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Devotion Cluster
02:40
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Death By Rave
02:25
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Muted screams whipping against the walls
Of this church, this house of numbness
Death and resurrection of the superego
Tell-tale signs of a cry for help
Death by rave, straight to the grave
No parole, innocent pleas unheard
No fucks given for the damned
No second chances, condemned
Suppressed dream landfills
Psychic waste kicked around
Jerkily bouncing all as one
Intense efforts not to feel bound to the ground
Burn this church...
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Locked Impetus
03:32
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Holy Man
02:20
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I may not be no holy man
I know I'll probably sin again
But am I barred from the joys of love
Am I forsaken by heaven and all above
Please God, tell me, say
Please God, I'm listening
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Haptic Anagogy
01:41
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How dare you defy your fate?
Feeling part of your soul slip through the floor
Celestial choir is calling your name
Answer, heed the call, frenetic one
Knocking over something precious on the way
Zealous, pious
Your words come in smoke
Shrouding the burgundy halls
In the most sacred shawl
Conjured out of your corporeal body
The next kin's serpent flesh
Dextrous, calloused digits
Fine tuning the inward mesh
Haptic anagogy
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Crystal Tears
03:07
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Holy hunter do not speak a word for it is blasphemou to interrupt the prose of the Cosmos -- silence is in order. It disrupts the mind of the weak.
Those who flinch are possessed by demons and their hearts clench under the judgement of the All-Seeing eyes.
Bless you and may your spirit disperse in serenity. Amen. Omen. Acumen.
Regretful guilt wells up in tears
Harbour hate towards oneself
Foster bittersweet pride
Convinction is a heavy burden
Having faith in your own heart
Is a slow vicious poison that kills
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Shapeless
01:29
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Chasing after a visceral feeling
Uncontrolllable pull that I'm listening
Nurturing a dream where you're missing
Stretch into the void to recollect
Chase
If you see me, hold me tight, give me will, make me fight
I'm seconds away from being an echo
And to never see the light of tomorrow
If you see me, hold me tight, give me will, make me fight
I'm seconds away from being an echo
And to never see the light of tomorrow
Fade
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Reflections do not carry essence
Echoes do not wield volume
Shadows do not bear ressemblance
Scents do not presume taste
Why do you chase afterimages
Why do you linger on aftertastes
Why do you look for faded trails
Why do you hark for the echoes
Why do you hark for the echoes
Free yourself of this cumbersome luggage, for it is heavy. Your past is eating you up. Come to the mirror that stands alone in the lake. The looking glass is generous and gifts you with insight. Look at yourself, who exists in the present but still bears the many guilts of the past. Say that you forgive the person in the mirror. Forgive yourself.
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amselysen Montreal, Québec
Amselysen explores and experiments with the content and the form of any and all genres, before repackaging the whole into leftfield electronic.
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