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Ultraviolent

by Impulse Machine

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Ultraviolent 06:17
I say, boy why stick around here Stick around here, stick around here Eyes stay shut stay thinking 'bout fear Thinking 'bout fear, thinking 'bout fear Blood flows red, flows thicker 'round here Thicker 'round here, thicker 'round here Blood flows red, flows thicker 'round here Thicker 'round here, thicker 'round here I only want to hear about the goddamn sewer sludge clogging up my throat And the flotsam, jetsam, bodybags full And the process concepts automate, grow Burning in the hole, burning in the hole Now let me build my words, I need a second or two I'm captivated by the way I'm imitative of you You'll get to feel like a surgeon when you sever my nerves Absurd, feed like a sturgeon from the mud of the earth Oh the seminal criminal, clutching his Cain Indivisible, under God, sealed in chains Under clinical principles seeing the brain Unintentional, undefined, screaming insane Blood flows red, flows thicker 'round here Thicker 'round here, thicker 'round here Blood flows red, flows thicker 'round here Thicker 'round here, thicker 'round here Cutthroat media, blind hysteria Men with guns spotted in your area State intel behind a black stone barrier Body shot politic, pre/vicarious Can you feel me I'm alive in the system Plugging my tendons in a rhythm written in the masonry of a prison Listen, now let me live or let me die let us get down to business Feed them to the pigs and cut a consensus Fuck selling drugs, serving ten slinging ganja Imma run guns to Iran for the Contra Fuck selling drugs, serving ten slinging ganja Imma fuck around, run guns for the Contra Blood flows red, flows thicker 'round here Thicker 'round here, thicker 'round here Blood flows red, flows thicker 'round here Thicker 'round here, thicker 'round here You are in denial Your neighborhood, in ruins Locusts swarm the streets in inconsistent distributions System breaker, schizo matrix, instantly evaporated Symbol slinging troglodytes, simple in their paradise Anti-matter, anti-mass, antecedents, aftermaths Anterograde mimesis burning bodies in the past Hand by hand, fist by fist, erected by decree of the checklist Sovereign over meat, bone, sinew, and self-righteousness Blood and oil and Oxyclean, concentrated war machines Chatter, chatter, try and capture what you've seen in hangover dreams God is here Blood flows red, flows thicker 'round here Thicker 'round here, thicker 'round here Blood flows red, flows thicker 'round here Thicker 'round here, thicker 'round here
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Eating machines, breathing machines, fucking machines Goddamn wrist-cutting machines Asymptomatic of access system control Killing machines, drilling machines Radicalized online red-pilling machines In with the new, out with the old The heart's plugged into the flesh Plugged into the bone's plugged into the flesh Plugged into the skin's plugged into your chest Plugged into your hips, plugged into your mouth Plugged into your voice, said "follow me down" And you've become acutely aware of what's reacting on the edge of your tongue It's heavenly here, somewhere so real that everything else must be a dream Rust, melt, trust fell, in material condition Concrete process, cemetery abolition So many nails in the Christ like a pincushion Coded into the walls toward a subversive function We shouldn't be found here Observe with full intention your compulsions to destroy Circulation is breaking Hammer on the body until the body turns to noise The heart's plugged into the flesh Plugged into the bone's plugged into the flesh Plugged into the skin's plugged into your chest Plugged into your hips, plugged into your mouth Plugged into your voice, said "follow me down" And you've become acutely aware of what's reacting on the edge of your tongue It's deadly here, somewhere so real that everything else must be a dream And you've become acutely aware of what's reacting on the edge of your tongue It's heavenly here, somewhere so real that everything else must be a dream

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"Something is alive that has a bounded structure, that has a porous membrane dividing inside and outside, that there are processes of sensing what's outside, integrating that information, processing it, and then responding." – Neil Theise

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released March 31, 2022

Words and music by Impulse Machine
Vocals, keyboards, guitars, and programming by C. Tomlinson
Bass by Zac Strum
Guitars by Ethan Bowen
Turntables (track 2) by skintape

Artwork by Zac Strum
Produced by Impulse Machine
Mastered by Stretz Productions

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