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ANGELA NOVA (THESIS 9)
04:03
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HER GAZE IS FIXED AND HER MOUTH IS WIDE
HER WINGS ARE SPREAD TO THE WIND IN THE SKY
PILES UP RUBBLE AND DIRT AND HER FEET
THERES ONLY WRECKAGE AS FAR AS SHE SEES
THE WHOLE OF OUR PAST IS MAINTAINED IN HER EYES
A MONUMENT BUILT TO THE PASSAGE OF TIME
HER FACE IS TURNED TOWARDS OUR HISTORY
AND ITS A SINGLE CATASTROPHE
A STORM IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
A STORM IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
A STORM IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
PUSHING HER BACKWARDS AND INTO THE NIGHT
SHE WOULD LIKE TO STAY AND AWAKEN THE DEAD
BUT SHES ONLY BLOWN FURTHER AHEAD
AND THERES NO HOPE IN FUTURE RELIEF
WHEN PROGRESS HAS SHOWN HIS FACE AS THE THIEF
THE TRAIN HAS RUN AWAY ON EMPTY TIME
THE BREAKS ARE CUT THE CONDUCTOR IS BLIND
THE PILE OF DEBRIS GROWS INTO THE SKY
THEY CALL IT PROGRESS ACCORDING TO TIME
A WIND IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
A WIND IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
A WIND IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
PUSHING HER BACKWARDS AND INTO THE NIGHT
WHEN THE STATE OF EMERGENCY IS THE ONLY RULE OF REALITY
FROM THE FIELD TO THE COMPUTER SCREEN
WE NEED A RUPTURE IN HISTORY
A STORM IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
PUSHING HER BACKWARDS AND INTO THE NIGHT
HER FACE IS TURNED TOWARDS OUR HISTORY
AND ITS A SINGLE CATASTROPHE
A STORM IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
A STORM IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
A STORM IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
PUSHING HER BACKWARDS AND INTO THE NIGHT
HER GAZE IS FIXED AND HER MOUTH IS WIDE
HER WINGS ARE SPREAD TO THE WIND IN THE SKY
PILES UP RUBBLE AND DIRT AND HER FEET
THERES ONLY WRECKAGE AS FAR AS SHE SEES
THE WHOLE OF OUR PAST IS MAINTAINED IN HER EYES
A MONUMENT BUILT TO THE PASSAGE OF TIME
HER FACE IS TURNED TOWARDS OUR HISTORY
AND ITS A SINGLE CATASTROPHE
HER FACE IS TURNED TOWARDS OUR HISTORY
AND ITS A SINGLE CATASTROPHE
A WIND IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
A WIND IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
A WIND IS BLOWING FROM PARADISE
PUSHING HER BACKWARDS AND INTO THE NIGHT
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DESERT ISLANDS
03:50
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REASON IS MERELY AN ISLAND
GROUNDED IN UNCERTAIN REGIONS
EMERGING THROUGH CRACKS IN THE BASIN
ESTABLISHED THROUGH AGES OF CLOTTING
WE ARE SUBJECT TO, CENTURIES OF RESIDUE, OLD REGIMES IN NEW COSTUMES, LEAVING US WITH NO PLACE LEFT TO MOVE
MOVEMENTS UNDER THE SURFACE
FLOWING THROUGH ABANDONED CHANNELS
RUPTURES IN SECLUDED CHAMBERS
FLOODING OUT OVER THE LANDSCAPE
BURNING THROUGH THE STAGNANT MASS
OF ALL ENLIGHTENED SEDIMENTS
WE ARE SUBJECT TO, CENTURIES OF RESIDUE, OLD REGIMES IN NEW COSTUMES, LEAVING US WITH NO PLACE LEFT TO MOVE
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DIGITAL HAZE
03:20
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WASHED OUT IN A DIGITAL HAZE
EYES BLURRED HEAD SPINNING AWAY
EMPTY MIND AND RUSHING THOUGHTS
RINGING PHONE AND FLASHING CLOCK
THE SOFT LIGHT OF THE SUBTLE GLOW
THE SMOOTH GLASS AN OPEN WINDOW HOME
PUSH THE BUTTON AND SWIPE ON THE SCREEN
MOVING PICTURES SET THE MIND TO EASE
WE LIVE AS OBJECTS ON DISPLAY IN VIRTUAL TERRAIN
WE ARE MERELY MATERIAL REMAINS OF SYMBOLIC EXCHANGE
THROUGH THE DOOR AND INTO THE STREET
MATTER IN MOTION WHAT CAN IT BRING
GAZING IN TO THE PRIVATE DREAM
WHERE ISOLATION BECOMES ECSTASY
OPEN NETWORKS OF SUBMISSION
VELOCITY OF ADDICTIONS
PUSH THE BUTTON AND SWIPE ON THE GLASS
YOUR RIDE IS COMING PLEASE SIT AND RELAX
WE LIVE AS OBJECTS ON DISPLAY IN VIRTUAL TERRAIN
WE ARE MERELY MATERIAL REMAINS OF SYMBOLIC EXCHANGE
WE ARE NO LONGER LIVING IN DECAY BUT AS POWER AT PLAY
BORN AGAIN IN A DIGITAL HAZE
REDESIGNED TO NEVER BE THE SAME
BINARY DESIRE IS WHAT I AM
NO SELF TO EVER RUN FROM AGAIN
IN STORAGE CLOUDS AND DATA SETS
IT NEVER RAINS THE SUN NEVER SETS
PERFECT POWER AND TOTAL CONTROL
THE SINGLE VISION AND ONLY GOAL
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UNTITLED
00:48
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VULTURE INDUSTRY
03:40
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CANT THINK OF MUCH THATS NOT BEEN SWALLOWED WHOLE
CHEWED UP DIGESTED RENDERED VOID AND NULL
NEGATION HAS ME BACKED UP AGAINST THE WALL
LOOKING OUT OVER THE EDGE MAN IM TEMPTED TO FALL, IN
SO WHAT ELSE TO DO BUT LAY DOWN AND DIE
AND FEED THE VULTURES THAT CIRCLE THE SKY
THE END HAS COME AND IM BORED TO DEATH
WHY NOT LAY DOWN AND TAKE MY LAST BREATH
THESE TIMES ARE DESPERATE I THINK ITS PLAIN TO SEE
THAT CAPITAL LIVES AND BREATHES INSIDE YOU AND ME
WE ARE THE ARMS AND LEGS ITS ANATOMY
WE ARE THE SUBJECTS BIRTHED THROUGH THE GLOWING SCREENS
SO WHAT ELSE TO DO BUT LAY DOWN AND DIE
AND FEED THE VULTURES THAT CIRCLE THE SKY
THE END HAS COME AND IM BORED TO DEATH
WHY NOT LAY DOWN AND TAKE MY LAST BREATH
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MAXIMS AND ARROWS
04:18
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THE KNIFE THRUST OF THE TYRANT COMES
FROM THE TONGUE OF OUR CLEVER SONS
WHO MAKE MUMMIES OF ALL HISTORY
AND BUILD PYRAMIDS AND GOLD BUILDINGS
AND LAY WASTE TO ALL DUST AND FLESH
WHO SPEAK OF SHADOWS WITH EVERY BREATH
AND DREAM UP SYSTEMS SO EFFICIENTLY
JUST TO COVER FOR ANXIETIES
SO LET ME LEND YOU MY TUNING FORK
TO TEST TEST THE TENOR OF A REASONED REMARK
TO UNCOVER WHAT LIVES BENEATH
HOT RESENTMENT AND COLD DECEIT
NEED YOU ASK WHY IN YOUR BREAST
YOUR CRAMPED HEART THROBS WITH UNREST
YOUR EYES SPEAK SO FLUENTLY
IN TONGUES OF TERROR AND CRUELTY
SO WHY FLEE FROM NATURE’S CALL
TO WARM MEALS WITHIN PRISON WALLS
I GUESS ONE MAKES A BED COMFORTABLY
TO SPEND ALL THEIR DAYS SOUND ASLEEP
THERE ARE MORE IDOLS THAN REALTY
TAKE UP THIS HAMMER AND YOU WILL SEE
MY EVIL EYE SCANS TO AND FRO
TO FIND NOTHING BUT THESE EMPTY HOLES
THERE ARE MORE IDOLS THAN REALTY
A TRAGIC CASE IT MAY SEEM
TO CHOOSE A BURDEN THAT ONE CANT BEAR
AND BE CRUSHED BEYOND ALL DISREPAIR
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TOWARD A FORM
02:36
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WHERE NOTHING IS LEFT
BUT UNSPOKEN THOUGHTS AND
UNTHINKABLE WORDS
WE MAKE OUR HOME
AND WE DEPART FROM EVERYTHING WE KNOW
AND NEVER REST BUT
CONTINUE TO ROAM
SO FAR AWAY
SO FAR AWAY
SO FAR AWAY
SO FAR
WHERE ALL TRUTH DISSOLVES
AND EVERY ERROR
NO LONGER BLOCKS
WHAT WERE TO BECOME
NO CERTANTIES
AND NO WORDS WE THINK
WILL EVER BRING US SECURITY
BUT ONLY MOVEMENTS
TOWARD A FORM
THATS NEVER CEASING TO BE REBORN
SO FAR AWAY
SO FAR AWAY
SO FAR AWAY
SO FAR
PRIOR TO ALL OPPOSITIONS
BEYOND ALL OF OUR PRIVATIONS
BEYOND EVERY DESIRE
BEYOND EVERY ASSERTION
IM FAR AWAY
IM FAR AWAY FROM
IM FAR AWAY
IM FAR
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POLICE GUN
04:10
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ROLLING TIRES
OUT ON THE BEAT
WATCHING AND WAITING
ROAMING THE STREET
DESPERATE TYRANT
WITH DARKENED SIGHT
WHITE DEVIL
OF THE CRUELEST TYPE
OPEN SEASON
BENEATH CITY LIGHT
IS THE LAW AND ORDER
OF A WHITE LIE
BLACK PAVEMENT
RED BLOOD
A BLACK BODY
AND THE BARREL OF A
POLICE GUN
POLICE GUN POLICE GUN POLICE GUN POLICE GUN
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