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Point of Liminality
05:35
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Cracked grins reside where spears have broken. The order of chains to lay. Incision. Slice this flood. A scaffold to claim seeds. Over, this tantrum grandstand, in solar sands. In flawed walls.
Reach and repent the mire sought. Laying down the timbre of gold.
When the spine within me clawed, hardened, pieces scattered from afar, gathered.
Burn my lens in sulfur as I coat my arms in stone.
Scrape my tide in sulfur as I drench my teeth in stone.
Paling crept to carry on. Like seas, further. Emission, my size sought. Retrace my span, default levers. In fragments, I see my mould.
Life befallen.
Seeking in clouds we lay. Vigour failing.
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Mist & Tar
06:18
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Wells have been in front of my shell. Through guided smiles one laugh, broken. Beyond, my eyes of sundering expected a coin of mist.
Scars wrote this play of time and clay. Covered in dusk one spoken mask.
As it falls, was it told, ever?
Let it all be a new dreamer.
Rays above, shine upon shackles.
Devour me, my own membrane.
Coated through me.Roam free.Left them.
Spine still. Climbing. My nest, my time.
Crowned meat. Hollow. Reveal, my crime.
Coated through me.Roam free.Left them.
Spine still. Climbing. My nest, my crime.
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Bones of this World
03:20
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Swallow this world with its bones
What life has dragged us here
Bent by anger right from the womb
Repeated circles like holes
Hanging laughter on every word that I hear
My life will be the same as it has always been
Reflecting the past
Cut off my lungs I am breathing a lie
Corrupting my air there is a world elsewhere
Shrouded my thought
An effort to forget
Bury the old
Time is out of joint
Amputated bodies
Crippled hopes
Meaningless life
A sick pulse
Interested only in its renewal
Meaningless life
A sick pulse
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Grottoes, Revisited
05:30
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Mere moments before the ascent, scorched eyes wail.(Day) Reigned over, upon.
Drained marrow beyond core, nailed in the wall. (Break) My own kin, above all.
Resented, I am exempt from light, skies, my own sight.
Pureness wasn't spared.
I walk out.
They need to know torture won't be spared.
Shadows never spared.
Once again comes the time. (Burn their dead)
As I carry the fire. (Burn their dead)
This is the last gaze my eyes will cast there.
Paid my dues with pain. Like a churning beast.
Darkness with pain, as they watched us.
Offals painted the wall they claimed.
Their head was their God, my ember.
Fear was my God. Resenter.
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Margins
04:40
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Mirrors claimed, wolves repent, marching through me.
Warped Gestalt, helium spent, wrapping entrails.
Recoil care, to defy the raw bounds of the prime.
Layered.
Fraying armored states.
Buried steel plates.
Diodes in my brain reduce this maze.
The mind’s cloud in a cage.
My prudent controlled face.
Sonder graves.
Fermented, my faulty will.
Present it.
Graze.
Half man strays.
We crack the door and the blade.
Scourging, my palms rescind.
We hold the door, moulding stars.
Carve my sky alive.
Σ’ ανθρωπόκενος εποχή άχρονα, άχρονα βαδίζουμε. Με τα χέρια πισθάγκωνα, άναρθρες κραυγές ξερνάνε τα στόματά μας. Και όταν ξεχάσω την ίδια μου τη σάρκα, στ’ αμέτρητα πηγάδια θα υποκλίνομαι. Άναρθρες κραυγές ξερνάνε τα πτώματά μας.
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Materialized
05:46
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Hardened, my sights falls. I stand withholden. beyond the realm, I grasp a sun
As if nothing to follow.
As if blindness would be me.
I divide into one.
I am the flesh.
Symptoms within.
This craft burns.
We mock the dead.
My rise burs.
We offer this condemn.
We speak of the cell.
In so long, a new scream.
Existence.
This time, the order we all strafe.
The front of the line.
The sojourn of this state.
A cortex of years we hide.
Broken, my arms grab their own decay.
The snake blossom. Its firm stand.
Celestial spine of dawns.
Infinite spire of dust.
My broken mold, I cannot sway.
The oaths we sow, our DNA.
The folding glow, of where we lay.
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Grinding Light
04:55
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Tame the cause of me.
My mind’s magnets.
Hail the fangs of me.
My crime’s fathers.
Name the cause of me – Discipline.
My clergy’s anvil.
Stars in hourly rates – Cladding waves.
My rotting fathers.
Woven, my skin unhinged.
I designate the culling floor.
When a blind dawn will craw, a morbid stage.
Receive it, deplete it.
Severed arms, I spill my world to follow.
In combing nails with warmth we find home.
Marrow resold for a scream to borrow.
A parting sun, our gifts become.
Rebuilding, Reseeding.
Horned roots, will they sharpen?
Crow’s feet, will I plant them?
My bloodline, my own disorders buried inside fractions.
A scalpel, my own hand sinking in this lifesblood.
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Mass Culture Αθήνα, Greece
Mass Culture, formed in 2011 and after a few changes in the line-up, is now a 5 member band.
Each member has
had its own musical path and identity, but having common components and a wide appreciation for the music of various groups they decided to start up a band combining post hardcore and metal elements.
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