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Sculpted by the Blind

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1.
Excess 02:18
These become the lonely nights I spend ,surrounded. Surrounded by those I love. Surrounded I can't breathe, inhale to succumb! To what black is. I am blind and follow the path of a traitor. Heritage has assumed me a life of pain. I am blind and follow the path of a traitor. I thank you.
2.
Heading Back 01:52
A quarter of this simulation has been accessed, but still no progress has been made! Nails digging on the ground as they sense for a sign of comfort. The blood continues and there's not signs of clotting. Continue to digging this trenches. Have you been stricken with normalcy? Then maybe 180 degrees will bring a new sight. New sight, I doubt it.
3.
Blasphemy 02:05
Stale opaque wind, brings a dull sense of creative to this putty! Stuck in tar a saturated tear of self-numbing:becomes the definition of feeling nothing, nothing at all. What is love? What is joy? What you speak of, is blasphemy.
4.
No Control 02:15
Before me a vast of sea of future corrosion appears, as it always will. Time scrapes by a slugs pace-pour this salt upon my skin, remember reality. After all that time I'm still here spiraling downwards! Maybe I can raise myself into something whole, new, beautiful. So I can destroy everything.
5.
Dim Lives 02:13
No lights for dim lives, a week long day has sent me into the regurgitation of primate labor. A sterilization of social rituals, the rabbits dwindle and their skin becomes a monument of ash. Short lives are now an age of media and as I stay ignorant to change, I still remain something you deleted: A fucking person.
6.
I am aware of my failures and I have no intentions on changing them. Countless mornings spent wondering what would happen if it went right? Damn it, nothing. Repeat the cycle which you loathe. Away the passengers flee: to their love and fucked dreams. And I stay here choking quietly in the shadows. This is my Hell.

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released April 5, 2015

Recorded by Jesus Hernandez
Art by Alex Guadamuz

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