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1NXR0//Honeypot
01:12
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Observing these conditions
we are happy to report
The product builds the property
That it can not afford
No rivals we can speak of as
we revel in our wealth
They're tearing down some monuments
And jeopardize their health
A few of them set fires as
we file away their names
Our interest is our profit
and the fascists play our games
But it would be a a shame for them to
realize their power
We amplify their fears
cuz we know that we're outnumbered
The algorithms function but
compliance is a factor
our power's in the fine print for
the tech we manufacture
the data we collect,
identities we pilfer
They trust us even knowing
we sell to the highest bidder
we're CEOs and billionaires
Your submission and your lust
The products sell themselves.
The system works for US.
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N.E.R.V.E.machine
03:04
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you can hear me clear as day
As I am screaming in your mind
You writhe in bitter anguish
As I'm ghostwriting your life
I am your faulty cognizance
And rival to your confidence
I'll leave you on the ground
Need no weight to pull you down
Diseases of your misery
build spires in your brain
Haunted by conviction..
Disabled by your pain
you're stuck in here with me
you'll never be alone
I'll always be your sister
In your mental broken home
You have to put your mind at ease
And smell the lilacs in the breeze
There is no strength in all your pain
And you will come around again
N E R V E
MACHINE
I'll never let you Go
I'll always drag you through the night
I never make a sound
while I'm devouring the light
You shake beneath your covers
and you wish that you could pray
Tomorrow could be better
If you make it through the day
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Your Spirit is Ours!
03:03
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Lurking in the shadows
They steal you away
Underneath the laboratory
Play with you all day
Messing with your head
Manipulate your mind
All this pain and misery
cannot be helped with therapy
What have they done?
what will they do?
It's happening to me
It could happen to you
Pressing on electrodes and some copper wires
Uploading my mind
I'm still conscious
Breathing while they drain my memory
Don't think I'll be fine
All the while they're laughing
Your Spirit is Ours!
This cannot be right
There must be some mistake
The more I hear them laughing
I realize my fate
Downloading our spirits
Converting them to files
This is not experimentation
When we're forced to subjugation
What have they done?
what will they do?
It's happening to me
It could happen to you
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You cannot take away what
I have already discarded
The poison running through me
I can fucking live without it
Defy their legislation and
stockpile medication
They can't erase a body
Or deny one's own autonomy
As the trumpet sounds before us
our resistance is essential
They despise our liberation
All they see are bloody devils
Do you fear this information?
Do you fear autonomation?
Do you fear degeneration?
Does this threaten you?
Frighten you?
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LILAC//WEB Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Medical Deconstruction.
Cyber Sadism.
Electronic Body Punk.
Contact:
lilacslashweb@gmail.com
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