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Encryptors
02:29
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A digital doppleganger
Assembled from your data
To model your behaviors
Coherent, self-contained
A commodifiable voodoo doll
In a hall of mirrors
Confronted by tautology
Predictive policing
Precognition
A swamp man of irreducible parts
Identical to yours
Encoded destiny
Control, delete
All voluntary
Doomed to repeat
Feeding psychometric algorithms
Subjects of information
Whirling in the dazzle
Permanent refraction of your least movements
Pleasure in perpetual desire
Whirling in the dazzle
Encoded destiny
Control, delete
All voluntary
Doomed to repeat
And all will be revealed
By the clone in the mirror in the realm of fear
Encryptors
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Cake or Death
02:51
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Roach Law
02:01
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Like a spider obsessed with its web
Leftover soldiers tilt shotguns in doorways
Gargoyles leer, knights rusted shut
Schoolgirls warned to tolerate their gaze
It beats the alternative
One was found with dog bites on her thighs
The weapons you should fear are the ones you can't see
The banker's instructions in a vapor of pleasantry
Repugnant headlines, lurid wisps
They wear you down, close you like a lid
In the market I stand without knowing shit
We brush past our neighbors, hands dangle limp
Rain will pour into our mouths and nothing will it slake
Parched and delirious when in the web we wake
To see the spider’s industry has grown
To know this terrarium once had been our home
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The Book of Enoch
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Cain found Nod as he drifted East
Sovereign in a land of starving ghosts
Far from shimmering cities and fertile plains
The ecstasy of desolation
He believed the world was cruel
So the one he built was too
There are no lines to cross
In the boundless states of Nod
Though he shovels and rakes
Whirlwinds mock the crop
The soil spurns
Blood cries out from the dust
Cain found Nod as he drifted East
Sure that rot reveals true anatomy
Pulling tongues from seer’s skulls
Never knowing what he will never know
He believed the world was cruel
So the one he built was too
A garden on a brother's tomb
Sweet mulch for yellow blooms
And the waters are wounded
Bones pulp for bread
Such harvests as won’t yield
He desecrates instead
Alone at last, brother slain
Wish fulfilled, clever Cain
Midnight’s children travel far
On the bone-white beams of a cold, dead star
Midnight’s children travel far
In the boundless nation, Nod
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