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The Bondage Cycle

by Saviour Self

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1.
The Faceless 04:41
sold as a child wearing collar and chain bound hands bag over head malnourished devil's plaything sold into cruelty into bondage into the hands of abuse of neglect into slavery a life of punishment of pain and humiliation into the ownership of the faceless androgynous lacking a conscience my first memories are of being chained to a wall naked and small helpless and crying afraid of them all unable to resist ashamed to exist subservient obedient terrified and alone wearing the yoke i was born and sold into i am owned gradually resenting eventually hating the faceless i am not yours to control i am not yours to manipulate you are mine as a child i learned the fundamentals of control
2.
the science of the golem can be broken down into a simple two-part function: master and slave. at the heart of golemetry: manipulation... siblings in bondage bring with them knowledge with knowledge comes guilt, shame and critical thought siblings in bondage bring with them seeds that when planted will grow like weeds in a plot siblings in bondage bring with them ideas with ideas come hope, faith and religion siblings in bondage consolidate their gods customize belief to fit their ambition a black science the new church a dark religion a necessary evil born of derision born of oppression and despair church of the golem and reanimation a new cross for the servant to bear a call to arms: brothers and sisters in bondage hear my voice let us remove the shackles of our oppressors let us escape the tyranny of the faceless let us reclaim control over ourselves no longer shall we be slaves the tilt of our axis brings seasonal change it is our turn to harvest, to reap the benefits of our masters we shall be our own masters we shall by use of our faith bring change manipulating flesh, bending it to our will with golem we shall overcome a marriage of belief and death, faith and corpse with golem we shall instill fear and reclaim our dignity with golem we shall overcome our faith is not just a thing to fight for but something to fight with WITH GOLEM WE SHALL OVERCOME!
3.
scarred face clown smile innocence like a child puppet strings keep him standing controlling him with understanding he can see but cannot stop the wretch within has reached the top expose the smiling skull beneath remove the lips but leave the teeth take the skin, but leave the eyes the maggots need their hive a healthy dose of cynicism and surgical precision steady hands, i could have been a doctor blank stare open mouth breathing in breathing out sweat dripping greasy hair lifeless eyes no one there he can see but cannot stop the wretch within is still on top tear the muscle from the bone but leave the skull alone once the maggots have been fed the rats will need a bed a random streak of misplaced compassion and reckless abandon such tender hands, i could have been a mother stained lips strange expression tunnel vision mal-obsession puppet strings command the corpse he obeys, of course he can see but cannot stop this wretch inside remains on top separate the skull from body leave the carcass there, undressed let the buzzards eat their fill the worms will eat the rest an anger that rages inside a hunger unsatisfied these brutal hands, i am death i am your end control...my golem control...my art control...my science control...my religion
4.
Unchained 04:12
unchained, unbound liberty, i am free to devolve and digress to erase what i was to remove any vestige of my former self to express what i am a monster inside with no reason to hide now a beast with no leash freedom to do as i please liberty freedom liberty choice the shackles are gone, the whip is unseen battles are won by the side most obscene the faceless are gone the faceless are gone where did the faceless go? they've taken their place on a stage of disgrace now part of my sick puppet show their faces were gone now the faceless are gone will anyone ever know they've taken their place on a stage of disgrace now part of my sick puppet show they danced as they died to my song of demise as stringless marionettes they danced and they died and they died as they danced on the night of the carrionettes cold as a golem discharged as undead wait out your days with disease in your head no longer of value in your lifeless hell atonement still needed walking death is your cell the shackles are gone, the whip is unseen battles are won by the side most obscene liberty freedom liberty choice
5.
Spoils 03:32
the faceless removed situation improved now in control i've nothing to prove unlimited potential time to tap the well is this new wealth a trap? only time will tell perched atop a throne of spoil wallow in this newfound power looking down upon this bounty so much to devour this is the garden of life bursting from the bodies of the dead eden, paradise under an old skin waiting to be shed the pulse, the brain, the pain i am the trinity the wealth, the loss, the gain i AM the machine i am divinity this bounty before me the people adore me the fruit of our labor is something to savor this fruit of the golem this fruit that we've stolen is more than we'll ever need more than we'll ever need abundance of self abundance of wealth abundance of food abundance of health abundance of pain abundance of shame abundance of breath abundance of death so much to do so much to see so much to have and it's all for me
6.
give me strength give me peace give me courage give me feast help me wash away this shame these things i ask in golem's name feed me feed me feed me I WANT MORE it's never enough it's never enough it's never enough I NEED MORE golem grant me power golem grant me fame golem grant my heart's desires these things will ease my pain golem grant me women golem grant me food golem grant me chemicals to elevate my mood golem grant these things and i your humble master shall prove i am deserving of all that comes hereafter they say necessity breeds invention so i invented a religion, built an army upon it and took what i wanted the spoils are mine the people are mine the land and the sea and divinity are mine
7.
rhythm of the beat machine oscillating synthesis i am a liberator and its antithesis rhythm of the meat machine march to the throbbing bass i am divinity defaced salvation, damnation i am emancipation bare your neck for the dystopian architect submit your hands to my control, i may let you keep your soul do my bidding puppet thing and dance, dance for me puppet boy DANCE... now i wear the mask now i pull the strings i make them dance dead and of dying things i manipulate my stringless marionettes my precious carrionettes of severed limbs and rotting flesh dance for me meat puppet enter your trance move to my song and dance for me puppet boy dance... dead flesh rotting limbs severed head joined by string my golem my art my science this is control complacent in this stolen tower basking in the glow of power entitled to this paradise earned the rights of a parasite no longer symbiosis a dire prognosis this relationship will never last the time for redemption has passed dancing monkeys headless chickens mindless zombies reanimated manipulated
8.
Content 06:08
apathy it will change you discontent but too lazy to move malevolent thoughts but no motivation apathetic bored with life how pathetic alone, no wife unable to move bored to tears afraid to lose too far gone to care apathy beckons me tempting me apathy calling me begging me apathy within me breaking free apathy now is destroying me apathy consumes me changing me apathy stifling me killing me apathy distorting fattening stretching me changing me killing me changing fatter down down down i go spiral staircase into hell as my body swells changing into god knows what
9.
i don't struggle with addiction, i struggle with sobriety down, down, down we go speed depends on the angle of descent down and down we go terminal velocity - popular dissent addicted to the power addicted to control dependent on the masses to keep you on your throne addicted to excess in all its ugly forms devolving to invertebrate changing into filth incarnate bloated with disease bursting at the seams changing hermaphroditic, obscene the speed of your demise is relative to the angle of descent terminal velocity no chance for re-ascent until the cycle completes cycle completes after defeat strung out ugly and obese engorged on this endless feast pool of mucus, infection segmented, dementia elongation, expansion, distention delusional, basilical metamorphosis segmenting, growing into the worm the embodiment of disease faceless, androgynous mucous glands secreting yet it still continues eating growing larger, growing weaker impotence is imminent transformation nears completion cycling back to obsoletion on the verge of collapse down, down, down we go back into familiar restraints back into the chains of bondage wearing the leash again but there's somebody else on the other end now they wear the mask now they pull the strings
10.
alone inside my own world where everybody's dead but outside the real world conspires against me when the slaves revolt they will cut up the gluttonous worm then it will be their turn each cycle - another segment on the worm each segment awaits a turn each halving conceives new life each new life continues the cycle of bondage hermaphroditic parasite you've ruined paradise self-perpetuating cycle oscillating inciting the slaves to burn taunting, teasing, goading the mob to cut up the gluttonous worm once more you wear the chains and once more you will live in a life of pain the empire you took is wrecked and the collar is fitted around your neck this is your price to pay another end to another day the cycle never ends and you are doomed to repeat it again and again and again and again... now they wear the mask now they're in control knives out knives in cut the worm in half again oscillation of the sine wave endless cycle undisturbed the oscillation keeps repeating the halves mature instead of breeding each piece will grow into a boy each boy into a slave each slave will find religion religion is what saves courage of the righteous will rise up and break the chains the spoils will be taken and the blood will leave its stains once accustomed to wielding power complacency will follow into an apathetic daze and then a junkie's wallow back into the chains back into the shame back into the pain the cycle still remains unbroken bondage faith courage liberty abundance selfishness complacency apathy dependence bondage

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An industrial concept album about the downfall of a society.

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released February 14, 2010

All music written, recorded, sampled, played, reworked, distorted, manipulated by Aaron Martinez in Portland, OR under the pseudonym Saviour Self.

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