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The Fixx
03:59
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Intoxicated, Infected by parasites, we maintain, we contain this disease...
A worldwide quarantine, now. The antibiotic, the vaccine to fight.
A festering wound, inhale, exhale, the plague, inhale, exhale.
A struggle to remain. Breathe in and out, all the lies.
Is the kode the antidote?
The need for a self-medication; This is The Fixx and this is the kode
It will not give ground, but feed on it's own.
This is the time and the place (for our), the hour of the injections to cure
Find a cure, a remedy for the mass majority.
Immunize our integrity, together we are stronger.
Our past will not determine our destiny.
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2. |
Not the Signature
00:09
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Wolfdays
03:54
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This signature of a sick nature, it steals the now of my life..
For I fear.. anything might bring my grave.
Always so far into projections, what will be, what will become?
Focus on the Now, tomorrow comes soon enough.
From the instant you saw the dawn of days.. there's just one truth, it's the approaching closeness of your grave..
Oh behold, the Continuum, just like a cliché.
And besides, there's no time like the Present.
For Death is so sure of it's kill.
You and your exaggerations of your expectations.
Made-up parallel delusions between the Now and the Never. (between now and never, now and never) (oh behold - no)
Wolves have no kings.
Oh behold, oh behold!
Nothing will matter when your name is carved in stone.
Yesterday, it's just another memory.. it's just another souvenir to me.
I remember my days as a wolf. Remember… wolves have no king!
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4. |
DeadCity Angels
04:53
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Brutal breakdown, the chemical makeup. Everything declines…
Everything will decline..
Angels who live in the City have much darker hearts.
And it froze him from within and without. This dead Metropolis, it hears all.
The angels used to sing in the DeadCity and he can’t understand why…they sing no more..
These songs of a desperate time.
The Ion storm drives a hole at the center core,
The foundation of a soul. A versatile vertigo makes the foundation of a soul.
Rise. They dwell in shadows, lurking behind,hiding, merging with the walls..
Greed gave themselves away, there twisted grin fixed on the prey, brutal breakdown.
Sing breakdown.
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5. |
Modern Failure
03:00
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In this time of consolation, we don't need no comfort.
Retrace back the steps. We surrender to weakness, the easy escape.
The retropulsion, the easy way out.
What justifies your mistake? Devise this sick, sick mistake.
Backward we all fall to the ground. Prevent this sick, sick mistake…
We are astray and we missed the turn, we are the failure.
With black fear we join against all ourselves so we can become the enemy.
Without conviction we become the enemy. Bring it back, the opportunity to fulfill what was lost.
Remember our dreams as they fade and cease to be.
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6. |
Babbage's Complex Design
00:30
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7. |
The Message
05:14
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Attention now, attention please. This is where it gets complicated. One can hardly take this constant stream of sources broadcasting, bound to resemblance, indifferent. The sphere is twisting and it doesn't stop. Overwhelming, isn’t it? Share, alter, misdirect. But do not believe.
Some will be lost and some will be scattered.
The message is futile, no one cares, no one listens. The machine is undone, motionless.
Stand in time, and the message is futile. The voices remain unheard.
Attention all, attention please. This is where it gets really simple. The truths are set before it reaches the cortex. Misstatement spins the evidence. Indifferent, the clock is ticking.. Isn't it?
Mouth wide open. This is the message, but no one's here.
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8. |
Before the Freaks
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9. |
After the Freaks
03:15
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We welcome you back to the freaky carnival, we’ve been waiting your return…
This marionette has but one spectator left. The music box brings you tunes of confusion as the kaleidoscope carries colorful pleasures… Come out to play, come see the play.
A Jack-In-A-Box bursts in mesmerizing lust, so beautiful, you foresee your hopeless destiny.
A single time is not enough to see it all, my child.
Again and again and again, ride the rollercoaster, again and again and again,
welcome to the carnival.
Hilarious tricksters outgoing some comic yet horrific prowess. Don’t be afraid the fair is still in town, so you can join the mime in his sadistic yet lunatic danse. But wait, it’s almost showtime..
Someday the symptoms (of madness), someday they’ll take you all.
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10. |
The Layers
00:47
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11. |
Mainframe
03:17
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Built from spare parts to bring us to the point where we..
Too fast for me to follow, we need.. No time to think, we need our daily dose
Focused on the abundance, it’s alright babygirl, my virtues remain the same.
I said it’s okay, I’m still in control. My grip on reality, it slips. I’m still the same I was before.
It’s alright babygirl, daddy’s gonna be just fine, oh no.. (oh you know it)
Am I still in control? Cause it sure doesn’t feel so..
It’s less and less right, replaced and modified.
Nullify, plug in, plug out. Disconnected. Losing control. Can’t keep up with this flow.
Rewind and play.
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12. |
Gaslight Romance
00:56
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13. |
Dual Pictures
04:27
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Staring at the dual pictures on the wall, the guilt deep inside. Silence in perfect circle.
Guilt and silence. Still breathing. A witness distressed.
Resumes your own life. Just a few little verses in a single paragraph. The last words written.
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14. |
50 mg
03:44
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All the way down. I’ll stay down here, I’ll stay trapped down.
No recovery, no release. Oh, no recovery, no..
The medication makes me worst. Trapped Down.
In this instant of lucidity, it seemed my soul was searching the nebulous sky..
Seeking spaces until the end of time, without any hope of ever finding the answers.
Head down. No recovery, no release. Oh no, a stranger to yourself.
Take one pill, twice per day. Never exceed 50 milligrams.
For it might just aggravate the symptoms
The Void. Down. Down. Down the rabbit hole I go. All the way down..
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15. |
mr. .oBz.
03:46
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Cravings. Dry hands. They shake. Tremble. Tremors.
No, they start to scratch and scratch again. A constant reminder. Remember.
Will the paintings be a window to the outcome? Will these writings be a spiral to a sickness?
Inside.
Will my screaming be the carrier to my healing? I am mr .oBz.
Will my longings be the foreword of my weakness? Am I mr .oBz?
Cravings. Give it time it will consume. Rain or shine. Just to feel safe, bleach the skin.
The itch and the tremors.
Will theses sculptures be a portal to the exit? Will the crafting be a vessel to this demise?
Inside.
When the blood appears the mind is clean and calm. Inside. The outside.
I've severed with the outside. So numb now. I feel myself grow so numb. Now.
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Sykode Montréal, Québec
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