1. |
Sacrificial Abolishment
04:51
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The mind so barren with thoughts so empty
The everlasting dreariness a churning
Long abandoned thoughts of intellect
Now only a shroud of what once was
Never before has a change been so as the sacrificial abolishment, of the mind
Never before has a change been so as the sacrificial abolishment, of the mind
To give way for the drone.
Six billion drones today
Any others hunted down
Seen as threats
Religious crusades
Moral crusades
Terror crusades
There is but one goal
The streamlining of the mind
There is but one victor
The streamlined mind
There is but one goal
The streamlining of the mind
There is but one victor
The streamlined mind
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2. |
Now We're Nothing
04:14
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(Subject is a Caucasian male, in his mid to late 70s, cause of death is yet unknown. Whilst we cannot yet identify him, the condition of the body does tell us a few things.)
It was not always like this.
(There are no telltale signs of manual labor, and the overweight and slight atrophy suggests that he probably held a simple and repetitive job.)
Once it mattered
Memories long gone
Of what we were
Before we turned
Before we came
Before we gave up
Now we're nothing
A shadow, of out former selves
Now we're nothing
All hope is gone
Now we're nothing
We had it all
Now we're nothing
Nothing at all
One could say, we evolved
One one could say we devolved
We gave up all we had,
We laid down and died,
Without as much as a fight,
We bought it all.
One could say, we evolved
One one could say we devolved
We gave up all we had,
We laid down and died,
Without as much as a fight,
We bought it all.
Now we’ve changed
We have no will at all
We slave away
and slowly we rot.
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3. |
The March of the Drones
02:24
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The March of The Drones
The March of The Drones
The end is here, the slaughter commenced
All trace of the mind, is gone
We’ve taken control, we have it all
No one will think again
The March of The Drones
The March of The Drones
The end is here, the slaughter commenced
All trace of the mind, is gone
We’ve taken control, we have it all
No one will think again
The drone marches on
The March of The Drones
The March of The Drones
The end is here, the slaughter commenced
All trace of the mind, is gone
We’ve taken control, we have it all
No one will think again
The March of The Drones
The March of The Drones
The end is here, the slaughter commenced
All trace of the mind, is gone
We’ve taken control, we have it all
No one will think again
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4. |
Hypothesis
03:18
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(One can observe the smaller than usual brain, during the past few decades we’ve actually seen a decrease in brain size. Hypothesizing of course but this does confirm our previous theories about who this can be.)
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5. |
Inconsequential
11:55
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Freedom, from thoughts from having to think.
Now it’s all taken care of taken care of for me.
Why think a thought, why waste a minute,
when somebody does it for me?
This change has been good; we’ve wanted it all along.
I’d never have the courage to let go on my own,
but now it’s been decided, it’s been done for me,
this is the best thing, that ever happened to me.
This change has been good; we’ve wanted it all along.
I’d never have the courage to let go on my own,
but now it’s been decided, it’s been done for me,
this is the best thing, that ever happened to me.
It started so easily,all I did was give in,
it started so slowly I never knew until it was over.
Now what a relief, I’ll never think again.
We have evolved
We are something else
We are something more
To something greater, a greater common good.
To something better, we were never meant to be
Like we were, noble and proud,
but now as we are, humble and timid
My mind so barren, and empty
The thoughts, no longer there
I am, but a part of what I was
I am, but a servant of all
Now, that I’ve given myself, I have nothing left what shall be my goal now?
Now that I can’t sacrifice myself…
The only option is
to sacrifice the rest.
They don’t know their own good,
they can’t see what I’ve seen
Now, that I’ve given myself,
I have nothing left
what shall be my goal now?
Now that I can’t sacrifice myself…
The only option is
to sacrifice the rest.
They don’t know their own good,
they can’t see what I’ve seen
the glory of it all,
the glory of giving yourself up,
the glory of the selflessness
the glory of self-immolation
Oh, glorious, we’ve started it now
Oh at last, we’re on our way
Soon no one left, all traces of
the individual lost,
soon we are all one.
This change has been good; I wanted it all along.
I’d never have the courage to force you on my own,
but now it’s been decided, it’s been done to you,
this is the best thing, that ever happened for me.
This change has been good; I wanted it all along.
I’d never have the courage to force you on my own,
but now it’s been decided, it’s been done to you,
this is the best thing, that ever happened for me.
From an, individual
We’ve gone, from a weak one
What small, claims we’ve given up
We’ve gotten, back as a whole.
So why, are some still fighting
We are, in it for them
This is, the fight for us all
The fight, we cannot lose
We have finally made it this far,
the end of an era is here.
Not only have I stopped it,
I’ve also delivered them all.
Now we’re all in your hands,
now the common good
can be superimposed on each one.
We have finally made it this far,
the end of an era is here.
Not only have I stopped it,
I’ve also delivered them all.
Now we’re all in your hands,
now the common good
can be superimposed on each one.
With the gradual losing
of ourselves some think
that we have lost,
what they fail to acknowledge
are the gains we’ve made,
and for that end,
whatever made you think
that it wasn’t worth it?
The common good
always supersedes all else
That is the only way we know.
Anything that is all your own, is
fully inconsequential. As are you…
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6. |
The Endless Void
08:37
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(It is fair to conclude that the subject was a standard, or should I say substandard, human being.)
No,
Not like this
No,
This wasn’t meant to be
We cannot give up this easily
Wasn’t it ever worth something?
How could we give it up?
So cowardly,
How could we give up?
Why did we give up?
Now, It’s time to fight back
We’ll fight you all the way
The ones you tried to hide,
The ones you tried to kill
The ones you really kept you alive
We the strong,
The proud,
The noble,
Who have been saving you all along.
The only way to stop us is when there are none of us left
Only then can you know what it’s really like,
only then can you see the meaning of it all,
nothing so far as been real.
Only now do you realize what you really gave up
You think you might know
but this is nothing of that which is to come
The full impact is about to hit you now
The drone marches on
The drone marches on
You can’t intimidate us, we’re winning now,
you are too few left to make a difference.
This has always been your weakness,
you required thought, intelligence and a will,
we never required anything,
We embraced them, as they were
Nobody will take your side now,
nobody will think to let it happen.
Who will give up what they have now,
the comfort of the endless void?
We can, we will
Your victory is far from certain,
people will arise from your coma
There is no denying it will happen
The age of the drones is coming to an end.
This is what, we’ve been saying all along
you think, you fooled them
you might have given them the illusion
But in reality you never delivered
The age of the drones is coming to an end
We can we will
Your, victory Is far from certain,
people will, arise from your, coma
There is no denying it will happen
The age of the drones is coming to an end.
This is what we’ve been saying all along
you think, you fooled them
you might have given them, the illusion
But in reality you never delivered
The age of the drones is coming to an end
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7. |
The Drone Marches On
09:11
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This void can’t help them anymore
The illusion of the dream is dead
you failed
Your feeble attempts are nothing
but pathetic, can’t you see you’re
already too late?
Much to late
We had them all along,
you never had a chance,
there was never any doubt
that you’d fail
As you always do.
You cannot offer, what we can
We can give eternal bliss
What have you to offer?
The dream is dead
Feeble fool, there never was one
You can’t fight what isn’t there
The march will never stop
The end is here
The drone marches on
The dream is dead
Feeble fool, there never was one
You can’t fight what isn’t there
The march will never stop
The drone marches on
The March of The Drones
The March of The Drones
It never mattered, for the drone lives
The march of the drones, never ends
For the drone marches on
(Interestingly enough one could say in the end that his death was self-inflected; although not in any standard way. The internal turmoil was simply too much, in the end his decision killed him.)
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