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Graven Image Breaker

by Dog Mask

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"I don't belong in the world. That's what it is. Something separates me from other people. Everywhere, they're everywhere. They're not going to let me go. Everywhere I turn, there's something blocking my escape. It's trying to prevent me from living. He's trying to take me back somewhere. I can't fight anymore ... I, I don't know what's real anymore!" Endless streams of constant negativity Saturate my screen Mental health eroding like a shoreline Feeling more and more unseen Pale blue light, I long for your company Despite the way you make me feel More and more, I ask myself the question: What is fake and what is real? Doomscrolling Doomscrolling Doomscrolling Doomscrolling Searching for the next hit of dopamine Never satisfied Companies that profit on my outrage Algorithms justified Your eyeballs sold to the highest bidder Attention makes the world go 'round Feeling helpless just to feel something I watch the world burn to the ground Doomscrolling Doomscrolling Doomscrolling Doomscrolling Can't look away, doomed to consume Online always, consuming the doom Can't look away, doomed to consume Online always, consuming the doom
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Have you ever felt so alone? Or like your heart is made of stone? Come and listen to the secrets I speak We meet at my place seven days a week I can solve all your problems too I've got gaslights burning for you Your family and friends won't understand I can lead you to the promised land Leave your own thoughts outside my door Listen to me to save your soul To get my help you need to pass my test Got to prove that you're not like the rest I need your possessions, and all of your cash It's the only way to cleanse your body of trash Never question my authority If you want to prove your loyalty The whole world is our enemy I'd die for you, would you die for me? Leave your own thoughts outside my door Listen to me to save your soul I'm the only one that matters You're safe in my remote control Fuck you, you ungrateful prick Just thinking of you makes me sick After all we did, you betrayed our trust You turned your back and left us in the dust You say I abused you and treated you bad? You piece of shit, I'm the best you ever had I don't like your new self-esteem, so tough Don't worry, you'll be mine again soon enough Leave your own thoughts outside my door Listen to me to save your soul I'm the only one that matters You're safe in my remote control
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Authorial intent or public interpretation The eternal debate over the meaning of creations The internet only seems to amplify the discussion People saying shit without thinking of repercussions Echo chambers of flattery plug your ears from critics Double-down on bigotry just to please the cynics While it's possible a work of art can stand on its own, It's hard to ignore the author when they have a megaphone Graven image breaker Parasocial faker Idols off the altar Death of the author Graven image breaker Parasocial faker Idols off the altar Death of the author People start to think that creators are their friends To get more fans, they play along and pretend Faking authenticity to market their brand Golden calves worshipped in the palm of your hand So is it possible to separate the artist from the art, Or should we believe someone when they tell us who they are? If cancel culture exists, then answer this if you can: Why do shitty creators keep getting money from their fans? Graven image breaker Parasocial faker Idols off the altar Death of the author Graven image breaker Parasocial faker Idols off the altar Death of the author
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Abattoir 04:28
Bodies snatched in the night, the buzz of florescent lights Sewing up long pigs all together just right The meat crafter pulls hooks where his creation is hung A thousand vocal cords scream with the same set of lungs Wrong move, too late, the butcher meets his final fate The flesh calls for you, begging to assimilate Many-handed arms grab and pull you closer to them Looking for the chance to attach to your brain stem Twist, and blend, and morph, and bleed Cut, and slice, and sew, and feed Break, and crack, and sweat, and rust, Bind, and grind, and turn to dust Buildings composed of skin and bones Air filled with the sound of cries and moans Gnashed teeth in mouths merged with the earth itself A landscape painted red, an eternal living hell Anguished existence, unholy union Machine and flesh in communion After pursuing wealth to stoke the inner fire The humans have become their objects of desire Twist, and blend, and morph, and bleed Cut, and slice, and sew, and feed Break, and crack, and sweat, and rust, Bind, and grind, and turn to dust

about

This EP is about the internet.

Not the dream of a better world it was promised to be, but the nightmare of surveillance, toxicity, and exploitation it has become.

It is about the different ways that negativity, manipulation, idolatry, and commodification manifest on digital platforms, whether through individual actions, community networks, or structural forces.

It is about how the internet affects our mental health, our self-image, our attention, our emotions, our relationships, and how we live our lives.

Hopefully we can change that. Hopefully we can work towards the better world we were promised.

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released October 31, 2020

Written, produced, and performed by Dog Mask.

Photo by Prateek Katyal on Unsplash.

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Dog Mask Ontario

A person in a dog mask who makes dark music for dark times. Dog Mask fuses the intensity of goth, post-punk, and industrial music with the forward-thinking sensibilities of electronic music, art rock, internet media, and the avant-garde. It is the firm belief of this musician that you must thoroughly understand your shadows to discover by deduction what remains—the light. ... more

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