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Words by Hustle Crow & Acacia Komodo
Minimum Security(Constants)
Rain brings down life, but darkens the sky. Better to be flooded, than bone dry. Petrified. This tree of life bears bitter fruit. And they're withered. Razed. The only truths left dying on the vine. Before the orchard's set ablaze. Black smoke from burning human crop. Circular systems in their place. Who helped ignite the flames. Living in comfort and the shame. Let the rain extinguish the world. And let our words be more than swords. A vast loss. Captured, we pre-defined. A vast loss. Captured, we pre-destined. Locked up. Sirens in distance. All day like constants. Constants. It's just a phase we cannot see. part of a system we cannot perceive with current senses. A continuum presented to look into the pool of ineffable with vigor not fear. Kill for me, eat for me. I am the philosopher's stone.Eat my flesh. Break thy teeth. Drop the frame, bared more than bone. The self in the light of day. The air, the sun stealing our legs. Passage of time. Age the killer. The coming destroyer. Moving our bodies through great haphazard. Beware. Hide. From yourself. Be broken. A single piece of something brilliant. It's part of a program to be a ruler, a victim, a man, a woman, a father, a daughter.
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Entangled
04:00
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Words by Hustle Crow & Acacia Komodo
I'm not. With my self. As the rain hits the streets tonight. A beacon to hold on to. So I'm not so scared. Getting glimpses of my future. Surely. This world burns away. We don't have all the pieces yet. Until then watch, keep a leery eye. Or amount to one being who is just living to die. Live. Learn. Advance along. Destroy the rhythm. Fading.
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Dismantle
05:35
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Words by Acacia Komodo:
Sun goes down. This day in vein. Drown. It's over. The crow falls dead. The phone wires still hanging up. Grow. This all can fade. Free. Today is the day you go down in forever. Things birthed from matter. This creature's captive existence. All one with the path of self.
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Chimp Z
12:58
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Words by Hustle Crow & Acacia Komodo
Depression at the lack of innovation. Cerebral cortex developed to catapult language.
Now, we are separate from abilities To do more. Or see through A thinly veiled guise. Mind. Quartered. We. Debt. Slave. Compartmentalized. We must learn to see. Beyond eyes. And we who invented and survived here. Blinded by the comfort of the known. Words, duplicity in their nature. A little is a lot. Follow your gut to stay alive. Or live on your knees and barely survive. An ape descends from a tree. Blood and rage come from a broken stone. There is life down here. A broken piece is a sharp tool. Skin peeled back. We felt the sting of propulsion. Specters, shadows, ghosts in the machine A glimmer of something faint. The gem of man buried in his mantle, to be found on his accord. To normalize the condition. To normalize duality. While misinterpreting the code.
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Skömm Eugene, Oregon
Began in 2011 in Fresno,CA.
Former members of Smoke My Pipe, Vulgar, Wolfrunner, The Velisha, Desecrator,
Fiend, DNS, Empire of the Fallen, Gut Your God, The Horse and more. Everybody disbanded and moved to different cities in 2012, reforming as a 3 piece .for on-and-off shows in 2014-2015.. Currently a 1-person project continued by Acacia Komodo...
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