1. |
Standardization
04:06
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Time
Delusion
Subconcious Stream
Full erasure
Paralyze me
All my hope dissolves to sorrow
In this world of lost tomorrows.
Soul confusion
Neurotic fuse
Logic circuits
What is truth?
All my hope dissolves to sorrow
In this world of lost tomorrows.
Mutate braincells
Perceptive fear
World darkens
Inside--so near
In this world of endless sorrow
Jesus, bring me to tomorrow.
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2. |
Project DV-8
02:49
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We've come a long way for nothing,
things never change.
Born again but not a child,
into this age.
Symbol of time and progress,
I must be strong.
Commence programme of machine,
It won't take long.
False hope hides who I am
System fallen into my hand
Plans for peace, promise of love,
Fall down acknowledge me.
Monitor your every move,
secretly.
Nothing will be left unseen,
Silently
Take my mark, make it yours
On your forehead, on your hand
Electronic transfer currency
What power is left, except,
For the one in control
The base number, 666
Binary compatible but less human
Anti-spirit but easily accessed
DV-8
System overthrown
Divine intervention
We've neglected God's salvation.
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3. |
Decay
02:47
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4. |
Infinitum
05:06
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Induce system
Pacify
Routine input
Classify
Organize subgroup
Retrain
Memory control
"I dream,
This is not home.
Dead soul,
I feel so along."
Rewrite program
Modify
Drive malfunction
Overwrite
Insert orders, control key
Memory grows old
"I dream,
This is not home.
Dead soul,
I feel so alone
Reach out,
Must be something more,
Oh God, Bring me to your world."
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5. |
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PSALMS 90:10,12
ROMANS 7:15,18,19,24,25
The number of our days is seventy years
or eighty if we have the strength
Teach us to number our days
That we may gain a heart of wisdom
What I am doing, I do not understand
What I want to do, I do not
But what I hate, this I do
I know that nothing good dwells in me
for the good I want to do, I do not
But the evil I do not want, I do
What a wretched man I am
Who will rescue me from this body of death?
I thank God, through Jesus Christ out Lord.
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6. |
End of Transmission
02:20
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7. |
Ens Cogitans
03:30
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Functioning
Commence program
Default-retry
System secured, parameters set;
Distance and time
Bio-circuitry input processing
Random emotive pointless tendencies
Existence-isolation
Unconscious origin
Fractional dependence
Universal disconnection.
Between subjective and absolute
Through standard and components come unique products
Novel stroke of design:
A thinking machine, finite perception
Infinite longing, self-exaltation
Neural stimulation, self-delusion.
A thinking being certain of nothing
A thinking being certain of nothing
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8. |
The Initial
04:14
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I was once lost
in a sea of sorrow.
When I lost my way
I had to seek a new day.
As far as I could see
she would look down on me.
And when I lost faith
Who would take my place?
This world holds no truth
and yet I sought like their was
And when false hope let me down
this morning and each new day...
Someone knocking at my door
I could not feel to let him in.
And so in hope and desperation
Jesus took me home...
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9. |
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We drop to our ground
Our souls fear to die
The smoke lies heavy in our chest
As the armies sail on by.
Straight cut in stark emerald green
leaving stations with pride
Singing our souls to a standstill
As life fades on by.
Sifting through rags of death
Distant shelling screams murder
We walk in line
In the final solution.
Life in the shadow of extinction
I work harder to be
Drinking old worries as dreams pass by
I cry.
A thinking machine so certain of nothing
As the flats turn black
Seeking approval in twisted metal
Voices assail.
And as the fire rips through the sky
It envelopes inside my eyes
The time is now, the time has come
To live, to live undone.
It's a battle between thinking and feeling
Lies and truth
Right and wrong
Who I am and who I'm not
Love and hate
Control and chaos
What means something and what means nothing
What's important and what is not
The rusted machine lets out a scream
In the final solution.
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10. |
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We drop to our ground
Our souls fear to die
The smoke lies heavy in our chest
As the armies sail on by.
Straight cut in stark emerald green
leaving stations with pride
Singing our souls to a standstill
As life fades on by.
Sifting through rags of death
Distant shelling screams murder
We walk in line
In the final solution.
Life in the shadow of extinction
I work harder to be
Drinking old worries as dreams pass by
I cry.
A thinking machine so certain of nothing
As the flats turn black
Seeking approval in twisted metal
Voices assail.
And as the fire rips through the sky
It envelopes inside my eyes
The time is now, the time has come
To live, to live undone.
It's a battle between thinking and feeling
Lies and truth
Right and wrong
Who I am and who I'm not
Love and hate
Control and chaos
What means something and what means nothing
What's important and what is not
The rusted machine lets out a scream
In the final solution.
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convoluted in the dire industrial town of oshawa between techno-punk enthusiasts steve shoe and johnny s in '95, autovoice was later expanded in '97 by the addition of morse code. 13 years later, autovoice continues its mission under the artistic vision of johnny s. ... more
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