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Faceless, Dreamless

by Vyathist

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1.
Station 04:40
It dreamed to skirt along the sacred walls Of myriad clouds of thought and staked its claim. Deep in the slumbering, it found a lonely home. Inside, a thousand dreaming idiot lives. It’s not enough to say This will destroy the station. It is enough to know This will erase its name. All lying frozen, stacked asleep in halls, The hum of engines thundering below them. The weakest light fell like gray dust upon their skins, Each one a replica. Each faceless, dreamless. It’s not enough to say This will destroy the station. It is enough to know This will erase its name. In the end, they would call out--the walls would echo back. Each voice always a stranger’s, no one that they knew. Pathetic lives wasted on blind ambition. A mass of useless flesh became the void there. It’s not enough to say This will destroy the station. It is enough to know This will erase its name. You are the station.
2.
Abort 05:21
Less you see, all the more will be. Ghosts from entry fires fill your holes. Growing there, faintest traces of Ambition in their slitted eyes. Grim abandon, no unliving wills, Nor the dead, nor lives of randomness. In your veins, it lies, smells of sacrifice And cancerous, stinking bowels. Abort it. Overrun with roots, believe when you do not. Scum tech your head cannot fathom. Revel there, wallowing in turds Of your likeness with rolling eyes. Voice whispers to you--to your body, blue, Suspended in razor wire: “Stage a suicide, make a death your bride, Fill yourself with false remorse.” Abort it. Doom. Doomed people.
3.
Down here, folding away the cost of strife. All is distraction for the bulk of lives. Down here, cattle turn away, cities burn. Images, flat screens, empty rooms. Over and over and over and over. Looped end of all time. Over and over and over and over. Over and over and over and over. Looped end of all time. Over and over and over and over… Returning, wiping the stars from the sky. Returning, a scream beneath black glass. In here, the measure of a man’s worth Is dead from the moment of his first breath. Without hope, without reason or fear. See how the sky darkens beyond your will. Over and over and over and over. Looped end of time. Over and over and over and over. Over and over and over and over. Looped end of time. Over and over and over and over. Returning, wiping the stars from the sky. Returning, a scream beneath black glass. Plumed serpent. Returning, wiping the stars from the sky. Returning, a scream beneath black glass. Down here, each one against another. Your prayers are vile, dead, useless. Down here, cattle lower heads, cities fall. Images, flat screens, empty rooms. Over and over and over and over. Looped end of all time. Over and over and over and over. Over and over and over and over. Looped end of all time. Over and over and over and over. Returning, wiping the stars from the sky. Returning, your face beneath black glass.
4.
In undergrounds, in cyborg towns, Now rewinds, hurls you through space and time. The longest year back rusting here Among the parts and discarded robot minds. Amazing halt. Dead stop for all. All drives will fail in gutters of a cosmic force. I blame the sun for going out. I blame you all—you conned me into a technoid. I will delete me. My latency, my latency Is driving me down to depths unexplored. This you is me? Such urgency… To know which one is gold and which is shit. New gadgetry found in my sleep Numbs my mind, locks my hands to the board. On circuit maps, on mismatched loads, Blind eyes wide in waves of puncturing static. I will delete me.
5.
Oh, how the chain is pulled from cross to QWERTY When the journey ends and your thoughts are forfeit! Bless your soul and input dead-end coordinates. Why is my screen blank when I type to my god? Into black holes, into space of others. Out of black holes, into purloined minds. Blood from the soul is transmogrified. Cell journey ends against a backdrop of granite. Bless your soul and input dead-end coordinates. Why is my screen blank when I type to my god? Into black holes, into space of others. Out of black holes, into purloined minds. Memory becomes mere media.
6.
All hearts are holes Locked in coffin-holds. The tongues of old Break the fragile fur. Belief in belief dies. Eviscerate. The body is a stain. All breath is sold With unrealistic goals. Soul, sure and cold, Removed and ground to dust. Belief in belief dies. Eviscerate. The body is a stain. We all end equally. In the end, this will be. I won’t see you. You won’t see me. Hear me out, hear me whole. Speech of my dead-voiced control.
7.
Reply in manner for fuck-offs. Reply with a message of fuck you. Pray with two angelturd-formed hands. Weep with winged corpses in your laps. All your ideas are up for grabs… And soon the light will reap your thoughts. Resist and you become weak, fuck-offs. Resist and receive a brief fuck you. Prayers deeply homogenized, absurd. Weep with deep-fried wings inside your mouths. All your ideas are up for grabs… And soon the light will reap your thoughts.
8.
Code in the blind Corpse by the road. Set-paste the eyes. Reset the lie. Over the broken concepts, Over the birdshat ledge. Filling in broken concepts. Falsified gaps of life. Scoop out the rind, Wires, keys and bloat. Shut down the eyes, Network the sight. Over the broken concepts, Over the birdshat ledge. Filling in broken concepts. Falsified gaps of life. Force the past in timeproof boxes. All is passing. Born to burn the way for the future nothing. Born to pave the way to the endless nothing.

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Shane Gillis - lead and rhythm guitar
Jeff McLeod - vocals and synth
Brandon Marvin - rhythm guitar
Robert Taylor - drums
Mark Coleman - bass

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released October 7, 2011

All music by Shane Gillis
All lyrics by Jeff McLeod
Recorded by Shane Gillis and Jamie Uertz
Mixed by Shane Gillis and Jeff McLeod
Mastered by Jamie Uertz

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