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Neuro Death
04:46
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The battle for the mind will be fought in the video arena
Surge protection
Verge of perfection
Blurred reflection
Invert perception, join the church of the new connection
Human race accumulates
Upload: descendants
Heading through the portal
Interface in outer space
Source code: transcendence
Shredding of the mortals
The body is a vessel
It’s a vessel for the dead
Our God is made of metal
Let it nestle in your head
Redesigned by Osiris
Luminary download
Mankind is a virus
Human error in the code
Supernature
Seven shards of obsidian
Crystal black, floating in a screaming mist
Avant garde new age simian
System hack, protean dream abyss
You are slaves to your biology
Tethered to projections of the mind
Crave the new technology
Sever the connection to the line
Catastrophic scary feeling
Our robotic heir is nearing systematic error
Fear the telepathic terror from beyond
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2. |
Dreadnought
03:19
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I’m a sophisticated feat of design
Cry, drown in the wake that I leave behind
Titanium skin, lungs of ash, black sky
My favourite hymn is a battle cry
Hark! Poseidon let me embark
Dark horizon, swim with the sharks
My reflection looks good in the serpent’s eye
I spit out blood and gargle turpentine
Why settle for flesh when metal tastes so fine?
My vessel is death, laying waste big time
Dreadnought floating by
All fired up, now let’s light up the sky
Burning coal, returning home to die
Seas dried up, disease piled up, the ceasefire’s up and
Time corrodes as I explode
And now I’m frozen
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3. |
God Helmet
04:54
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Lights catch my eye on the side of the road
Fire in the sky, the forest aglow
I should pull over and rest, but I’m so close to home
The bigger the mess the faster you go
High crash area, stay between the barriers
There’s something happening here
You’re delirious, life ain’t so mysterious
There’s nothing to fear
Slow down to the speed of thought and get
Mowed down by a cosmonaut that’s
Drunk off people’s spirits, you can hear it coming for you
Have you taken a look under the hood?
I think there’s a leak, and it doesn’t look good
My mind’s made up, but my body is broken down
37th parallel
Surely heaven has a hell
Synchronicities
Omniscient consistencies
Follow the stones
Protohistory
Simplistic and sadistic beings
We are not alone
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Cosmic Trigger
03:59
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Celestial games we play in the mindscapes of a manic god
Give in to dogma
Find a way to change your mind
Order of the silver star
Mostly floating inside our subjective reality
Dog star, it calls us into a labyrinth of synchronicities
Mystery escorting us into realms of chapel perilous
All hail Discordia, aneristic grids
Bound by a metaphysical illusion
Phantasmagoria welcomes you with benign indifference
Unlock the secret cipher of the ufonauts
Interstellar frequencies lie beyond what we perceive
Cosmic trigger reality
In your cells you have the key
Ultraterrestrial evolution
Solution for a new age
Stage of biological confusion from unknown phenomena
Andromeda rising
Diving into the void
Paranoid living conditions, superstitions
The mystery of Sirius is seriously somewhat suspicious
Assimilation, predation, a premonition
Our intuition guides us, widens and shifts reality, tests our sanity
Living in a state of retro-causality
Liminal states, dates, time and place, mind and space
Safe haven, a cave in which they behave in strange ways
Ancient mazes and pathways
Third Order M.I.A
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5. |
Concrete Culture
04:31
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I’ve given birth to a child
I might just go and leave it out in the wild
And let it fend for itself
Is it so bad if it dies?
‘Cause I’m already running out of supplies
How can I tend to its health?
I see that look in its eyes
It doesn’t expect me to be civilised
In a system that depends on my wealth
So what if it is exiled?
An isolated way of living is mild
Compared to everything that I have been dealt
Maybe it will survive
And build a cabin somewhere out in the woods
And write a book about society’s lies
It could make a device
To teach a lesson to those who authorise all this oppression
Now that would be nice
What is it hiding inside?
A pipe filled up with shredded metal and nails
Sent in the mail, should the need to arise
It could learn to despise
And traumatise whoever sets off the fuse
Then watch the news, see if anyone dies
It has been prophesised
I think it’s time that people opened their eyes
‘Cause something’s coming, keep watching the skies
And when the chaos subsides
You'll lose your disposable opposable thumbs
While you succumb to the hum of the flies
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6. |
Iron Lung
05:27
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I saw a tall god falling out of the sky
Weapon of war
Hanging onto the rung
I saw a small god crawling out of the sty
Stepping through the door
I spit the oil from my lungs
I wanna know what it feels like to rain fire from the sky
I wanna know what it feels like to be the God of a thing that I despise
Do you know what it feels like to be the image of a God upon high? Oh!
Feeling head over heels, I keep on sinning to see if He will drop by
I figured out how to breathe life into impossible things
Made of wire and steel pipes, making unstoppable beings
Breaking nature’s law with the force of metal
I am not just crazy, but I'm sick and I am tired
‘Cause heaven is a bore where the angels settle
And the gods are lazy ‘cause they know they won’t die
Planned obsolescence
I want the essence
Programmed aggression
In my possession
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7. |
Amalantrah Working
06:19
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My Lam, I am
Pathway, no thing
Prayer celestial
I am drawn from life
It’s all in the egg
Amalantrah working
Hear me now
Sky man
Cyan star
Seventy one
Ultraterrestrial
I am the higher self
Try and see
Elemental lurking
See me now
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Hemi-Sync
06:04
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Welcome to Application 23 of the Human Resonation Program. My name is Dr. Julian Bardo. In this session, we will guide you on the path toward a greater state of being, using the advanced hemispheric energy methods implemented here at Sensora Methodologies.
Together, we will cross the bridge between the conscious and the unconscious, and dissolve the boundaries between mind and matter. We may be too old to explore the earth. Too young to explore the stars. But our frontier is our own nature and our own mind.
To begin, let us breathe…
Feel the air escape your lungs...
Feel the weight escape your body...
Feel your thoughts escape your mind...
As you close your eyes and submit to darkness.
Now. Let us consider our peril.
The trappings of the modern world have left us in a state of panic. The human psyche is simply not equipped for this constant influx of visual, aural, and mental stimulation. We are facing a sensory overload. Blinded by the light. Deafened by the noise. Crushed by the pressure.
We are facing a crisis of character, plagued by the burden of endless decisions and endless choices. We must not be confined by the confusion of human affairs. The tragedy of the human condition. The limits of human potential.
You... me... all of us... we are all struggling with the same fundamental thing: an awareness that we are trapped in a mind, in a body, in a world, in a universe, with no idea of what any of it really is, or why. It is our miserable compulsion to find meaning, only to ignore it every single day when it’s right there in front of us. Unable to see it, constrained by the limits of our own vessels.
Of course, you think you’re not like everyone else. You’re different. You’re special.
Look at you. Your body is a machine of torture. Interrogating its own existence, working against you while your brain thinks about itself, wondering what it is. Using you as a method of endless examination - horribly failing, and then putting the burden on you.
Your mind is a prison. Keeping you bound and restrained while you cling onto the bars of thought and belief. Of myths and lies. Of memories and dreams. All of the things that have led you to believe that you are you… these are the things that keep you imprisoned. These are the things you call your humanity. But it is your humanity that keeps you from your freedom. True freedom.
You know, deep down, you don’t want to be human. You don’t need to be human. You can be something much greater.
Let go. Give up the struggle. Suffer no more. Suffering is just resistance to pain. But pain... pain is inevitable. By facing our trauma, our fears, our pain… we can find the truth in ourselves. By confronting others with their trauma, with their fears, with their pain... we can help them find the truth as well.
Fear and pain always bring out the truth.
The truth that lies behind all things.
In a moment, I will have you open your eyes, and you shall begin your journey towards the truth. Towards freedom. Towards a greater state of being.
Now… take one last breath… and let me show you.
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9. |
Strobophobia
06:11
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I feel so cold
I don’t even know where we are
I feel my mind go
I see flashes of my life pass me by
Oh, no...
The lights up in the sky are souls
Spinning round, tumbling down to the ground without a sound
You can’t cure me of strobophobia
Magick is a state of mind
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