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I Hate This Dystopia

by idXed

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Paul Schwarz I bought it for the ST cover. So sue me! Favorite track: Over Hills & Into Obstruction.
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cycles inspired through unity in tens a mass undivided - no false pretense from the eye of the storm an imp appeared boasting foul art and instilling fear portrayed as a joke the callous laugh out never thinking to ask what its all about skies open wide and the veil is dismantled the room is cleared for issues unhandled this is mind though it is not mine but if it is not it may be mine beyond the limits of comprehension sterile eyes witness an abduction curtains close and now alone lets personify this broken home stuttering wreck nervous and numb stumbling over mysterious tongues said figures of light flicker design to infiltrate the mind by way of the eye this is mine and it is now mind but if it is mine it is not truly mind a bridge now built between towering posts and a ditch now dug even deeper below the foundation is fluid - never the same not glitch in this system's mainframe portrayed as a play and now pleased to say illusions of I were never innate a glimpse of grey matter gave it away so sulken soothsayers have led us astray this is mind and it is not mind it is mine but it is not mine
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Obe 01:04
a radiating light from somewhere inside will always cast a shadow elsewhere in time the disapproval of smiles rippling through generations along with fair words read as demonstration control yourself pain then pleasure a casted shadow refuge in space for those burnt by what others illuminate the wisdom of ages leant to descendents with the risk of misinterpretations dedication to the truth predispotions a worthy scapegoat for souls incapable of being their own accept your responsibilities suspended above a dull massive hole trapped just below a star's vivd glow absence of all excess to some teetering scope a path to come work towards balance moderation
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sudden detours and a lost tooth sites with more dirt than wartime news contrasting drapes red with alarm a sign long ignored that caused real harm motion carries more than heavy hands but is only noted when particles crash another stop for altering loads plans undone times untold through plastic panes actors learn how to handle things out of turn life runs longer than playful lies every instant peels at the disguise still puppets come to life and trace their strings to where origins hide raging in flames the games begin with no agreement on how to win circular tracks in two dimensions points of no interest worth the mention permeating all - keys to the gate a symphony so grand delusion can wait pixels and noise tuning to sense common to nothing their resonance ends born again to relive the death of an agent working towards freeing itself from hitting the pavement stillness reflects all
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Eye Fuct 02:07
surely did and now riddled with more than the possibility of disease dont mean to burst yer bubble or rip on lifestyles of rubber but no way im gonna believe that i was even close to ever popping that cherry what'd my cuz say? nothing i remember cause all the blood from my brain is whisking in my member dont fake interest in the things that i say i know what you want, dont patronize me i once had a pearl with a beautiful shine it slipped through my hands and shattered we divide nights of immunity submerged in poison into infinite pieces of extremely poor choices blind-sided temptation and land mine traps grease-filled mornings leave me feeling like crap not in high school, never a tool, why'd i act like such a damn fool when there's more at stake than missing out on being cool there's no detox gonna cleanse me of all this no fast long enough to purge these toxins from 15 minutes of struggling to stay awake trying to focus double vision twice the heart ache
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Cellars 01:48
watered down for a smooth taste but stripped of all nutrition apathy feeds a deadbeat reason to end an expedition the path is cleared no need for one to tread upon unbroken ground the law is here its will be done listen to and bind the tongue marketed as a foolproof way to get down with the in crowd sex appeal that's just unreal smokescreens for hypocrisies abound to glow in the eyes of those around maintain stillness on the outside keep inner workings behind a cloud of faith in an invisible guide a catalyst of untold depth playing tricks impossible days undone dreams become lost inside a burnt hole the sun it seems purges all filth once the path is crossed the joke may be on those who cheat trusting in shortcuts the end's always near one must submit to greater causes then development otherwise demonized left alone to die because of prying, asking why rapture now indefinitely word is velvet to the blind promises fine print withdraw trapped inside a narrow line
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two pyramids skewed perception at fault follow dotted lines along a painted wall from apex to depth, chair to bed one may leave a body but never the head suffocate to isolate a journey for cover impossible when applied to ever discover swim through a sea of glass shattered and scarred only to return to the cave from which all things are suffocate don't relocate let matter sink down to the lowest from the fry fuel the cycle round and round
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don't assume revelations are eternal every rapine argues for demurral there's wisdom in a tree with no decorations trivial ornaments serve only as poison for years or eons relatively lost imposed on by judgement - the highest cost lying in ruins, this jungle still feeds on seeds of inaction and invasive weeds for obsession with mere tangible pride flows become empty, desolate and dry siphoning from mines so deep within collapse the surface, the end begins resting temple, rotting fangs dance with creeping vines to songs of praise from ashes dependent fiends have begun thriving to breathe through foreign lungs to feed on blood yet to have spilled to occupy dreams still unfulfilled every mass an anchor, a choking deadweight bonding bodies prevent any soul escape beasts unknown bearing fangs creeping jungle feed on me ancient world material decay cleanse yourself of this disease
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Nocturne 01:10
in a castle of glass, explosions are enough to agitate arrows red coughs combust three walls once built from corners in the dark piece by piece the facade falls apart colony of captives in steel high rises trading feudal bondage for their devices a virus invented that infects the spirit speaks only of freedom as corporate merit thinning branches on an Earth of excess lacerate cold skies, bleeding contepmt starvation for farmers growing the food vacation for players building their tombs problems exist as the human condition dwelling on them is taught through a system dependent on negative loops deemed habit which make mountains of the simplest matters dormant drifters reforest dead sands avoid first comforts to build fertile land dynamics found only in nature seem to rewire faulty circuitry in a cave man-made from refuse and sweat solutions are what good intentions beget three walls built without corners in light a trophy of seven generations overcoming blight
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dragging master pieces through the street in front, a prison of memories two kids are skating in seven degrees not realizing the weight of their dreams piss stains and tar corrode the park no room here for young empty hearts climbing in the dark trying to catch up but everyones behind the starting line there is a cage it's been there for days it locks up the games we used to play a gathering from a dark alley ran up on me tearing the seams
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Vessel 00:46
bestial insect teach your lost dialect carving from the air spirals of wondering stares weightless and free nothing to gravity ambitions never sleep nothing limiting stable insider learned designer dance with the prairie bath in tributaries weightless and free nothing to gravity ambitions never sleep nothing limiting restless miner breathe your fire plant forever all you aspire after
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these four walls turn into home know the bears will arrive soon on a quest for what again? silence always answered best panic is like a blanket in desert heat sweating the body of everything it needs the situation at hand what does it demand? integrate the wolf pack but know hierarchies stab in the back primary function to deceive blind one to the nature of things the river in this yard is now frozen a bridge that cannot be burnt lock the door dont let them in or is it time for a life lesson? tribe attacked leader maimed this is the quest once made find the tool utilize lesson learned how to save a life after the battle restore the throne the kingdom moves on you're all alone
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a body in the wall calls out for help as the moon fades like a burning wick guilt grasps my core and I shake with regret while the tomb is dismantled brick by brick springs leach secrets not deep enough for us no matter how we try it will never be enough because you're only hunted when you try to hide from future repetitions of past lies stuck in stone, clouds choke the sun a man beats a body bag at the intersection of eyes locked on mine and promises of death if I ever live to tell the tale of what was never said swept under the rug in our kitchen of denial beneath table clothes a corpse forces a smile I peeled at the covers, she struck at my throat clutching and clawing until I decided to go
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victim to a lack of will one time to avoid encounters still passively take part in the art of non-being shell of a man serves as armor ignorant to more than the laws of karma effortlessly controlled by fears enemy to this world of mirrors dreams are ambitions are shadows of dreams fulcrum snap looking back at figure and ground what's a horizon when it's hard to tell where one soars and where one drowns ambitions are shadows of dreams of themselves
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restrictions are not definitions and outlines aren't descriptions the margins of space behind my face sketch answers to endless expanse in place we are who we are don't ever compromise or self yourself short in others' eyes this tree is just a tree to a newly born child but is anything else to a man in denial we are who we are born without fallacy we know what we know simply, the tree is a tree a soul imprisoned behind bars of flesh never were we so empty the horizon spreads in all directions the first step is the one that sets us free we are who we are we know what we know it is what it is so let yourself go it is what it is and what it is, is what we know we are who we are so let yourself grow
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I Hate This Dystopia is a series of short and fast ripper tracks spliced just enough for an awkward edge of dissonance. In the vein of 80's hardcore, this album fronts an attitude of live-like aggression and relentless assault.

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released January 23, 2011

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idXed Missoula, montana

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idXed // Idea Defined is a solo project based solely out of mind. Taking influence from trips to dreams, grind to trip hop, from poetry to paintings and noise to ambiance its aim is to be as free of form as it is strange in style. ... more

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