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Spitting on ancestral tombs has my essence
And the undead in the womb
Burning me
My allergy to the light, insight
Has my control claimed…
Razing every grain of land, in the unknown caravan
Reaching the limit
Killing every modern war, be a virgin
Or a whore
It doesn’t matter
There’s no haven here, inside Earth’s wounds
There’s a virus here, melting us away
There’s no shelter in this zone
Feeling all the same sensations that we felt long before
In these times of contradiction
The fake IS often MORE REAL…more real?
There’s no shelter in this zone
Forging an unknown tool, a hammer
Leads us to play the fool, waning
My allergy to the lie, this time
Rewrites history
The day will come when or race
Will long to return
To the organic
Saving time, saving face, spread your legs to say grace
Just forget all you know!
The world is erased, your memes erased
The world is erased, your chroma zone is erased!
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Cryolife
04:04
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Since I was modified, I’ve only been defied
From neuromuscular pathways to ever stretching highways
I bathe in silence
I bathe in rage
I can’t feel my ARMS and I can’t feel my LEGS
There’s NOTHING MORE but MY CORE
The system’s own propaganda
Reveals my true agenda
I tear out conscience to devour life’s own essence
Inside the truth of my suffering
Nothing changes the man (MACHINE)
I’ve become…
I can’t feel my ARMS and I can’t feel my LEGS
There’s NOTHING MORE but MY CORE
Senses DESIGNED to be DENIED
One final step to my Death…
Inside me, inside us all,
There’s only our shadows…
I can’t feel my ARMS and I can’t feel my LEGS
There’s NOTHING MORE but MY CORE
Senses DESIGNED to be DENIED
One final step to my Death…
I’ve been CHOSEN to lead SUFFERING
By the HAND upon my LAND
NEVER changing, NEVER growing
I got NOTHING left, only D e AT H
Only Death… ONLY Death?
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Assembly Line Asylum
05:02
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From a colossal and fertile yolk, this creature rises
An ambler of wire and flesh, and stitched bypasses
Corruption of self, an excuse to feed
On enemy ground, we’re planting the seed
Facing the tremors that rearrange
Landscapes we’ve known, to sulk in pain
For a distorted and horrific sense of wonder
We disturb the natural balance of synapses
From the time we are given in life, we make our choices
To be part of the chain
Forcing a change, sensations to bleed
Under blood red skies, we’re growing our greed
Trusting our flesh, or the moat in God’s eye
To seduce life, with our own designs!
And from the patchwork of chaos, a spark inside us dwells
Machine made men made in batches
Allusions to freedom expel
All that we know to be true, is but a pattern of codes
Living inside 1s and 0s, and no fear of the unknown
Butcher my cause, invert the scene
Deny the gods with this razors sheen
Let go your life, its now time
Stand on your feet, and embrace life!
Our own self awareness is our curse…
It’s our curse, awareness…
We are machine made men, pity us
We are unsalvageable, pity us
So we’ve come this far, lavish us
So we’ve earned these scars, lavish us…
And from the patchwork of chaos, a spark inside us dwells
Machine made men made in batches
Allusions to freedom expel
All that we know to be true, is but a pattern of codes
Living inside 1s and 0s, and no fear of the unknown
Our own self awareness is our curse…
It’s our curse, awareness…
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SYNASTRY Montréal, Québec
Long dormant, but reawakened in early 2020. The current uncertainty calls for a band that can explore humanity, the
singularity and morality
Synastry are from Montreal, Canada, a hotbed of metal. We are here to raise the temperature
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