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Ventral Striatum
02:25
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Seeking
Learning
Moving
Forward
Test the limits
Live to question
Ushering an age of the unforeseen
Exhilarated
On the cusp
Of evolutionary metamorphosis
Components of the mind redirect the course to
new terrain
Technological advancement fusing with
human DNA
Perfection, no longer out of grasp
Ventral Striatum enforcing us to act
A mass regression in the face of the unknown,
Marching blinded
Suffocation of the conscious mind
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2. |
Mammon
01:54
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Left, to rot
All sense of wonder
Fades, in silence
Killed in the name of gain
Prayers,
Left on read
God
Finally turns away.
Masses filled with emptiness
Searching for a source to numb the fear
Encouraging global submission
Of intellectual substance.
Suppress, every notion within the heart.
Sell yourself, objectify the soul.
Monetizing your worth.
Crucified on a live stream.
Everybody wants to be the star
Worshiping intellectual gluttony
Slaves to a fucking dollar.
Slaves to a fucking dollar.
Nothing else fucking matters.
We're slaves to a fucking dollar.
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3. |
Fabricating Divinity
01:48
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In search,
of deeper meaning
Endless,
Struggle of the aimless
My heart weeps for the sleeping.
Love is choking while passion's bleeding.
Extracted will, so freeing
Take the pill to numb the feeling
Comfort lends its arms Through a WiFi
connection,we view the
Flawless faces of our
Man made Gods.
The way they prosper
As they mimic us.
I praise thee,
I need thee,
I love thee,
Please fill me.
Fabricating Divinity
No belief in the self.
Fabricating Divinity.
No belief in the self.
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4. |
Corrupted In Transfer
06:18
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Converting our
consciousness
Into formats
fit for download
In rebellion
of the end
Born from fear of
life itself.
Uploading the soul,
converting the spirit into a file format,
transferred to a digital oasis,
a simulation of heaven
Peeling back the layers
of humanity
Inevitable
Integration
Unforeseen
Evolution
Take the plug,
Insert at skull base
Close the eyes
Initiate
Final breaths
In human form
Exhaling
Progression
Never enough time,
To right our wrongs
Begging for more
Unwilling to change
Blind to the obvious,
Our flaws follow us through all endeavors
Blind to the obvious,
Blind to the obvious,
No fear, just keep producing
Flawed beings crafting a heaven
Unwilling to self reflect
Problems persist through our ignorance
Existing in limbo
Corrupted in transfer
Lost in transit
Corrupted in transfer
Lost in transit
Corrupted in transfer
Lost in transit
Corrupted in transfer
Lost in transit
The thought
Of a never ending
Oasis
Torn away, torn away
No moving forward
Consciousness ends here
Unable to escape
This man made purgatory
Lost in time and space
The irony in being
Unable to escape
Enslavement to believing
Lost in time and space
The irony in being
Unable to escape
Enslavement to believing.
Lost in time and space
The irony in being
Unable to escape
Enslavement to believing
Lost in time and space
The irony in being
Unable to escape
Enslavement to believing
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5. |
Transmissions
05:57
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Capturing the attention
Of the masses; hopelessly lost,
Mentally numb, embracing the rot
Compressing one's lifespan,
To a series of photos, Filtered through fiction
Cast to the clouds, setting the standard
I am nothing more than what's advertised to me
I am nothing more than the content I generate
Only worth a second.
In a passing scroll.
A means to captivate
My pulse holds no weight
The modern age is killing me
I am nothing. I have nothing left.
Waiting for transmissions
On a screen.
Waiting for transmissions
On a screen.
Waiting for transmissions.
On a screen.
Waiting for transmissions.
On a screen.
The value of life
Condensed to what can be advertised.
The value of life
Condensed to chasing clout.
Days move in circles
Filled with envy
Days turn to nights
Blurring everything
Claw my way from the cesspool
To rise above monotony
My broken will
Amended, to serve myself
I wasn't meant for this
To live like this
So unfulfilled
Longing, For something more
There's a purpose in everything
I know. I've seen it.
There's substance here,
I know, I've felt it.
Victims of influence,
Drowning in opportunity.
Scrape away the cataracts.
To see the beauty.
Waiting for transmissions
To distract myself from
All the pain that stems
From my lack of will
To live my life freely,
As intended.
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Ovaryrot
Ovaryrot is an experimental deathgrind band comprised of Ulf Nylin and Brady Cornett. We've been going strong since 2007, always changing, always creating hellish walls of noise in response to life.
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