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Doomscrolling
05:18
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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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Remote Control
04:00
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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
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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
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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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