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This track explores a capitalist, fascist future. A grim future. One that may even be ... dark? A future that, even when you die, your body is still used by the ruling class. Bones, muscle, brain matter, sinew. All combined with machinery in order to keep the rich comfortable, and their hands, soft.
What's worse is sometimes, we feel EVERYTHING.
Individual tracks available as, "Pay What You Want" on Bandcamp. Want it for free? That's fine. I get it. Want to support us and pay a gazillion? Great.
Everything and in between is greatly appreciated and every bit helps!
(A) Smash Fascism. Love each other. Support mutual aid requests when you can! (E)
Verse 1:
Void engulfs me in the end. Exhausted, now I rest.
I feel them bring me back again.
I hear them say, “repair it fast.”
The cables in my brain, the servos in my neck
They force me to obey their will.
I feel the circuits take control.
Chorus:
They use me for parts, won’t allow me to die.
IN AGONY, I SERVE THEM.
Part corpse and part machine, my body follows their command.
CRYING OUT, INSIDE MY HEAD.
Left unable to rest, no control of my flesh.
UNPLUG ME NOW, PLEASE LET ME DIE.
Verse 2:
“Systems: online” My vox reports. But, those are not my words.
my screams of pain are filtered out.
Installed once more: I fill my role
No hope, my husk complies. A human interface.
How many times was I brought back?
Sentenced to undead servitude
Bridge:
I
AM REBORN
THOUSAND FOLD
SERVITOR
AM I A FUCKING DOOR NOW?
Chorus:
They use me for parts, won’t allow me to die.
IN AGONY, I SERVE THEM.
Part corpse and part machine, my body follows their command.
CRYING OUT, INSIDE MY HEAD.
Left unable to rest, no control of my flesh.
UNPLUG ME NOW, PLEASE LET ME DIE.
This track explores a capitalist, fascist future. A grim future. One that may even be ... dark? A future that, even when you die, your body is still used by the ruling class. Bones, muscle, brain matter, sinew. All combined with machinery in order to keep the rich comfortable, and their hands, soft.
What's worse is sometimes, we feel EVERYTHING.
Individual tracks available as, "Pay What You Want" on Bandcamp. Want it for free? That's fine. I get it. Want to support us and pay a gazillion? Great.
Everything and in between is greatly appreciated and every bit helps!
(A) Smash Fascism. Love each other. Support mutual aid requests when you can! (E)
Verse 1:
Void engulfs me in the end. Exhausted, now I rest.
I feel them bring me back again.
I hear them say, “repair it fast.”
The cables in my brain, the servos in my neck
They force me to obey their will.
I feel the circuits take control.
Chorus:
They use me for parts, won’t allow me to die.
IN AGONY, I SERVE THEM.
Part corpse and part machine, my body follows their command.
CRYING OUT, INSIDE MY HEAD.
Left unable to rest, no control of my flesh.
UNPLUG ME NOW, PLEASE LET ME DIE.
Verse 2:
“Systems: online” My vox reports. But, those are not my words.
my screams of pain are filtered out.
Installed once more: I fill my role
No hope, my husk complies. A human interface.
How many times was I brought back?
Sentenced to undead servitude
Bridge:
I
AM REBORN
THOUSAND FOLD
SERVITOR
AM I A FUCKING DOOR NOW?
Chorus:
They use me for parts, won’t allow me to die.
IN AGONY, I SERVE THEM.
Part corpse and part machine, my body follows their command.
CRYING OUT, INSIDE MY HEAD.
Left unable to rest, no control of my flesh.
UNPLUG ME NOW, PLEASE LET ME DIE.