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The World is a Glorious Biomechanical Nightmare

by ubik.

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I don't understand why the band like this become world famous.
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1.
!!!!!! 05:40
all the light that's in the world couldn't let this shadow fade there is no amount of joy that could reason with this rage i have self-inflicted wounds carried out from underneath and a world of unwanted truth sitting just out of reach." let go what you are holding let breathe your aching palms if hatred is disaster then weightlessness is calm i made a new beginning by pushing toward the sun and there i felt a warmth like everything was one there was a time i fell as low as i could come, but i made a new beginning, pushing toward the sun there i felt it all get free of right and wrong forget your sorry song i fear the day of the coming change and you forget that we are the same let go what you are holding
2.
disrepair 03:53
from scraps i was made given life and battery my heart was taken from a power drill's core translucent soul tell me what is it for? i set the pace for a modern world then collapsed into obsolete cannot compete with a broken machine left for the hounds i am the scraps beneath the table beg! what should i fear? i've got no blood to bleed what should i fear? no hungry mouth to feed no remorse for the worn has brought me to an end there was a time when i pushed so hard i was indestructible then i set the pace for a modern world then collapsed into obsolete cannot compete with a broken machine left for the hounds i am the scraps beneath the table beg! what should i fear? i am becoming old a dysfunction (at least that's what i am told) sympathy will do me no good! i live with the tyranny of knowing i'm done! i'm done! i'm done!
3.
don't you think before your tongue begins to wet and ramble on? you say: "America... Profitable... Nationalize... Take it whole!" this is my definition: mutual strangulation feed me this? don’t you think i’d be better off in a gutter than to have the right to say: we will crash! we will burn! there are tides that will turn... this is my definition: single-file without a question! no tomorrow: what a sight to foresee! growing sorrow for the lives that we lead don't forget this part: "incinerate! dehumanize!" we pull apart, we sacrifice we will know we are wrong long before we are gone don’t you think before your tongue begins to wet and ramble on?
4.
glitch 02:04
the communication is flawed when you don't know who to speak to or even if you'd say it exactly how you feel, you think it's better not to bother, to ignore the memory of all that was said once to be real but i feel this lifting from beneath me i feel this shaking at my standing and i am so unsteady i feel like falling down to the grasp that once had held me before i broke away everyday is deeper in the ground as i assure myself of what i can't be sure of but i feel this lifting from beneath me yeah, i feel this shaking at my standing, breaking ground...
5.
the spangler 03:54
program! control! civilize! take hold! break free of hands! sink deep! quicksand! a punishment is brought upon you as you are suffering from disease. treatment is a place you fear, a one-way ticket to existence on your knees, a sleep that's without dreams, extinction on your knees, a sleep that's without dreams blank walls stare back at a flea-bitten hand, scratching at the walls as you reach for the land it took a while for you to come to recognize just who I am your life in command! my life is in command! our lives, out of our hands, because we fear the quicksand all is well is all is well is all is well is all is well is... dead! Dead! Are you dead? Dead! is there life left? Is your blood red! Shades of grey there is no hope for you within the confines of state a surface to destroy, disease will procreate
6.
a man lays dead in a forest of black a cross around his neck a vulture on his back picks the remains of a cold ideal laid to rest the death of a forgotten crutch is the way in which he's blessed. truth was found by accident by a woman passing by the sight of a sunken prophecy brought her to the ground as she questioned "why? and how? have we all gone mad? spent my days holding jealousy, too much war within my head." hands fold into fists as a natural response to years of opposition, and hatred at all cost and violence begets violence, within it dwells no god as products of response we are the carrion we feed on the destruction of the parched and barren earth we feed on the destruction of species that evolutionarily will surpass us lead ourselves into battle with ourselves for a purpose that was never free freedom is not synonymous with belief we were never free

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released August 21, 2008

All songs written by ubik.
Recorded and Mixed by ubik.
Mastered by Steve Turnidge

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ubik. is Seattle's premier psy-prog drift core outfit, and can rock, gloat, drift, glock, splift, and arrive.

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