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NOSTROMO/WAX EYELIDS
03:32
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NOSTROMO:
Inhaled life, meaningless host
A womb is your lungs each breath nourishment to your own death
Submitted to a greater cycle
Echoed pleas sucked into the vacuum of the vast continuity
Incompatible species utilized to another
Structural perfection only matched by hostility
Sentient biomechanics your last sight
Nostromo
A retrofitted sarcophagus
WAX EYELIDS:
Dynamic whirlwinds to a makeshift chokehold
Desperation or guilt
Am I to blame?
Unfortified boundaries and twisted wires fill this landscape
A mimetic living nightmare
Transmit into this poorly militarized mind
Take me into grasp
Tear me from my stationed delusion
Hold me close in your arms of wax
Melt from this heat of exhaustion and seal these eyelids shut
Please don't set me free
I don't want to see again
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DEFORMED EXTERIOR
01:43
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Captivity of displaced flesh twists and cramps
Bondage of blood and skin straps me down to futile efforts
Pathetic life
An existence of constant agony
Mocking reflections perpetuated by benign social constructs
How many times has it looked back and laughed at it's own grotesque image
Force me into submission
I am weak
a disposable body
Take from me what validates your disposition
I am nothing to you
Reduced to biological concept
You take my existence for your own
All my free will that remains lays within an instinctual desire to peel myself of this claustrophobic deformity
A faint abstraction of a self constructs within the monstrosity
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NANO COMBUSTION
03:13
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Formulaic tethering fluids
Obsolete design powered to imminent disarray
Living tissue reduced to repeated convulsions
Pulsating and degrading
Seeping the progress of technology
Last breath in towards the oils of the machine
The host left without not only the power to once was it's own but the last shred of humanity that it may of possessed
Soul torn limb from limb
May the program live on
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CISGENDER PARADIGM
01:58
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TINSEL CITY
02:28
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Iron walls skyward from concrete floors
Neon daze, clouded peripherals surrounded by the pounding beat of a lifeless crowd
Your hard shell only hiding your physical frailty
Your paranoia perpetuated in the vicious cycle of mechanical hostility
Safety an illusion in the bias of flesh
Comfort paper thin
What is trust in this tinsel city
A desolate dystopia masked only in it's pseudo-prosperity
Constrained and bound to it's tinsel as it is to red tape
An Illusion of stagnation in between the decomposing bodies
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