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Machiavelli
03:35
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It sits in the corner of the ceiling
And waits for you to turn your back
It wears a suit of armour
Made from jawbones, from voice boxes
It finds your faults
It scans your life
It finds your faults
It scans your life
It's lithe body, slithering
Across the years
Up on its hind legs, a hard black finger
Scratching away at the good, revealing the meaning
Scratching away at the good, revealing the meaning
A renaissance, a rebirth, rekindling public affection
The prince, on its throne, it's throne in the corner of the ceiling,
clinging on and on and on and on
The prince, ebullient and eternal
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Knowing only one thing,
Made of many things
All the same, and all wrong
Confusion guided by a septic rider
Spurred on by neglect, neglectful logic
Self denial and a bovidae appetite
Ripened tongues, left on the treel
Fall and decay leaving their seeds
fauna digest the flora
Recycling philosophy
Burnt offerings
Slender pale hand
A blur of a face
A distinctive look
Peering desolate, desperate mind
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Waking Visions
04:38
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Grinding to stop
Hanging upside down before the town
Hanging upside down before the
Tongues licking, tongues licking, tongues licking eyeballs
Tongues licking tongues licking tongues licking eyeballs
Buried in your shame
Buried in your shame
An ineffable way of words
The nefarious mob singing
Singing chanting tears of joy
Down broken cheeks
Soon, burnt by the martyr
Our martyr
Donate
Donate
Driving stakes through the
Minds of one another
Closing paths
Stopping growth
Neural pathways
destroyed
Cloned
Somnambulist
Sleepwalking off the edge
Falling into the black
seas of oblivion
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Sun Damage
03:10
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I inhaled you like
water through the nose
You stung my throat and I coughed you out
felt like warm rays on my skin
Until it blistered and burnt
Incendiary and offensive
relentless and obnoxious
Ephemeral, at least,
but still regular
Blind eudaemonia, if only
I could subscribe
I worked and worked at myself
I fell and fell again
The more I work the more I fall
The more I fall the closer I get
To rock bottom
The
Only
sure
thing
Sun damage
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Zither
03:13
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Go run
Breathing fire
A humiliating
Condition useless
Pushing you far
beyond
Good and evil
turning away
Eyes evading dark adulteries
Based on your fear
Moving slowly over this and that
Console
Overwhelming
A flash of indifference
Learning again
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How quickly the light changes
No change the world has yelling eyes
Turning the gaze
Losing perspective,
the individual
Individual logic
The less we talk about the more we have of it
How to change the curious
The childlike concentric circles of frustration
The front line is on the overlaps
The fine is on the weakest border
Unable to take strain
Supercilious muck
Unable to take strain
Supercilious muck
Unable to take strain
Never argue with them
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Whereof one cannot speak
One should remain silent
Sitting, back against the door
A schizophrenic vampire
Burnt in the night and in the day
Hot air, pouring out of your mouth
Democracy in full fling
Finger pointing, blame shifting
Unwilling to hold up the mirror
But this vampire sees his reflection
Good and clear, sees his reflection
And laughs, looks out of
The window and withers away,
Laughing
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Social Contracts
02:10
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I chose R
I chose R
Bounds by our
Power and conscience
Give up your
Natural freedom
A war
Against all
The golden rule
The general will
What really is the social contract
The contract of submission
I chose R in m
A reason to endure it
And comply with R
War of all against all
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The Gift of Failure
03:19
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The gift of failure
Will make you better
Better
Better
Get out
Get out of here
Show them your disgust
No succeses
Failure always
Its much more than philosophy
Make your target
Fail to make your failure
Make your target
Fail to make your target
What doesn’t kil you makes you stringer
What doesn’t make you stronger kills you
What’ doesn’t kill you makes you stringer
What doesn’t make you stronger kills you
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Moving
Gently
Towards
The grave
Waken the page with fire over
The ugliness of nature
Wake up and sing with angels
Over the chorus of man
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Utopia UK
Technical metal band from the UK
Chris Reese - Vox
John Bailey - Guitar
Jimmy Wilson - Guitar
Arran Mcsporran - Bass
Jay Walsh - Drums
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