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ASSüCK LYRICS
"Blindspot" (1992 EP)
1. Blood And Cloth
2. Automate
3. Within Without
4. Blindspot
5. By Design
6. Spine
7. Infanticide
1. Blood And Cloth
Seeds planted by misinformation blossom into patriots and servants whose perception of soil and cloth is equal to that of the blood and skin of their martyred counterparts. Pledges and ceremonies celebrate murders and their actions generating respect for violence and breeding traditions of disfigured heroes and slaves of states and countries. The freedom achieved when others die is imprisonment by the rags that symbolize flags of glory. Rags symbolize nothing.
2. Automate
We have come full circle, subservient to our self inflicted automation that disregards genuine anguish and promotes synthetic indifference. Not of flesh and blood but of gears and cams fueled by submission. We choke on individuality and suffocate under procession.
3. Within Without
Figment options stand upon platforms of contention promoting themselves as products. Their proposals are ultimatums and nothing more than a higher form of bribery, mere scenery for the self indentured and parasite to a false sense of obligation. No choices offer solutions.
4. Blindspot
Policy is only a reflection of misery. Freedom reinforces conditioning and thoughts are but delusions of enslavement. Trailing in the shadows of the sightless. The treadmill of your pathetic life rolls on. The world is a series of cages and the people a nation of jailers. The blindspot encircles us all.
5. By Design
The penetrating stares of judge and jury condemn emotion, dictate the standards of said principles and bore plasticity through your character. Life slowly turns into a sterile cage of uniformity and enforced morality. Tolerance is nothing but void. The individual has been cancelled.
6. Spine
The innocent prey of tyranny flock and veil beneath statues of fraudulent liberty in lands of untold slavery. They try to find themselves in the emptiness of ellis isle but their attempts at redefinition were nothing more than metaphor. Hollow eyes bare desperation and blighted hope for preconceived freedom. The soil of so called aspiration was their only reward.
7. Infanticide
Speaking in the name of decaying foundation. Thoughts of mass sterilization, distorting choices for a dreamlike salvation. Factory made humans, plastic souls, empty goals. The back street butchers smile.
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