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The serpent twisting through it
Pulsating Light
The tendrils digging roots
And spreading blight
Maligned with discontent
And turning pale
The fever seeps right through it
Personal blackmail
Shadow grows deep inside
Blocking out all of the
Nice bright warm light
Pressures on, bulging
Faces are exploding
With bright red hot energy
And it is so hard to remember a time
When it was not like this
The thoughtstream is so narrow
Tunnel minded angst
Reputation is so hollow
Neurons shooting blanks
Prioritize the hunger
And skirt like a rat
To leave might lead to blunder
You know I can’t do that
It all fades away
There is nothing that’s left here
No friendly line to call
Consume, then again
Can’t wait another second
Never even saw the fall
And I know that life can be better than this
And I know that life can be better than this
And I know that life can be better than this
And I know that I can be better than this
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Trantor
03:14
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Standing under the line so high
Blocking out most of the sky
All the rattling piercing the mind
Severing connection from the
Source of everything we know is right
All the ground is one big shadow
Obfuscating what you should know
Clouds above gather and make it grey
Forming a ceiling to make it
Feel like we are living underground
We got these heat sinks around
Think I’m standing in Dahl
All the people in Billibottom
Can’t even dream about the sun
Concrete and metal form a cage
Binding their ankles so they can’t
Even dream of flying away
Light and dark hold no difference
Don’t think anyone could give a shit
Basking in the light from the windows
About all the people toiling below
Paying the price of progress
Feeling the weight upon their chests
Ready to pull a knife
Out of their pockets
A knife upon the world
Well comb through the thick mustache and
Make it so dashing
You never know
What is coming your way
And everytime it happens
Yeah every time I’m standing there
I just can’t help but think about
Being under the Trantor sky
Being under the Trantor sky
Being under the Trantor sky
Being under
The Trantor Sky
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Feedback Loop
03:39
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All of the pleasure
Depravity so divine
Let it wash over
Seep into my body
All of the toxins
Society can supply
Let it flow through me
I feel so empty tonight
Stars dying in my eyes
Will of the wisp take flight
Sold paper to some guy
For a little piece of
Life
And all the stories
Pulsating so very loud
Sand in the garden
Disrupted by the sound
Choke on the lies
Presented to your face
Starvation happening
I feel it inside my home
Got nowhere else to go
Surrounded by the codes
Watch my life being sold
By those with craven
Souls
I can feel it everyday
Creeping right through it
And I can’t stop it
Poisoning my family tree
And everyone I know
And you
Well I just need a little sec
So that I can catch my breath
But I can’t catch my breath
Just shut up a little bit
My brain is feeling oh so thick
Cuz everyday just feels the same
Yeah everyday just feels the same
Dah dah dah
Dah dah dah
Buh dah buh dah buh dah dah dah
Dah dah dah
Dah dah dah
The looks I get
When I’m feeling so alive
You’d think the people
Were scared of their shadows
The frozen faces
Seeing the heretics mind
Just want a blanket
To cover up all my eyes
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Impulsed
04:12
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It’s a mess
Accident
Circles round and round with no sign of rest
Forced Entry
Leave me be
Time is over and yet it still ticks free
The spasm it hits you absorbs you
Go to the bathroom
Shake your legs like you don’t have a care
It could well pass soon
Embrace mythicism and try to
Send that energy
The love builds and flares and then leaves you
Feeling Empty
Dreaming of sitting in a dinky grass field
Drinking and smoking in the dark
Dead words drop by and say hi
Wondering when you will give them
Life
Small Success
Disinterest
Rather blankly stare then rend and tear my flesh
Go away
Not today
I’m not ready to keep your wolves at bay
Hey man just shut up and stop talking
I hate your ugly face
Right now time is passing both of us
Where is your plane
My soul could do with some warming
Could you be hot here
My love won’t stop clawing and climbing
Why are you still here
I don’t get how people can stand there
Acting normal
When they’re surrounded by
All of these free floating thoughts
I try to send and I know
I felt it come back
Did you?
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Trauma Compulsion
02:45
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I don’t want this
I don’t need this
I can’t stand this
I can’t handle it
I won’t have this
But you give me this
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
When I’m dying
Which is everyday
Take a hatchet
To my casket
Take my body, leave a note and it’ll say:
“How the fuck can we ever stop living this way?”
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
In my dreams, I’m dreaming
In my dreams, I’m living
Free
In my dreams, I’m breathing
In my dreams, I’m slipping
Free
Have we changed ourselves too completely?
Have we changed ourselves too completely?
Is there any coming back to this?
Have we changed ourselves too completely?
Have we changed ourselves too completely?
Is there any coming back to this?
Is there any coming back to this?
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Shelf Life
04:28
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Your house was built by knocking down somebody else’s home for the wood
Your iPhone was made and now it’s sold where whole communities once stood
But you only care about those things the TV says you should
Cuz that’s your world
And every good consumer is also a consumer good
Your house was built by knocking down somebody else’s home for the wood
Your TV was made and now it’s sold where whole communities once stood
But you only care about those things that Buzzfeed says you should
Cuz that’s our world
And every good consumer is also a consumer good
Now you’re living that shelf life
Is this a life or something else?
Cold plastic heaven or sick flaccid hell?
I’m still waiting on the same old results
Kept my finger on that old bleeding pulse
Where the trees long fell, and the magic dispelled,
Now our manic fortune tells
Of the impending shelf life
Bubble wrap, waiting rooms, law enforcement, cable news
Ballot boxes, storage space, clearance aisles, fire safes
Economics, diplomacy, marital status, democracy
Journalism, foreign trade, organic produce
Band-Aids
This is a whole bunch of stupid shit
This is a whole bunch of stupid shit
The wish to dismiss is far more intuitive than the credit we give
And there is no true love when we don’t so much live as we hold our love captive
When you remember the violence required to sustain every operative
Then you cannot forgive, you cannot forgive, you cannot forgive, you cannot forgive
I am just a bystander in this new global nation
But like every domestic casualty, I’m also a federal agent
This is a whole bunch of stupid shit
This is a whole bunch of stupid shit
The wish to dismiss is far more intuitive than the credit we give
This is a whole bunch of stupid shit
This is a whole bunch of stupid shit
The wish to dismiss is far more intuitive than the credit we give
This is a whole bunch of stupid shit
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7. |
Cruel Cadaver
06:25
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I can’t live this way
And neither can you
Every last shred of the truth
Is cracked and screwed
Freshly projected on the news
Cruel cadaver
Torture is closer than happiness
Torture is closer than happiness
Oh well then you know you’ve got a problem, son
So what you gonna do about it?
Anything at all?
Well just don’t lose your voice
It’s all you’ve got
And holy shit, if you don’t start screaming then I’m gonna have to hurt you
Come on boy, hit that top
Let it quake to the tectonic rock bottom
If you don’t start screaming
Torture is closer than happiness
Torture is closer than happiness
Oh well then you know you’ve got a problem, son
So what you gonna do about it?
Probably nothing at all
The world is in pieces but it demands all of me
Pain lives in secret, my private biology
And I can’t stop screaming, but I can’t even open my mouth
How will I ever leave this house?
My body, cold stiff and swollen
Is a pirate ship odyssey,
Surrogate ideology
I’m trapped
In my own treasure map
I’m a fish on a place mat, gutted and served to myself
Watching death poke my stiff open mouth
(In silence)
How will I ever leave this house?
How will I ever leave this house?
Cuz I got a cruel cadaver
A cruel cadaver
My body is clutter
Used for evil
Used for evil
I am, I’m not their machine
Yeah I got a cruel cadaver
A cruel cadaver
My body is clutter
Used for evil
Used for evil
I am, I’m not their machine
I’m not their machine
I’m not their machine
I’m not their machine
I’m not their machine
Cruel cadaver
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8. |
Now That I Can Breathe
04:55
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I think you got the wrong impression
You said that I slowed down
But now I’m back to give you your resuscitation
Now that I can breathe
Now that I can breathe
This ain’t a morning sickness in health, post partem regression
This ain’t the past that you don’t know
I think that you forget that I
Am only human
And I been giving you what I need
Now she’s giving me just what I need
Don’t worry, I’m not singing, I’m just talking, I’m just talking
Don’t worry, I’m just talking, I’m not singing, I’m not singing
Don’t worry, I’m just talking, I’m not singing, I’m not singing
Don’t worry, I’ll never talk to you again
I think you got the wrong impression
You said that I slowed down
But now I’m back to give you your resuscitation
Now that I can breathe
Can’t you see she gives me just what I need?
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Ruderals New York, New York
Modern art rock / post-punk trio based in Queens and Brooklyn. Folk-punk roots, with melodic aspirations toward jazz and avant garde. Known by friends as Ruds, the band self-released Live at the Whiskey Bar in 2018. Their first EP, Growth arrives on Captives Collective on May 18th, 2019, to be followed soon after by the EPs Wither and Decay. ... more
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