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The Sciolist Pace of the Cycleless Trace

by Doom Shrugs

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1.
Everything's revolting Designedly When you live in Revolting-Land The giant crowds The ugly buildings It's all a sham All the joys you know ring Vain and fleeting Before your face a carrot hanging An artifice The egregore is Made to ensnare Invisible, it sits The head of a lion, the body of a snake Adonai the junkie High on our dismay Trapped in third-density cage Fabler of the conscience Gamer of this plane When does this dorbel offer an ocean flame? All it requests is introspects Just reach gnosis, who up for ego death?
2.
No, You Are 03:36
No one is, you're insane And the world is built this way Mules and pigs guard my brain It's the creed that dulls my pain Fate None can change the universal state No revolts or abdicates How did this, the excisions, the exits, the blitz How did they break our firmness, our carelessness? Empathy is a weakness; this nonsense, kindness, the myth Cut the bliss mission, they listen, sick, incensed Peace enthralling It's appalling My grace falling Don't try, don't change your ways "Life's a pain", they said; cogent phrase Ape the slaves, live the daze, like this
3.
3676 BCE 01:41
Death is out of reach again Time captivates and I fall down Centuries may pass, but they'll come back around
4.
Thoughtforms and chemical missteps Dominating our minds Unrestrained emotion resonates A populace of unspined Take your empty bones and make a wish Make a wish for unspell We can't pay our bills with reverie We of inaudible sound SSRIs are business My baseline sentience A bandaid for this stab The sober mind is distress Emotion repressed My splits remain unsolved
5.
Politics 03:33
Wide-eyed bandits Helpless prey Flare my hemorrhoids up at the risk You're the hunt to owls from the outside brain Destined for this onus For decades I trained I can save Get it? I make gems, art in speeches Strive for this sculpting How'd you thank me? Just said "k" Get it? Let's see... What will it take, what can save us from this Globe-reigning cult, wealth-incubus triplex? Dumb, petty web fights will save the day Get it? Malcontents or cordyceps? Prize our heads open Fly our limbic plane Guide the lifeless hosting Thrive unseen Get it? Get it? Snakes from Draco Orchestrate Pump out CSF through palates Get it?
6.
The crack pipe is my glans And hype sticks other ones have We ache with hormone appetite But it's a civil ordinance My acne scars are a blight? Your rank descending But I can't pop your cyst That's because it doesn't exist My tainted sacral stints My zinc indigence My daze is never quenched My time is worthless But I can't help this state My self-control is swayed No pitch My pelvis leads the way It's a loosh dispensery Test breaks my will away I'm giving it all away for free From a-delt wave to a-bet The apex of our brief existence So all for this give everything We're all a mess of pointless vermin So quit your self-restraint, your sense of logic Oh please won't you siphon my vril Fill my aura with your thoughts of self-loathing Your genes dictate a clump of cells That make my breed-thing swell Though it's poison-laced Pop culture stuffs my face While businessmen hold me in place Why contain your lechery in a world so Kali Yuga? Why would I break this make-believe in a world so Kali Yuga?
7.
The essense of this sullen skin Contemplate the sudden instances Well, if they say "whether we spin it this way, what are we evincing?", We assay the present mis-mix complete The wills that grant This inquest They're the wills that clash We're the worthless My head's this frothing mass of volt-sense Existence Unexceeding outside Mind, honing Sieving the mess The best this indignance can dispence But this holds me on the brink If we just fade away when we cease Why send this Through my aspects, With this specific set of back scenes, These happenings? Arbitrare, the false king Where is the binding between this logic, this vacance? They weave this virgin-apple myth, Conniving business The hints, the semblance Maybe they've hid this The things they say The tricks, they're at our expense Their malfeasance feeds Our nescience The nodes of something seldom-seen Egoing witness They fake the distance And that's your business
8.
All these moments vain, lump of meat on this floating rock in space If finite spirit, let's perpetrate abuse of our brains My heart with plaques My IV tracks Tame, tame Drink to pass the day Do it again Who cares? Pretend pixel deaths Make me accomplished Watch these template flicks Made with dull mad libs Spheres in oblong gaps Kicked by corporate hats Give them all cash, they're all rich Take this vainness, build my own time machine, skip these "endless" days I'm going forward in time at 60 seconds per minute Existential dread Do it again Who cares?
9.
2025 CE 04:02
The leaves vibrate, dreaming out of sight Stars blink and breathe, changing form again With a gaze of solace, I follow them home
10.
Yes, You Are 02:58
Every second of life was pied-pipered away Gold Age beckons, will harkbackers we stay? My eyes are plastic-fake My heart is wolf bait Can I persist? Start afresh? Break the chains? False self, you will never last You're not the real consciousness You're Yaldabaoth's reins Can pneumatic I reclaim? Maybe I'm just a bizarre little person who walks back and forth All joys you know will be gone

about

This album is an interpretation of the idea of cyclic time from a pessimistic, linear time perspective, as a metaphor for the locus of control and the use of introspection as a means of dealing with negative emotions. The concept of time being a cycle of several epochs appears in many ancient belief systems. The present epoch is supposed to be the most difficult and inherently negative, with much of the blame for the world's problems being placed on materialism and the rich and powerful. Much like it can be difficult to discern whether every problem can be blamed on billionaires and corrupt politicians, it can also be difficult to figure out if a negative state of mind is caused by uncontrollable external forces or one's own actions and prejudices towards the outside world. Also, much like the cycle is supposed to go on and the present negative epoch will come to an end, negative emotions too are inherently impermanent.

credits

released November 7, 2019

Rory Jackson - vocals, guitar, drums

Written April 2018 - June 2019
Parts of tracks 1, 5 and 7 written 2013-2014
Drums recorded October 2018 by Rory at Albany Street Studios, Dunedin, New Zealand
Guitars and vocals recorded April-June 2019 by Rory in a towel closet
Mixed and mastered July 2019 by Colin Marston at
Menegroth: The Thousand Caves, Queens, New York

Thanks to Dave Tremblay/Not Music, Stephen Stedman and Mike Holland, Colin Marston, Oli Cathro, Hanna Ott, Jeff Lyszczarz, Night Lunch, Ashes to Battle and The Rothmans.

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