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1. A Happy Story 2. The Fall of Modern Thought 3. Beryllium Crisis 4. A little uneasy 5. Sheep of sad fate 6. Beehive 7. Mesoria a Larkara 8. A Zen Horizon 9. Trilobeth 10. To a Somber Place 11. Subconscience Function 12. Torn Again
LYRICS - SOKARIS, SULEIMAN (BURZUKH) and SHAMANeK / MUSIC & VOCALS - CAL SCOTT RECORDED 2007
by SHAMANek
Your well behaved, white teeth Safe with the corporate belief you eat your food you go to church and I dont think your ever rude youv'e got your job and your well employed and your never paranoid its a happy fucking story Got your happy blode haired wife Yes thats where the futures at same old , dog and a cat Yes thats where the futures at happy healthy clean and free planning for your future life saving for a holiday youll go out and vote today wife wants to be a dancer but doctor sys shes dying of cancer and says youve got a lump on your brain now you lost your job cause your bowels dont work you shit your pants and feel like a jerk teeth have fallen out and you got weird spots but youll be okay cause your insurance covers chemotherapy Fluoride is good for you Everything they say is true Fluoride is good for you
by Sokaris
A spiral uninterrupted Fusing itself piece by piece Into the nadir of its descent A mind unwound Deafened by words and blinded by thoughts Overexposed Sensory overload Partitioned betwixt madnesses Shedding itself of itself An annihilation of awareness Save for the awareness Of annihilation Past
repose, Senses overload A negative space laboratory Organ chemical plant Dispensing poison to oil the machine Psychosis or neurosis Somatic and erratic Occurrence obscene Recurrence: a chronic disease Therapeutic delusion Intensive care failure Treatment obsolete A
terminal case closed And beyond.... Between the highs and the lows in this night this consciousness, its a black consciousness i have a desire i draw near to one of them partly the absence of stone my only thought was for what was sick of the site of it what you gonna see i seek this perfection this absence its though i were at a second threshold yes the obvious.
thorns run through embitterd places and comatose spiders call forth again they dont like any of these creatures dehydrated laughs inside and crumbles like twilight and then the master kiwi bird and comatose spiders call forth now i have to cling to tainted whitewash dreams in a world where nothing is what it seems but now we see what is behind the scenes different patterns on every wall they rotate through the seven webs Glypto and Kanka incurable coppelturner the more they consider the more they blow up sheep
by SULEIMAN (BURZUKH)
Razor sharp barbs of integrity and hate Honed in for your docile brain Part of the farm, Sheep of sad fate Wake-up call, A jolt of hard pain
Cut from the set,Your system rejects This violence,On high gain Lasting impact,of a cultural eject neurons frenzy, in a dance insane
spiraling thoughts, dementia certain as the future, and past collide circling down, final curtains a pressure bomb, building inside
this annihilation, self-devastation till your mind has,electronically died In a transient state, O beast of fate Now thinking, Righteous suicide
you are under cerebral mutilation and is there anybody near me is there anybody left alive am i the only human in this robotic filled beehive i think its a robotic beehive i think i am the only human left i think i think no one can talk i think i am the only human left beehive... anybody left alive
by Sokaris
Through bursts of harsh violence and hatred extreme, The rupture of of frail skin as down the blood streams, Past pupil dialated and mouth drawn agape, A scream from the dying, the murdered and raped.
The post-mortem rites performed with intent, No pause for concern, no guilt or repent. Dismembered and torn to the sadist's demand, He molds her like clay with hacksaw in hand.
The limbs exit now from the slash of the blade, Bisecting through wrists and ankles with haste. The fingers hors d'oeuvres, exquisite to peel, The torso his canvas, his brush stainless steel.
On mantles displayed endless horrific art, Delicately rendered, conjoined or apart. With infinite subjects and moribund dreams, The sadist continues his hatred extreme.
by Sokaris A liquid nightmare Committing horrorcide A metal solution Part this mantle of bone
A complexity born but not realized, the one i never had, as pain seeps through my skeleton, unleashing a desire to be reborn, and this time keep my mind, How do you repair something so broken, in pieces, the very fabric of existance, all alone, you are me, as, i am you, it is clear to me we have no place, impenatrable, a hidden genocide of the new order just biding nothing in particular to do trying to ignore what all the other people around you do to come to life againin a moment of clarity hunted by... trying
(INSTRUMENTAL) i am a head of the dead, in your head of this kind this beat of the flood, the beat in your blood im afraid of the dead ,im ahead of the dead giving me a mindbake, beat of the fears beat off the pain,beat of the sun beat off the gun, beat off the fears of the dead in your head, dead beat
what was that reality about, perpetually alone, stuck in viscious cycles of addiction and dealing with the confusion of psychosis, and eroding braincells with constant insomnia, never being able to get up and deal with reality, so reality just stabbed back. So what would make somone want to continue this exsistance. Alas now its all irelavant, simply things were how they were, and now its just death, oh if only you could help me,
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