1. |
Falsify
04:07
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Those falsifiers,
Falsify my longings,
Empty-headed faith
All my memories unreeling,
Fleeting time, in itself revealing,
Holes and gaps.
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Back into our hell we'll throw,
All we've sought, all we grow.
Back into our hell we'll throw,
All we've sought, all we grow.
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Swell and sway,
In new perceptions,
Shattering our senses,
Us mindful purchasers of,
Cruel deception,
Of an axiom for fools.
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Back into our hell we'll throw,
All we've sought, all we grow.
Back into our hell we'll throw,
All we've sought, all we grow.
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Falsifying,
Synaptic light,
A minefield mind,
Of paths undefined.
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Back into our hell we'll throw,
All we've sought, all we grow.
Back into our hell we'll throw...
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2. |
Lavender
02:20
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Oh, sweet lavender,
Have you no remorse?
I ask, but of course,
The charm in me has blunted all the ache.
How, I wonder,
Could you hold these vast landscapes?
Hide what remains,
Hide what remains,
For you possess...
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A strength beyond contest,
And warm winds blow, but to what end?
Do you see the difference?
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Oh, sweet ether,
Can we mend your fractures?
I try, I tried...
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Yet,
Hidden in the rambling lines you spin,
Bruises I follow, unflinching.
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Do you possess,
Strength beyond contest?
The warm winds blow, but to what end?
Do you see the difference?
Do you possess,
Strength beyond contest?
The warm winds blow, but to what end?
Do you see the difference?
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3. |
_c o i l e d_
01:34
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4. |
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Deep blue, washes of light,
Fill the space,
Between
Bright blue,
Veins of the iris
Blooms wide,
Blooms wide
Dark blue, my vision spins,
I feel...
I can't understand the shrill voice...
Viscid blood on my hands,
I can't stop this...
Yet I tighten my grasp,
Yet I tighten my grasp...
And the veins of the iris freeze still,
Still...
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_̴̮͕̆͝_̸̩̖͋͒I̶͕͉̒̀ ̵̱̿̇t̸͕̘͒_̶̱̬̌r̴̼̈́͜ ̸̛̳͝ẏ̴̝_̵͙͂̽t̷̞̦̿͊ ̸̜͈̀ò̶̖̝ ̷̤͙́̾ ̷͉̪̍͝ ̷̲͈̌ ̸͖̼̈́ȇ̴͚ ̷̞̆ ̵̞̙̂̊ṛ̴͋̅ă̵̗s̸͇̹̆̆é̸̯̏_̶̦́_̸̥̣͌̍,̶̟̀̑
̸̨̣͋_̵̘̘͒_̶̺͙́_̷͉̌_̶̗̇e̴͍̥͐̀ ̶̱̺̌̑v̵̢̾ë̶̛̺̥r̸͚̈ ̶͌̌͜͜ ̴̮̅̐ỹ̶̙̲́_̸̧̜͛̀t̷̲̉r̸̦͗a̷̞̍̐ ̸̫̒̇ ̴̛̞̹ċ̸͎é̵̱͔̚_̴͚͑_̷̘̦̋,̷̡͊̋͜
̸̭̉_̸͕͖̅͂_̶̙̏͜_̸̡̳̇e̶͕̓ ̸͎̚ ̷͇̓v̶̘͈̆̊_̶̙̲́é̸̠̞r̸͔̔y̶̖̲̑͠ ̸̬̠̾́t̵̨̆ ̶̹̊͐ ̵̩͈͘͠ȃ̸̬̮̎s̵̬̑t̴̜̺̓̂e̵̥̔͗_̷̝̙͛l̷͕̄̚ȅ̴͉̺f̶̫̭͌_̷̰̗̈́_̸͓̣͛͝t̵̤͍͛_̶̡̝͝_̶̺͖̋,̵̦̆
̶͕̥̀̚_̶̈́͜_̷̡͔̒̒_̴̩̩̆_̷͔̊i̵̧̪͂ ̶͚̾n̷̢̡̈́̇ ̷̟̮̚m̸̦̺̀̈́_̸̝͝_̸̢͂͝y̵̗̎͘ ̸͇̚w̴̲̟͗͠ ̵̜̌̽ ̶̞̓ ̴͓̎̆ ̷͕͗ȁ̵͚̝̅_̴̹̬̄̅ḱ̸̗̙͆ḙ̴̟͝͠_̸̠̅̆_̴̰̃_̵̡̫͊_̵̼̤̒
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5. |
Phobos
03:25
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Caught, in a whirling daze,
I navigate the cloying haze,
I'm trying to discern
A shape with no edge,
It blurs, changes, nameless,
A shade calls to order,
A court of hidden daggers
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_̷̛̳̘͖̒̀_̸̨̼̞̳̰̻̦͂̎͜r̸̢͓̰͆́͑͑̏͌̚͜͜ ̴̹͕́ ̴̧̨̬̭̪̦̱̫̍̈ ̷̹͕̬̈ẻ̷͙̰͎̘̻͕͓̺͛̈́s̷̰̩̃_̸͉̺͓͕͐̍̓͜t̴͉̘̻̦͗̐͆͂͑̏ ̵̢͎̥̋̿̇̽̂ ̵̮͓̺͍͙̄́͠ ̶̼͔̜̰̩̃͒͒̐̔͠͠ ̶̨͉̠̹̩̗̄̐͂̏͗͜r̷̞̰̜̳͎̀̂̀̈́͝-̴̗̠̝͙͎͈̆̄͆̑̐̄̕r̸̢̦̼͎̦̞̓̄͛̑̃̕r̵̯͓̲̋̉̚-̷̠̙̺̾͗̋̒̈̾̏_̶̧̦̼̫̔̃͋̀̈́̈́̾͜a̴̟͚̤̰͖̒͊̈́̓_̵̧̳̻̣̤̫̞͉̊̔i̷͙̒̓̀͑͆̓̕̕n̵̗͒_̴̝̠̺̘̟̱͌́̋̿̓͌͝͝_̵̥̀_̶̢̛͇̯͕̻͙̎̀͛̄m̵̪͙̣̱͓͙̯̋͛ ̵̺͎̌͊ ̵͓͈̪͍̾̏̊͋͊̍̒͠e̶͍̩̰̙̤͊͐̓͒͘_̵̗̥̣͉́̚͝_̸̙̦̙̹͎̣̰̇̿̉̑̔̓͝ ̶̹̎̕ͅp̷̢̛͖͕̦̗̬̽̓͜͜͝-̶̛̰͈̪̣̼̈́͗͂͘͜͠p̶̨̳̭̥̭͍̤͗̿̈́̈́̈́̾͆̕͜ù̶̡̩͎̠̮̗̃͝l̸̖̹̤̞̬̩̱̔̑_̴̡͙̦͇̤̣͉̜̈́͊̄́̎͂̚ ̸͙̌̉̈́̈́͊̐͠ ̶̨͍̣̟̀͊̿̃̀̔l̶̨͚͉͋̕̕ ̵̡̨͈͍̦͍̝̦̊̑͋̋́_̶̢̫̬̼̺̹͙̈̄_̸̮̌̍̽̈͗͜
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In these trembling hands,
My world becomes three,
I'm trying to discern between,
Paths unresolved and unforeseen
The opaque obfuscations held these crooked limbs,
With no words, no actions to pull back the shade within
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Your pale of smoke will rend,
An egodystonic descent.
You call, you call out for it,
An end to these whispered promises.
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What have you got to lose?
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6. |
Phobos II (da_m a_ge)
01:18
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θ̷͇̘̠̾̒τ̵̦́θ̵̩͕̈́̐τ̸̻̟̌θ̴̡̼̈τ̴̧̢̣͌̍θ̵̢̿̽̒τ̸͍̫͛͛θ̸̤͓̿̾ͅτ̸̘̝͗͠θ̴͉͂͐̐τ̵̠̎́͘θ̸̩͉͕̈τ̶̲͐̀θ̶̥̐̌τ̴̳̰̈́θ̴̥̯̱́̃̊τ̶̣̭͌͗θ̴̟͍̺̈́τ̸̯̐θ̸͓̍̇̄τ̴͕̯̬̎̐θ̴̩̾̆̊
◁ ▪▼▪◁ ▪ ∞▪∞ ▪ ▷▪▼▪ ▷
θ̷͇̘̠̾̒τ̵̦́θ̵̩͕̈́̐τ̸̻̟̌θ̴̡̼̈τ̴̧̢̣͌̍θ̵̢̿̽̒τ̸͍̫͛͛θ̸̤͓̿̾ͅτ̸̘̝͗͠θ̴͉͂͐̐τ̵̠̎́͘θ̸̩͉͕̈τ̶̲͐̀θ̶̥̐̌τ̴̳̰̈́θ̴̥̯̱́̃̊τ̶̣̭͌͗θ̴̟͍̺̈́τ̸̯̐θ̸͓̍̇̄τ̴͕̯̬̎̐θ̴̩̾̆̊
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7. |
In Havoc's Hands
03:31
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Hold me back, take my pride to task,
I have frozen,
Understand these hollow lands,
Have touched me...
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I feel pain in your anxious tones...
So much,
Is left,
I need,
More.
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Lungs afire, I cry out into the night,
You surround, every side,
No eyes, six hands,
An unfamiliar weight...
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The stagnant air glows in your hues...
So much pain,
Under,
The crush.
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Hold me back,
I'm in havoc's hands...
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_̵▪̷∞̵ ̶▪̵ ̴▷̴▪̶▼̸▼̷▪̴◁̴ ̷▪̶ ̷∞̶▪̶▪̵∞̵ ̸▪̶ ̴▷̶▪̴▼̵▼̷▪̷◁̸ ̸▪̸ ̵∞̴▪̵_̵_̶
̵_▪̶∞̶ ̵▪̵ ̶▷̶▪̶▼̵▼̷▪̵◁̷ ̵▪̴ ̷∞̵▪̵_̵_̴▪̶∞̷ ̵▪̴ ̷▷̶▪̷▼̶▼̴▪̴◁̸ ̴▪̴ ̴∞̴▪̴
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8. |
_br_u ise_
01:13
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9. |
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Under sheets of blackened ice,
A scarlet shine.
Assured in confusion,
My binded eyes.
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Tear to tendon, it feels,
A brief pinch,
A mere inconvenience.
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Faith becomes the fault,
Lest you take it all,
Time left to live for,
To learn your place.
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Hidden, but in dawn's unfurl,
This scarlet shine,
Revealing, the shedding shell,
Widened eyes.
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Centuries of doubt,
Empty lives,
Within or without.
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Faith becomes the fault,
Lest you take it all,
Time left to live for,
To learn your place.
Faith becomes the fault,
Lest you take it all,
Time left to live for,
And always more...
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We hide a blade-marred hand,
Place inside all uncertainty,
I hold it to my cheek,
Your empty hand.
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10. |
Rendsea // _u n_r e e l_
03:14
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It moves, like water
Heavy,
How the current pulls me,
Pushes you,
Pulls me,
Pushes you
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It moves, like water
Fluid, ever-moving
Heavy, how the current pulls me
Pushes you away,
Apart now
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Blinded,
I swim...
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~̵̡̡̥̼̦̠̫̺̠̝͕̠̦̻̖̳͎̤̼͍͚̓͋̃̊̈́͐̀́̊͐͘ͅ_̷̢̩͈͎̥̦̒_̷̡͎͎͍͓̭̬͔̲̼͙̻͉̣̹̝̳͔͕̗̃̀͆͆̈́̿̌̓̾͐́͊̆̓̋͋͘̕͝b̶̨̧̺̩͉̺͚̎r̸̨̟͈̟̳̼̦̦͚͈̗͕͕̜͙̻͍̦͑̃̚ͅẃ̸̡̜̫͔̝̮͇̱̤͈̥̪͚̹̘̩̪̀̓̏͆̍̀͂͗́̌͒͗͑̉̕͜͝ ̴̢̢̭̯̲̜͍̩͙͇̝̋̓̈́̈́̚à̵̜̫̹̟̼̬̳̥̙̞̼̯͕̘͎͙̫͕̅̾̆̾͜͜ͅẁ̴̧̢̧͙̼̬̫̹͓̭̻͍̲̬̰̐͑̔͊̂͌̌̈́͋̑̀ő̵̧̦̳̙͉̠͇̻͔͉̯̻̺͕̺̹͖̞̜͐̄̈̍͂̾͑̅́͂̀̅̌͌̈́̽͝u̵̲̣̫̪̮͎̅̆͋̈́̀͋̄̂̀̈́͒͒̌́͝o̴̢̲͉̙̣̣̗͉̤͉͉̘̝̫̰͇̟̙͐̀̍̌̈̇͗̃̆͌͒͛̏͘̚̚ͅi̷̡̛̙͍͖͙̯̭͓̥͆͒̊̊̉͐͌̃ģ̷̡̛͈͍̱͔͕̺̱̘͔̯̙̲͙̠̯̯͍͋̔̈̀̔̑̂̅͗̒͂̀̅̽̀̍̔̈́͠ḩ̴͔̰͎̥͚̙̱̺̹̰͎͔̱̉̉̀̑̈͒͂̾̐͛̅̎̕͝͝h̶̛̠͎̺̖̻̝͎̤́̒͂͊̕ḩ̶̛͙̙͋͊̌̓́̉̏͝g̵̡̢̛̝̩̻͕̫̤̞̝̳͎͉̀̌̄͛͐̓͒͋͛̆̆̔̌͝͝͝h̴̡̛̞̳̼̮̝̟̯͎̯̒̑̔́͆̔̂̈͝d̶͙̎̔̉̾̽̅́̀͛͋̏̊̒̆͛́͘͝d̴̢̧̡̳̯̩͍̩̆͗͂̾̏̊͋̇d̶̜̅̀̈́͗d̴̛͙̮̂͗̋͑̅̓͌̕̕ǧ̴̨̛̻̲͚̬̭̙̺͉̥̘͈̬̱̤̑͋͗͆̎͠ģ̷̧̡̲͇̫̲̪̺̙̞͙͈̭͍̳̰͊̓͋̈́̑̐̑͌̋̐́͋͐͋̀͊̀̈́̋h̶̝̬̮̼̲̬̞̭̫͊͋̌̄̌̐͑́̎̀̀̕̚͝͝ͅḫ̶̳̞͂̄̏̽̐̒͊̇͊̂͝ḩ̴̧͉̫̗͈͓͎͔̝͓̯̌͗͊̂̀̐͊͠ͅͅ ̸̡̼͇̉̈́̔̆̚h̷̨̧̡̛̟̭̼̳̥̤͍̠̯̪̗̬͔̝̗̺͓̓̽̋̂̏̔̌͐̾̏̅͑̓͒̃̔̓̀͘h̶̢̦͓̱̏̀h̴̨̥̤̬̹̦̞̝̳͎̼͍̞̗̪̟̜͒̊́̓͌̇̈̇͛̔́̎̈̕̕͝͝͠ͅ_̵̘͆͋̽̈͆͋͛̕̕_̴̺̿̑̆̇̀̆̿͘̕~̶͈͙͎͙̂͂̀̈̋̆͊̇͛̿̂̇͝
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11. |
Zeal
04:52
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Dread draws heavy on the steady, slow climb,
Without light,
Still, this reservoir lies,
In a broken unison,
The voices of time shake,
Trembling under weight,
Of the black water...
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The way,
It all ends,
I feel the coalescing of a thousand waiting moments,
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Bare all the bones of their intellect,
Bleached stark in the fading light,
A thousand arms rise to collect,
Pushing to stem the unwinding tide...
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Quick to strike,
Those dread-struck eyes are spiteful,
Hateful creation blooms on the tongues,
Hours are as minutes,
But seconds are as days,
And in this stillness,
I feel deranged,
Estranged...
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The way,
It all ends,
I feel the coalescing of a thousand waiting moments,
One hand reaching,
Pressure building,
A beast, in the space between,
Unease...
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Bare all the bones of their intellect,
Bleached stark in the fading light,
A thousand arms rise to collect,
Pushing to stem the unwinding tide,
One hand holding three what-may-be's,
Two hands holding histories,
But I wither in unrepentant fear,
To feel power, and power's heat...
I need,
More, I need,
More...
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Artifiseer Montreal, Québec
melancholic experimental pop steeped in glitched electronic psychedelia.
SJ-born, MTL-based singer-songwriter, producer and engineer.
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