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The Unmaking

by Weapon Y/Z

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Let's give em hell I'm an optimist I swear but this just isn't working out Because I'm not all that ambitious and I don't even want the fame There's a lot of things I don't need that I never thought about But society is begging me to join their twisted game They tell me that I'm lazy, they tell me I should change They tell me I should grow up they say Cut it out, cut it out They try to make me want shit that I really don't need So I try to block it out, yeah I Cut it out, cut it out We go around believing we'll be millionaires someday Once we get our act together once we Cut it out, cut it out Our lives were superseded by the needs we like to blame We're all looking for the exit just to Cut it out, cut it out
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Some think that we are controlled By governments or aliens But most of us just claim to know That God's watching us from on his throne Because we all know That there's something out there we can't explain But most just want to hope The God's waiting for us all from on his throne Behind the pearly gates Sits a God created in the image of man Controlling your fate Separating the hellbound from heavensent It's good or bad Dichotomy is the nature of good human minds our bodies are bad We've sinned against the word we could not reach His voice is upon us Shouted from discordant self-righteous tongues It's almost never the same But it always plays on guilt and tradition My father's father And his father before him all knew the truth from lies And my mother's mother Still believes she'll be watching from the skies Her voice is upon us Whispered in an accent from an age long gone It's always the same Always claims I can reach heaven someday
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Speaking over greater lengths of space Growing wider with the passing of time We must organize to claim this planet as our own Spread forth - our children shall outnumber the stars above Led by the burning desire The call to reach the far sides of the Earth Manifest destiny - the decisive urge To live live live and reproduce On the horizon - a fire burns But the smoke signals me in human tones When did we decide to place value in our crazed ramblings Language is the curse of the lesser form we took Led by the burning desire The call to reach out to the organs of our fellow man To feel for the intricate differences To prove that even life can change From across the room the acoustics carry you my cries And you paint the portraits encoding meaning meant for eyes Sending a message hopelessly in one direction I'm good for anything except a straight correction Our words say far more than the ideals we make Our words in place speak a meaning we can't create
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On the street corner with your megaphone Blue in the face - drive your point home In every other, see the enemy Incessantly spew your robot speech And in the classroom sitting at your desk Regurgitate what you've been fed Gave you no choice - Freedom is dead Lock your step in the robot march On the street corner with your megaphone Blue in the face - heart so cold Your bold face type spreads bold faced lies Indoctrination of our kind Gave you no choice - Freedom is dead Watch your step when robots march
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Black Friday 01:24
Shopping mall battle royal Single file strangle hold Preserving your net worth I'm giving these pigs what they want Which is more than they deserve They run on addiction I'm just an enabler what are the savings worth to you? They'll gladly keep you entertained set your sights on merchandise under cover of night new supplies to hypnotize your eyes with dollar signs NEED CONSUME
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Decode 00:32
My esoteric annotations cast obtuse connotations you can't decode Communicate? At least I tried Dumbed down and simplified Straight to the point: This isn't working out.
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Repulsion 02:46
What do you think when you use your other head? Where do you go once you're already in bed? When do you cross the threshold to the third eye? Whose name do you say once that's on your mind? I don't remember what to call you and I've got something to say Don't be disappointed when I'm not screaming your name I'm detached from this touch The electrons in play keep you away It's physics, my hunch is that there's a magnetic force underneath We never do touch The negative forces just push away I figured as much, sad stories unhindered by suspension of disbelief What are the rules concerning a first date? Where would you be if you hadn't shown up late? When should relationships become just sex? Who could resist a temptation like this? I sort of thought there was something there in your aura pulsing white My particle-wave repulsion casting shadows on your light I'm detached from this touch The quarks keep bouncing off of everything It's physics, our luck is just an elegant equation of energy We're so out of touch We've been broken long from the ionic bond The chemistry adds up to a subtraction of the division we keep just multiplying exponentially I'm detached from this touch There's no way to outspeed entropy I figured as much We'll keep repelling each other till the end of fucking time What do you do when you are done? Where do you sit at the afterprom? When does the universe succumb to the heat death? Who could propose a better future than this?
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The Unmaking 05:15
Inevitable epiphany The self-reproducing whole Exists for selfish preservation In order to procreate Spine chills as you see the connections Now you're a part of the net And there's no way out There is only the unmaking Facades crumble and decay Just like we're wearing masks in a play And the whole world is our stage At curtain call and the unmaking Mankind has created a mass fractal Society's web of masks to wear Your goals lose their purpose Your values are claimed Your morals wither away This cold dead end is the unmaking Your eyes haze over in apathy Your art is tainted gray Your mind is locked away Hollow ghost shell of the unmaking Trapped in a spiral of conformity Your mind computes the fractal's edge Do the drugs like everyone and try to forget You'll still wake up the next morning just in someone else's bed Exist just for sex like a libido machine So you'll finally give birth to the American Dream You can't buy me for any amount Your hunger for power is a game I don't play Make a family and register so they can suck you dry While I fight the system forever or until the day I die You can't buy me for any amount Your hunger for power is a game I don't take any part in Trapped in a spiral of conformity Your mind computes the fractal's edge You can only pass the time in a world you can't change Once you stray along the spiral something strikes you as strange There's no center, there's no middle, there's no source where we come from There's no heaven, there's no afterlife, there's nothing when we're done There's no reason to make babies out of sex or out of love There's no reason to stay sober, there's no reason to do drugs There's no reason to make music and no meaning behind art The Unmaking takes the patterns and tears them all apart
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Fucked 01:49
I just want to lose control I'm gonna get fucked up tonight! So pass me the alcohol I'm gonna get fucked up tonight! It's the only time we feel alive I'm gonna get fucked up tonight! Something our doctors can't prescribe I'm gonna get fucked up tonight! You're young and horny and crave attention From the herd mentality addiction Crowded into a dark room where the masterminds serve you drinks and mixtures Then they dim the lights, turn up the music, and the temperature Lets create some friction It's the law of the dance floor Just give up your own volition Lets create some friction It's a battle on the dance floor Don't forget to use protection I've completely lost control I'm gonna get fucked tonight! Strung along and out by alcohol I'm gonna get fucked tonight! I'm unveiling all my skin I'm gonna get fucked tonight! Yeah fuck regret, I'm giving in I'm gonna get fucked tonight!
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Ouroboros 01:26
Living in a wheel Working through each day So much time to kill But it won't go away Just give me something, anything to break this day to day routine We're so bored...and so sober... Escape and wait for the world to go under Excessive compulsion to get fucked up every night THEY constructed the meaning of life Living in a wheel Everything's the same So much time to kill But I don't want it to change I just want Repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition

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The Unmaking is a deconstruction of the meaning (or lack thereof) behind our base desires.

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released February 8, 2012

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Weapon YZ Greenville, South Carolina

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