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Paramecium
03:43
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I am in town another day or two
So why don’t I take the time to get to know you?
I’ve entered your veins and your arteries
Artificial drugs will turn you into a beast
Paramecium is here to feed on your cells
Infectious and obnoxious it creeps up to find intel
Cerebral parasites, worldwide emergency
Deadly pandemonium is now clear to see
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2. |
Bacillus
03:15
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Bacillus crawls up your bloodstream
Bacillus knows where you are
No use in taking antibiotics
‘Cause bacillus can’t be destroyed
Bacillus is in the air you breathe
Bacillus is in the food you eat
Bacillus has its own conscious mind
Bacillus will bleed you dry
Don’t try to fight it
You’re a needle in a haystack
No chance of survival in this world
You’ll fade to black
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3. |
Heartburn
01:25
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Acid shoots up my gullet
Guns fire out my spleen
Volcanic Eruption
Rips my tissue clean
Hell is in my stomach
Fire’s burning bright
I can’t heed my actions
My insides are tied, cause I’ve got
Heartburn
Stomach acids trashing round my insides
Make me wanna die
I cannot stand, I cannot fathom, I am a balloon of rye
Intestinal sharks have found a feeding frenzie
Rabidly twitching and shooting up and down
Like pulsations from static shocks
My brain has turned to soup and all my thoughts are only those of annihilation,
Extinction lord please help my species live another day in agony
And don’t make me explode just yet, when all my functions lie ahead
I cannot taste, I cannot feel, I cannot be cause I’ve got
Heartburn
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4. |
The New Tower of Babel
04:50
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Skyscrapers impair my vision
A constant film on my eyes
Hell’ll be burning through my retinas
In time
Pedestrians on the freeway
A herd mentality
On the way to their execution
And digital sobriety
24/7 airport
Planes landing downtown
On a quick layover
‘Til they hit the next borough uptown
You have reached your destination
Just two blocks to drive
Please enjoy the view
Safely from inside
The queen has set the stage for war
Her loyal drones fly out the door
And pollinate what’s left to pollinate
A once fruitful environment
Left a brick wall
So now they inhabit our skulls
What’s once again theirs, used to be ours
Red-eye flight before the sunrise
My feet haven’t touched the ground
Van’t wait to feel the warm asphalt
I’m finally homeward bound
Smoke rising out of every corner
Sirens wail, it’s just a drill
Cockroaches crawl into the gutters
Who knows what they’re off to build
Metropolis speaks to me
440hz G#
Machinery breeds slowly
It is the city’s lifeblood
City map imprinted on my brain
I don’t ever feel lost
Top floors are desirable in the flood
And I am selling at cost
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5. |
Cabin Fever
04:02
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Cabin fever
A parasite in my own mind
Stealer
Of sanity and life
Heater
A boiling pot of salt water
Eater
Flesh-eating bacteria
Heart-beater
Chunks are forming in my veins
Bleeder
Fills the room with blood-red stains
Freezer
Hibernating everyday
Sleeper
Don’t need to wake up anyway
I wake up in a cold sweat
My whole life is flashing by
Dreaming of mild success
And rave reviews
And never knowing why
The crow sitting outside my window
Never shows it’s face
I only hear it crackle in the foliage
Now I’m becoming sentient
I am about to burst
Falling down rabbit hole after rabbit hole
Yet to see the worst
My city has deserted me
I’m spiraling out of control
Just waiting for the night to reach its end again
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The game I played was simple
I just left them out to die
In this purgatory landscape
Where they live there lies
Work away all night all day
‘Til nothing brings you joy
And rob your planet of its riches
That was all part of my ploy
There was foul play involved i admit
But not to blame on me
For you’re the fool for trusting
The one who holds the key
Corroding on the ocean floor
Selachimorpha, carnivor
The perfect apex predator
Natural-selector
And you’re a simple mammal
With a brain with complex thoughts
The difference ‘tween right and wrong
Is a concept from the gods
Don’t spill your guts
Don’t make a mess
Don’t fear the bends
Dog eat dog eat man eat shark
Dimple rules of life
Why do we think to mangle
In what keeps us alive
A rabid dog chasing its tail
A great white shark hunting a whale
Lost in a neon shopping aisle
The blood on my tongue’s going stale
As i am drinking from the tap
Tt fills my veins with sewage fat
Dog and sheep and pig and cat
Are dying on my welcome mat
So I ask my royal subjects
To go about their day
For in the end it always
Comes up my way
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7. |
Metropolis Speaks
02:16
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Wake up
Check the newsfeed
“Moderate air quality“ on the weather app
You are irrelevant
A bacillus among millions
What even is the point in getting up?
You crawl like insects to your queen
Centipede after centipede after centipede after centipede
Your twenty-two square feet nest of sticks and slime
Shared with cockroaches and lice
Will cradle you until you die
A peaceless sleep disturbed by screams of terror
A constant droning noise in your ear
Getting louder and louder with every breath of gasoline that enters your fragile lungs
Can you feel me yet?
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8. |
Insecticide
03:15
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He watches sitcoms on his Macbook Pro
He’s got a virtual private network to protect him too
And when his days are laced with laugh-tracks
And his nights are spent awake
Slaughtering his peers seems like a simple, yeah, a simple piece of cake
He watches hardcore porn on his iPhone screen
He’s got ten thousand insta followers that he’s never seen
And in his days of desperation
And self-fellating lust
He inhales deeply
’Til his lungs, one by one combust
He drinks insecticide
To keep his body pristine
Delivers his regurgitations to the insect queen
And as the heartburn’s cauterized his flesh
And his remains are only bone
The insect hive will work and build his body into their home
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The toad says to the dragonfly
“There’s nothing you can do,
In what to you feels like a lifetime
I‘ll have devoured you
Nothing in this world is sacred
Only your own life
You’re stuck on salivating tongues
Of selfish parasites
Tapeworms are swimming in my guts
They need to feed their kids
Part of me doth owe to them
Fairly divide your bits
Don’t scream and squirm
Don’t try to escape
Your purgatory state
You‘ll slow yourself down
Working towards the end of your days“
The dragonfly says to the toad
“Oh foolish predator
It is not I who depends on you
We’re two equal creatures
The food-chain as a social construct
You need me to survive
And as the last one of my kind
You’ll end the cycle’s vice
And you’ll become the prey
For a whole new kind of apex
Fed by unsuspecting toads
And insatiable power complex
So think before you end
This little insect’s brief existence
Of what the future will hold for you
Symbiotic coexistence“
Bacillus crawls up your bloodstream
The toad swallows the dragonfly
In an act of spite
His insides push and pound
Until the invertebrate dies
A mighty call of victory
Can be heard throughout the creak
And shatters every nearby dragonfly’s
Nest ’til the population’s small and weak
Cockily the toad
Self-fellates his act of heroism
Unaware, that his plans of luscious life
And endless hedonism
Will be over once his peers feel hunger
That he killed, by ending dragonflies’
Existence and forever dooming his reign of the food-chain
Teeth break through bone
And bone breaks through skin
One can only lose
Because to lose is to win
All animals are equal
But some animals are more equal than others
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10. |
The Metamorphosis
06:42
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Haven’t left my bed in six weeks
Coffee stains all over me, I don’t even drink it
Held in some kind of liminal space
Motoric movement kept next to none
Next to none
Mother’s standing in the kitchen
Cheap radio’s playing the new Coldplay
It doesn’t seem to bug her
Even though it is the soundtrack to my demise
To my demise
Endless road of distraction
Paves the way to an open, bloody knife
Where would I be without distraction?
It’s the the only thing that keeps this species alive
This species alive
Please verify your identity
We’ve sent you this clever 4-digit unlock code
So you can access your PayPal
And buy all that you need to finally feel at home
To finally feel at home
“Haven’t seen you for the past week or month or so“
I was busy watching the dust collect on my favorite star wars memorabilia
That I bought in a touristy shop in London
Thinking it might hold up some sort of nostalgic value
Well, now I just see it as another piece of clutter
Filling my room to the brim with shit
That would make for a better fit on eBay
With low resolution iPhone 4 pictures of an easy-care laminate floor
Eureka, I yell,
Another sad white guy professing his drunk brain’s thoughts over diminishing guitar chords
Opening his Instagram feed over and over again
Only to find the same Rolling Stone article about the all new and revised 1 billion best songs of all time list, that he’ll never read
“I am the all new Patrick Batemen“ he exclaims,
As he adds the “entrepreneur“ bullet point to his Tinder profile
The 2050 crypto-verse shits a brick
And births the all exclusive “Schindler’s list NFT pack“ in Steven Spielberg’s memory
Netflix passwords become one
As the collective descent into madness takes a nose dive
And morphs the depression machine into a maniacal mutant of destruction
Capable of speeding the effects of climate change up by 10%, buy now!
Oh, what even is this pseudo-post-modernist take on memes anymore?
I’m vomiting the meta-cum in 8K resolution and still don’t feel detoxed
Overdosing on CBD oil in an attempt to end it all
I curse you all, I’ll see you in hell
Sometimes the lonely mind wonders
What lies beyond the pearly gates on that patio
And is it even worth staying?
If the party doesn’t leave you any remorse at all
Any remorse at all
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Paul & The Microcosm Cologne, Germany
cool band. give us a listen. thanks x
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