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Universal Leash
03:01
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A CRACKING WHIP CAN BE HELD IN ANY FIST,
EQUIPPED WITH A SILVER TONGUE,
LICKING US UNTIL WE SUBMIT.
PLEASURE AND PAIN BRING
US TO SIMILAR PLACES HERE-
A TOTALITARIAN SIGNIFIER
CAN FLOAT INTO OUR SPHERE.
DRENCHED IN GUILT,
THE WAGES OF ALL DEEDS IS DEATH;
PUNISHMENT SUITABLE FOR THE GODS
TO DAMN US FOR OUR BREATH.
IS THE FUTURE A BOOT STOMPING A HUMAN FACE?
IN THE EYES OF THE DESPOT
HUMANITY'S ALWAYS DEBASED.
IN THE SHADOW OF BIG HANDS,
WE KNOW THEIR CAPACITY TO GRIP.
LONG FINGERS WRAP AROUND US,
ENOUGH PRESSURE CAN MOLD OUR FORM.
USER-FRIENDLY SUBJECTS TAKE TIME
TO BE BROKEN IN TO PERFORM.
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The Drive
05:11
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SOMETIMES A FATHER WILL SPARE
THE ROD IN EXCHANGE FOR FISTS,
AND THE CHILD IS STILL SPOILED-
TO BECOME MASTERS OF LONG SLEEVES AND VEILS,
AND WILL THEY HIT OR SEEK A STRIKING HAND?
KNOWING EYES WATCH CLOSELY
AS THEY JUDGE VICTIMS.
A CHILD IS BEING BEATEN-
SINS OF THE FATHER REFINE A PALATE FOR THE PAIN.
LIKE THE HIDDEN BRUISES, YOU PROTECT HIS NAME
BECAUSE BLOOD RUNS THICK.
IT ACCUMULATES THICK UNDER UNBROKEN SKIN
AND I'M STILL AFRAID.
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3. |
Nostalgia For Dreams
03:01
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I SEARCH FOR SHELTER IN THE NIGHT
ONLY TO IGNORE.
WHEN THE SUN COMES, MY FLESH SIMPLY BAKES-
MY BODY SOAKS WHEN THE RAIN POURS.
FINGERS TWITCH IN SAFETY- SEARCHING FOR DIRT;
A BODY IN SEARCH FOR POTENTIAL HURT.
A MASOCHIST FINDS PLEASURE
AND LURKS OVER SLUMBER-
INACCESSIBLE SLEEP,
UNDESIRABLE SLEEP.
PUPILS SHRINK IN THE SUN.
KNEES BOW DOWN IN THE SUN.
BODY LIES PROSTRATE IN THE SUN.
I SURRENDER TO THE SUN.
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4. |
Until It Hurts
02:08
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BEAT A HORSE CLOSE TO DEATH
BEFORE GIVING WATER,
OBVIOUS DAMAGE CAN
EVENTUALLY STIR US TO BOTHER.
WHEN THE RIVERS ARE FLOWING WITH POISON,
AND DEATH TOLLS ARE HIGH,
WHEN MARGINALIZATION KILLS ENOUGH
WE CAN CALL IT APARTHEID;
WHEN WE WAIT TOO LONG AT DEAD ENDS,
WE CAN QUESTION THE CHOICE,
IF SOMEBODY ELSE SCREAMS LOUD ENOUGH
WE CAN RECOGNIZE THEIR VOICE.
UNTIL IT HURTS.
THEY SIT IN TOWERS SIPPING WINE
AND WATCH THE WORLD DIE.
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5. |
Desperate Prayer
03:07
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REACHING FOR CONVERSATION OVER THE BAY BRIDGE,
I HESITATED TO THROW MY HEART THAT FAR-
KEEPING IT TETHERED, I'LL RAIN FIRE ON YOU,
OF PASSION AND FEAR AND
TURN LOVE TO A KILLING FLOOR.
TO MAKE A FAITHFUL SERVANT
AND NOTHING OF A FRIEND,
MY APOLOGIES TURN TO GUILTY SERENADES,
BUT SO MANY TIMES CAN
FORGIVENESS BE GRANTED ON KNEES.
LOVE CAN BE AN ACT OF VIOLENCE
THAT BRINGS US TO BEG
FOR ALL ITS LASHINGS,
IN DESPERATE PRAYER OUR BODIES BEND.
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Human Simulacra
03:18
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WITH A DUTY TO ENJOY-
I SUBMERGE MYSELF IN THE PROCESS,
FREEDOM SHIELDED WITH MORE BARRICADES,
EVEN TO THINK IS AN ACT OF DEFENSE.
HOLY CAPITAL WANTS MY HEART AS WELL AS MY HANDS.
ALIENATION FROM THE PRODUCT- FROM MYSELF
- I AM FOREVER FORCED TO DANCE.
AUTOMATONS MIMIC THE SEX AND EATING-
WORK AND SLEEPING.
AUTOMATONS ARE LIBERATED
FROM THE HUMAN CONDITION.
ABSORBING SURPLUS-
ENJOYMENT BECOMES OBLIGATION;
EFFICIENCY PREVAILS
WHEN OBEDIENCE IS ACCOMPANIED WITH EMOTION.
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Fantasy Statues II
03:11
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WE TOOK OUR LIVING BODIES,
AND TRANSFORMED THEM TO STONE.
TO MAKE US MORE THAN HUMAN
WHERE ABSTRACTIONS HAVE SHOWN.
FAILURE SAVED US FROM FAILURE-
TO WARD OF DISAPPOINTMENT;
DREAMS STAY ALIVE
IF THEY NEVER REACH ENJOYMENT.
BIG OTHER HAS SMASHED OUR LOVE-
BIG OTHER'S CANONIZED OUR LOVE.
ABORTED EXPERIENCE
FORTIFIED DESIRE
THERE'S ROMANTIC NOSTALGIA
FOR THOSE WHO CONSPIRED.
BIG OTHER CRUMBLES-
AND EVERYTHING IS FORGOTTEN.
INFATUATION CAN LAST SO LONG,
AND EVERYTHING IS FORGOTTEN.
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8. |
Decentrement
04:31
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WAKE UP TO STATIC SILENCE,
DIMLY LIT EYES CONNECTED TO EMPTINESS.
INTROVERTED, PERVERTED FANTASIES,
A FROZEN MORNING, FEELING THE ELECTRIC HEAT.
A DIM HUMMING AS YOUR WARM YOUR HANDS.
DIGITAL LOVE
DIGITAL SEMEN
DIGITAL MIND- EXTERNALIZE THE EXPERIENCE
DIGITAL THOUGHTS
DIGITAL SOUL
DIGITAL SHIT- OUT OF BODY ENJOYMENT
DIGITAL REBELLION
DIGITAL NATIONS
DIGITAL WORLD- VIRTUALIZED STIMULUS.
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9. |
Labor of Love
05:16
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MY GREY SKIN DRAPES
OVER AN INSATIABLE INFANT
THAT SUCKS ON NON-EXISTENT BREASTS-
IMAGINARY MILK TURNS TO REAL BLOOD.
THIS IS A LABOR OF LOVE.
IT DOES NOT LIKE THE TASTE,
BUT FEEDS TO THE LAST DROP.
TRANSFORMING INTO DUST-
I'M PAYING FOR MY LUST.
AS YOU NURSE YOUR TIRED JAWS,
I SPOON MYSELF TO YOU.
SHOWERING YOU IN POWDERED BLOOD
TO COAT YOUR SWOLLEN TONGUE.
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Haldol Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Current members:
Aaron M- drums
Geoff S- guitar, vocals
Andrew C-
bass
Past members:
Tiff Cheng
Matt Martin
Joey Cantrell
Ryan Saito
Trey Stallings
Sean Flint
... more
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