1. |
The Faceless
04:41
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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
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2. |
Church of the Golem
06:44
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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!
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3. |
Amygdala Rising
06:16
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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
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4. |
Unchained
04:12
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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
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5. |
Spoils
03:32
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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
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6. |
The Glutton's Prayer
03:57
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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
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7. |
I, Manipulator
06:36
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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
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8. |
Content
06:08
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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
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9. |
Angle of Descent
07:30
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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
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10. |
Dissecting the Worm
10:00
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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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