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Human Remains
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Heightened States
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Human Remains (2020 mix)
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The crude pathology of convention
A set array on the grid of coercion
We kneel before the gates
We kneel upon the veneer of taste
In a hallway, In a wastelot, in the street
Sitting safely under reinforced concrete
Cover story as identity
Unconscious reflex to autonomy
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Manifesting our own sense of scarcity
That long due future built on mediocrity
Clutching relics to our chest
Eyes wide open to our own interests
Looking sideways, looking over, gaining trust
Liberation as a means of closing shut
Agency to only isolate
Transparency on a doctored stage
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Treasured and anguished pleasures of living
Disease of psyche culminating
We calculate our own deaths
Elegant parameters of our terminal breaths
Uneasy fantasies of flesh and shame
Castrated longing for the spinning frame
Stagnate blood pools at our feet
We stare fixed upon the bloodied sheets
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Slipping through these shallow days
Hide your face, disguise your gaze
Suit yourself to new deceit
Your borrowed lines are incomplete
Just a call sign, just a shadow
Adjust the lens, align your torso
From vacant streets, you watch them waste
Watch them stare, watch them race
Moving under hallowed judgment
Remove the base, destroy the contents
Shards of mirror and shards of glass
Outer darkness, overcast
Coming into fallacy
You're done, you rise up slowly
Wiping pain from tired eyes
No tears flow, you're mesmerized
Lying flat staring at the ceiling
Watch your breath, slow your breathing
Note the time, records pale figures
Scratch your itch, regain your vigor
Dismanteling set diagrams
Setting forth a new program
Slipping through these shallow days
Hide your face, disguise your gaze
Losing meaning to assignment
Losing ground in a war climate
Losing sight to heightened states
Losing purpose to decided fate
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High-Functioning Flesh Los Angeles, California
HFF is an Electro-punk act from Los Angeles, USA, in the vein of bands like Portion Control and Cabaret Voltaire, as executed by electronic body mutants Greg Vand and Susan Subtract. Their unique hard beating electronics is heavily infused with body horror and seeks to revive us all from our spectacle-induced coma. ... more
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