 BY CHAINSTOKING | MUSICAL GENRE Digital/Electronic | MUSICAL STYLE Industrial Electronic | ADDITIONAL INFO a juxtaposition or twisted irony, is having the abilitiy to create and indulge in all pleasures and ecstasies, & simultaneously existing in a world where our collective conditions and treatment of one another can be completely abhorrent, these can be executed on physical and metaphysical levels, somewhere we find a merging point, a common ground, in order to allow the possiibilty we not only avoid total annihlation of eachother but we also evolve into the next evolutionary stage so desperately required | | ALBUMS |
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DESCRIPTION [burque luv five right] | CREDITS swante-keyboards, computer angaym-voices, kaos pad
this is version 2 of this track, remixed and mastered by swante j. | COPYRIGHT 2003-2005 | LYRICS angelic communiques, are my sweetest addiction glorious the waves, that wash over my skin and the flow of energy, rushes on like rivers innate in their pathways
and all the shades, they take turns flush and glowing backwards cutting in and cutting out with snapshot tendencies, burning halos across my eyes
my words flush sweetest like skin, like skin halos flames wash vaporous the pathways, glowing and innate
break another lengthwise, burn white crystaline killer mother father, relatively obscene crushing dreams with dollars, like oxygen to flames wrapped in stars and stripes, official death hate games tic for tac then tattered, atrocities leave you floored some silent war to breakdown, the potential before it's born
sweetest communiques snapshot; burning glory and flowing back through the flames
christian moral ethics, paint by numbers with the mind consumer cultures cracking, never a way to rewind like a blade it's sliding inward, like the pain were lashing out like the wind were moving onward, pushing back so earth may shout and the courts they have their high life, society bares its' (c)laws every time i look outside, too much reason to give pause politics writing screenplays, children play the guns burning earths' strong daughters, offering war to the sons elemental defect, disposition form the core to hell with what's called respect as the rich feed off the poor | RELEASED August 21st, 2003 |
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