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• 1. Rotten (09:11)
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  Ineptitude's no longer an excuse
  Complacency and comfort are a poison
  Achievement is a lie based on the sordid paradigm of misplaced gratitude for that already deserved
  
  Awaken from this turgid slumber
  Dispense with flaccid notions of well-meaning
  The thought that counts is worthless if the spine that backs it falters, incapable of bolstering the line
  
  Rotten, so very rotten
  the core decays, and the facade crumbles
  Rotten, a taint to tar the tongue
  as perfumed smiles, mask the foetid reek
  
  The only truth
  resides
  in actions done
  no empty words
  
  Aspire toward the betterment of others
  Prepare to plunge hands into the dirt
  To sift beneath the filth, the anathema of guilt, upon which vanity and inequity will thrive
  
  On the surface, so fine, a contentment bold and blithe
  Behind the veil, inside, a cancer multiplies
  So pernicious, so rotten, an insatiable, venal glutton
  Devouring, consuming, until the whole is gone
• 2. Undeterred by Reason (04:39)
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  So stubborn, so ignorant
  an incorrigible brute of blunt intent
  To know failure as the only option
  yet continue, undeterred by reason
  
  And as for reason, the rewards
  justify the means: the imbalanced yield
  On occasion, the scales will tip too far
  and reveal a biased nature
  
  To know failure as the only option
  yet continue, undeterred by reason
  
  When the result misaligns with opinion
  ask again until the question loses meaning
  Distort the answers to derive the right conclusion
  Discard all proofs that don't comply
  Spit in the eye of mother science
  Spit in the eye of mother science
  
  To know failure as the only option
  yet continue, undeterred by reason
  Spit in the eye of mother science
  Spit in the eye of mother
• 3. Moths & Acolytes (07:02)
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  Gather round in worship
  for the vacant promise of benediction
  An eclipsing faith surpasses
  these cloistered adherents, drawn toward the light
  
  A litany of praise in silence
  guided by the swarm
  that flickers in and out of the parochial doctrine
  A-fucking-men
  Allow the zeal of heaven's malice
  to dress the empty altar of repentance
  then turn toward such radiance
  A-fucking-men
  
  A halo shines and burns,
  leaving charred the canon of holy reverence
  A susurration as the shadows descend
  in winged spiral upon that font of absolution
  
  A-fucking-men
  
  Oh blessed disciple
  devoted and devout
  Let not the veil before the flame deter
  for the shade will ever seek to thwart the light
  Continue, then, your journey
  toward the embrace of salvation
  secure in the knowledge that faith
  must be tested to be proven
  And hardened in the forge of adversity
  like a sword tempered by the hammer
  It can bow but not break
  It can tremble but not shatter
  On your knees in genuflection
  press that brow to cold, cold stone
  The whispering of silken cloth as you rise
  The fluttering of silken wings as you fly
  More and more
  always one to follow the other
  A horde to flock in adulation
  singing a thousand, thousand plaudits
  Because answers are not the promise
  there can be no ultimatum
  It will be for you what it is
  It will be for you your freedom
  
  Oh blessed disciple
  devoted and devout
  Let not the veil before the flame deter
  for the shade will ever seek to thwart the light
  A-fucking-men
  Because answers are not the promise
  there can be no ultimatum
  It will be for you what it is
  It will be for you your freedom
• 4. Of Thirst (06:20)
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  There is a scourge, ambition
  a prerequisite of life
  To exist is to compete
  to live is to vie
  
  The fundamental urge to thrive
  dominates all
  Yet for some to prosper
  the rest must fall
  
  for some to prosper
  the rest must fall
  
  In this yearning for success
  in this waking of lust
  there is no concept of restraint
  It's a matter of must
  
  To exist is to compete
  To live is to vie
  
  The hunger roars anew
  Yet it cannot be satisfied
  Civility's trappings be damned
  It's all a question of thirst
  
  It's all a question of thirst
  
  In this yearning for success
  in this waking of lust
  there is no concept of restraint
  It's a matter of must
  
  for some to prosper
  the rest must fall
  
  It's all a question of
• 5. Used to Wonder (07:50)
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  The belief in the notion of good
  is the dream of a fool
  There is no inherent manner of being
  only that which is ingrained
  
  A cog with blunted teeth is worthless
  so too one that is too sharp
  Slot into place within this factory of life
  and stare, stare outward in despair
  
  Is there truly no alternative?
  Is there really only one design?
  
  A callous system for the many
  reaping more than it can sow
  where the few control the harvest
  and maintain this torrid status quo
  
  Is there truly no alternative?
  Is there really only one design?
  Is there just no better way to live?
  These simple things one used to wonder
  
  These simple things one used to wonder
  long forgotten in the wake of surrender
  No more striving for another solution
  just surviving in this bleak institution
  
  A daily struggle, an eternal competition
  An apathetic acceptance of defeat
  A cog well rounded, that works within its function
  devoid of dreams and foolish wonder
• 6. Rote (07:48)
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  Hark the herald angels sing, cast eyes to the ground and allude to nothing
  Pay due respects as learned by rote, to those of higher virtue with bloated self-worth
  
  Again, again, always again the same
  No matter the outcome, it's never permitted to change
  Back to the grind, break backs on the grinding stone
  This is the lot.
  
  Why give glory to a newborn king, who demands obeisance yet reciprocates with not a thing
  
  Typical privilege bestowed by birth, a divine blessing upon this earth, ha!
  Pay due respects as learned by rote, to those of higher virtue with bloated self-worth
  
  Again, again, always again the same
  No matter the outcome, it's never permitted to change
  Back to the grind, back to the grind, break backs on the grinding stone
  This is the lot.
  
  Hark the herald angels sing, cast eyes to the ground and allude to nothing
  Why give glory to a newborn king, who demands obeisance yet reciprocates with not a thing
• 7. Such as It Always Is (08:30)
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  Fuck it
  This world's a mess
  An abhorrent pantomime society
  only as civil as a knife to the throat
  But fuck it
  No one cares anymore
  Those days of giving a shit
  are long, long gone
  
  The sadness in these words, abounds
  yet is as nothing compared to the veracity
  The denuded truth is ever worse than hoped
  Such as it always is
  
  Don't wait
  for something else to happen
  The result will only ever be
  the sum of its parts
  And its parts are paltry
  insufficient, a fucking joke
  Take solace in the knowledge
  that it could never be anything but
  
  a fucking mess
  
  The sadness in these words, abounds
  yet is as nothing compared to the veracity
  The denuded truth is ever worse than hoped
  Such as it always is
  
  A series of failures
  led to this state
  yet there'll be no redress
  no chance to get it right
  So stop with the protest
  and stop with the hope
  this world cannot be fixed
  such as it is
  A series of disasters
  continue to devastate
  unchecked and unabated
  appalling in their ambit
  A virulent test for humanity
  that was failed long, long ago
  this world cannot be fixed
  Such as it always is
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