubt.
But the rain never came. There is no ticket, bleeding on railways. The seedy frustration, and your time is approaching. A glimmer of stardust, sprinkled over your broth. And your mind is a blender, and the locations the pain.Dream in a seashell. spilt in a rockpool, so sad you may feel. When the storm comes you'll be gone.
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Fire Gardens
05:18
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Disintegration of your heart and soul.
Annihilation of the mind’s control.
(Chorus)
Faded visions of the world. Faded scenery.
Jaded billions of the world, we’re jaded minions.
Memories of love and war. Creeping decay, controlling eye in the sky.
Love like cancer, raptured by your demise, forgotten by your absent god.
Controlling eye in the sky.
Raptured by this garden’s demise.
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Reasons To Disturb
06:09
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Hell And Harrowing
04:09
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The Outliers
03:58
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Hate Crime
05:24
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Is there a tendril of hope, onto which we can grope?, you're a victim of a sytsem given a ration of rope.
Now watch your back, as your neighbour is spying, and your best mate is watching, so you'll want to give up trying.
Your thoughts are everyone's to share, everyone's to screen, everyone's to deny.
Pre-determined and pre-destined to fail, your mind is the state's , and the state is unkind.
A billion nameless souls, with a crime to each face, but a billion lost ideals, that are smothered in space.
If all you get from hope, is a vision of blue, then you'll want to die right now, and pretend it was true.
Subjugated to a level conformed, inhale the state ideal, and exhale all that's real.Crushed to frustration, you've resorted to crime, now your destiny's ours, until the end of your time.
It seems every time you try to open the door, there's a thousand perished souls who had tried it before,
A stab in the back, from a voice in the pack, even your mother, whispers lies to another.
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Australian Electronic-noise-pop pioneer Luthor X Voltaire, melds ancient electrode therapy with Casio glitch ROMs presenting a cultivated touch to electronic garage pop.
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