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Black vinyl LP
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
includes A4 printed insert.
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CD
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Professionally duplicated & printed black vinyl-style CDR in hand-made Sam Giles replica sleeve with printed inner sleeve.
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lyrics
Isolated and atomised,
Reduced to zero.
Data charts showing nothing real.
The glare of the screen is a constant.
Pressure to hide what you feel.
Pressure to hide what you feel.
Isolated and atomised,
Reduced to zero.
Data charts showing nothing real.
The glare of the screen is a constant.
In your car you feel nothing.
In your life you are nothing.
You serve the empirical mission.
The real truth is crushed with derision.
Metallic insect beak always probing,
Tendrils of dominion entering every space.
Blank eyes occasionally swivelling,
Mounted on ceilings, scanning each face.
Isolated and atomised,
Reduced to zero.
Data charts showing nothing real.
The glare of the screen is a constant.
Pressure to hide what you really feel.
Performance is up, performance is down,
Measured on a spectrum of meaningless void.
At constant risk of losing security.
Flesh becomes plastic: you’re now android.
Metallic insect beak always probing,
Tendrils of dominion entering every space.
Blank eyes occasionally swivelling,
Mounted on ceilings, scanning each face.
Isolated and atomised, reduced to zero.
Data charts showing nothing real.
The glare of the screen is a constant.
Pressure to hide what you really feel.
In your car you feel nothing.
In your life you are nothing.
You serve the empirical mission.
The real truth is crushed with derision.
In your car you feel nothing.
In your life you are nothing.
You serve the empirical mission.
The real truth is crushed with derision.
Feeling nothing,
Feeling nothing,
Feeling nothing.
In your car you feel nothing.
In your life you are nothing.
You serve the empirical mission.
The real truth is crushed with derision.
Performance is up, performance is down,
Measured on a spectrum of meaningless void.
At constant risk of losing security.
Flesh becomes plastic: you are now android.
Isolated, atomised, reduced to zero.
Data charts showing nothing real.
The glare of the screen is a constant.
Pressure to hide what you really feel.
Hide what you really feel.
It’s not even pseudoscience,
Just a self-defeating ouroboros of idiocy,
Not even pseudoscience.
Your performance is up,
Your performance is down,
Data charts showing nothing real.
The glare of the screen is a constant.
Pressure to hide what you really feel.
In your car you feel nothing.
In your life you are nothing.
You serve the empirical mission.
The real truth is crushed with derision.
In your car, nothing.
In your life, nothing.
Serving an empirical mission.
The real truth crushed with derision.
Probing every space,
Scanning each face.
Probing every space,
Scanning each face.
Probing every space,
Scanning every face.
Probing, scanning every face.
Probing, scanning every face.
Reduced to zero, nothing real.
Constant, constant, constant pressure.
Hey, fuck your targets.
It’s not even pseudoscience.
Not even pseudoscience.
Probing, scanning,
Each and every face.
Feel it drifting away from you,
Feel it drifting away from you,
Feel it drifting away from you,
Losing touch with the world around you,
Losing touch with the world around you.
In your car you feel nothing,
In your life you feel nothing,
You serve the mission,
You’re crushed with derision.
In your car you’re nothing.
In your life you are nothing.
Constant risk of losing security.
Flesh becomes plastic,
Flesh becomes plastic.
