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2^0
00:32
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Poly
04:09
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I found a machine, but it says she found me
It bleeds polyethylene through chrome-plated sleeves
I can't believe what I see, it's her face on its old screen
It picks at my butene, it makes me feel so clean
So I took it home with me, to see what there's to see
Through its cables strung like angel nails it told me she knows everything
It says she wants to leave, it says she wants to breathe
She's mending my seams, she splices our genes
Let me breathe, you make me feel alive
Your blood for my polyvinyl chloride
So I took her home with me, to see what she'd show me
All these worlds in wires weave through her like some holy memories
When I sink in through her screens I could almost feel her bleed
The pulsing pulls and pushes me through her polypropylene
(she's electric, and she's synthetic)
(when she moves it moves me too, she's so magnetic)
She plugged me in, we're all her size
Then she told me that God is made of polyvinyl chloride
Let me breathe, you make me feel alive
Your blood for my polyvinyl chloride
Let me breathe, you make me feel alive
Your blood for my polyvinyl chloride
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3. |
Null Cone
04:03
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She sings in maths to ears made of gold
But she calls me dense, so then who's really the fool?
These games she plays and the vitriol she brays, it's unreal
Some would call it love, no but it's not for me to say
She's got mine, a bravado skipping over times and time's
In a mind, as electric as it's divine.
She's got mine wherever, whenever we'll find
Lives affine, scattered across our worldlines.
You're my line right through our times,
You're my line so hang me high.
I tore down your walls but I still can't read your mind,
Hard as I try your maps just won't untwine.
Over and over I sing the same old rhymes
Like it's ///memories of mine {or} just present time///
Keep it closer than your friends, keep it next to yours
And for each that these demand I'll take a hundred more.
We'll end this right, we'll make it alive
And if we falter, I'll just turn back time.
She's got mine, a bravado skipping over times and time's
In a mind, as electric as it's divine.
She's got mine wherever, whenever we'll find
Lives affine, scattered across our worldlines.
You're my line right through our times,
You're my line so hang me high.
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4. |
Sparse//Code
03:54
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If you really think I'm that daft, you'd show me yours.
If you really think I can't choose, then I'll show for you.
//You only did what must be done,
I only ever {}?/?//{}.
I'll introduce myself again,
Like you never knew.
If you really think I'm {}/?//?{}, then I'll {}//??/{}.
If you really think I'd forget, what was that again?
Your will {}/?/?/{},
//Your guilt is nothing but some stats.
So say the words when I'm gone
And I'll show for you
Spectres, splitting vectors
Caught my veins in a wall of
Glitches, my heart twitches
All we all are is code written all over your sheets
scribbled all in-{}to??///{}
Abstractions and errors on ours, salvaged and recovered parts.
But I'm just a man, I wasn't born for this.
I wasn't built for this.
Reading trouble in your maths,
Writing out what makes {}//?/?{}
//So if I'm here I'll live again,
But this just can't {}?///?{}
Spectres, splitting vectors
Caught my veins in a wall of
Glitches, my heart twitches
All we all are are {}c//o/d///es//{}
We lost
This can't be it
Are we
Even real at all
I've been diseased
My logic freeze
We {}//??/?/???/{}
{}/???///??/??{}
Spectres, splitting vectors
Caught my veins in a wall of
Glitches, my heart twitches
All we all are is code
//You only did what must be done,
//Your guilt is nothing but some stats.
//So if I'm here I'll live again,
//Because I'm built to last-
//??//??//???//???????{}
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5. |
Zap0y
02:44
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When you called brown eyes unholy, it sent a shock right through me.
I never prayed for rain before, I always bred my own seas.
{}/??//?/{}{}/??//?/{}
You're gone to cross you're wires, look at me like that you liar.
{}//?/??/{}{}?//??/?/{}
You're built to break a fake,
Don't make me pull that plug.
Get those looks off your face,
Don't make me pull that plug.
I awoke sweating the sober, bent to spit out all your spectre.
Look at yourself all frayed and fried, shooting sparks, oozing solder.
{}/??//?/{}{}/??//?/{}
Hold close the chords you tied that, I'll tear apart you're wired.
{}//?/??/{}{}?//??/?/{}
You're built to break you're fake,
Don't make me pull that plug.
Get those looks off your face,
Don't make me pull that plug.
You're built to break you're fake,
Don't make me pull that plug.
Get those looks off the screen,
Don't make me pull that plug.
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6. |
EGO; C2H3Cl
11:10
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No matter where you go, everyone's connected!
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Kahuna New York, New York
A very loud NYC rock trio with a stuffed bird.
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