1. |
Astro Vanity (intro)
01:26
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On borrowed time,
on stolen land,
we stand
with nails through our feet
and each our hands,
blindfolded trying to see the sky, gagged trying to scream
to question why
we all breathe,
we all bleed, we all live in pain. we all dream.
we all sink.
we all die in vain.
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2. |
Sink in Rip City
01:01
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Eye contact locked with the void
And lately I’ve been
Overwhelmed, drained and annoyed
And I’ve been thinking
It seems like
The cosmos has been shrinking or maybe Just illuminating the darkest connections
To show the ways in which
Everything is linking
Elucidating all casuistry and coincidence,
Blinking
Missing all the firing neurons spent
Now who’s in debt to the archetypes?
Stress all the hype
Literally, checking out
I against I - unite
Undefined, uninspired, hypnotized
Are you feeling “me”?
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3. |
Excuses As Nooses
02:53
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The lives that we’ve led,
the lies that we lead
ourselves to edge
to see if we bleed,
when what’s left is only what
we tell ourselves in our heads,
everything
is as fleeting
as the breath that we breathe,
How do we stop falling casualty?
who am i to question
how we deceive
ourselves into this
projected reality?
Why is it taking
so long to kick in?
How do we know
which way cycles will spin?
Predictive as predators,
we move with the wind.
Made martyr when blessed
with the original sin, but
we’re cleansing the cursed palate,
it ends how it begins.
The lies that we lead,
Into lives that we’ve led,
like spiders we weave
the most tangled of webs,
Let’s put those habits to rest,
Let’s put that culture to bed,
Set fire to the nest,
Bad energy
lets ego rise from the dead,
Projecting perfection
is perception misled,
we’ve conceived the cure
but its often unsaid
So let’s make peace with the remedy,
and put 2 in the back of the head.
Exasperated the explanation
out of the shittiest situation,
milk the blood from the stone
so every red cent is worth
the wasted time and inspiration and
Mindless conversations that wear upon my patience, I will not fake enjoyment,
can’t feign any sense of entertainment.
How are you so complacent?
I can’t fucking take it.
Are you really happy here
or are you just comfortable and warm?
Does it even resonate or
seem to matter anymore?
Does it even click at all?
Or are we just disassociating,
waiting for the fall?
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4. |
Thirst
01:55
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Bastardized offspring,
satirized all sacred offerings.
All the talking
gets you nowhere
when words are traced back
to a mocking
sense of self-righteousness,
stalking
the weakest prey
all the way
to the watering hole,
defaulting
on the thirst
that drives us and
the hunger that keeps us wanting more and more
and more and more and more and more and more and more
in a constant state of doubt,
profit off the struggle
for survival,
but you too
will dry up in the drought.
OUR TIME IS OUT
Unquenchable,
can’t cleanse your soul,
forfeit the whole ship
for the sake of one life raft,
drift alone,
Lost in a dead sea,
where your mind’s at,
yelling - “help me!”
No one to hear your pleas tho,
What does it mean to be wealthy
when we all perish in poverty,
all equal?
All Equal.
the villain and the hero,
drowning in nothing,
no fuckin sequel.
Roll the credits on everything.
Big main character energy.
No Fucking Sequel.
No Fucking Sequel.
No Fucking Sequel.
No Fucking Sequel.
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5. |
A Tension
02:00
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What are you doing?
What are you doing Right now?
What are you doing?
Doing. Do it. Do it now.
There’s nothing else to worry about,
tune it, tune it , tune it out.
Only listen to intuition,
Until you’re drowning in your sound.
It all looks the same.
It all feels the same.
It all seems the same.
It’s all grey and black clouds
until you pull your focus out the frame pull your self up out of the grave,
and see the blue sky
contrasting the corners
of the picture that you paint
and if you’re paying any attention,
you’ll notice that
the only constant is change.
All that’s promised is change.
Let Go
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6. |
Ouroboros
02:09
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How much of your creation
is anchored in destruction?
how much that you create
is merely made for consumption?
Trying to choke out the man brain,
being human is exhausting,
I’m open to suggestion
if anyone has
a way of stopping
the constant analyzing
of mundane content
I’m being forced to binge,
I’ve been ducking into corners,
contorting this exquisite corpse
in a feeble attempt to live.
Why does happiness elude me so?
And is it just a myth?
How do I learn to enjoy living in the moment
when the ones before and after it are shit?
I’ve grown comfortable putting this mask on but they can still see the expression in my eyes, something in my present is past wrong, so my presence in the future,
I already regret and despise.
I despise.
Lord knows I’ve tried to strategize, synchronize, prophesize,
and optimize my time,
it all falls away in the face of truth
and feels like lies,
so I despise.
How much of your creation
is rooted in destruction?
how much of what you create
is made merely for consumption?
Consume. Regurgitate. Repeat.
Consume. Regurgitate. Repeat.
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7. |
Snakewalker
01:15
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Really? Seriously?
What fucking year is it?
The whole world decided
not to live in fear of these idiots.
Now how is this a prominent problem we’re dealing with?
Violently venomous intentions
pretending this pretentious shit
is based on anything more relevant than juvenile insecurities embellished with elaborate irreverent hypnotic rhetoric.
We’re not fucking hearing it
and no one is listening.
Deafened in your echo chamber, demasculinized
by your own anger and misery.
Running up that hill
towards greener grass,
stepping on
whoever is left slithering.
Running up that hill,
putting new tread down,
Gaining traction by taking action
and stomping them out.
Stomp them out.
Stomp them out!
Stomp them out!
Now How’s that fucking boot taste?
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8. |
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This is
novelty theory
under
applied pressure of empathy,
emptying egos
we’ve been
collectively mentoring
ensuring entropy burns itself out,
martyred the entity.
That is the storm
that we’ve been weathering
whether it will be the end of things
or just another stage
of cleansing debris
we’ve built gods out of,
all feelings fade without love,
but we can only
ride denial for so long
until it builds your fate
from the ground up
and
finds the foundation of your faith unsound and unfounded. Natural progression,
nothing profound about it,
our judgment is clouded,
come rain season
we’re bound to be drowning.
I don’t doubt it.
I don’t doubt it.
I don’t doubt it.
I don’t doubt it.
I don’t doubt it.
I don’t doubt it.
I don’t doubt it.
we’re all singing to the cracks of the vinyl, clinging to the lack of the primal, you can’t ignore it, we’re swinging from the wires back to the forest, that’s a societal sacrifice for the sake of the revival.
More than crucial,
it’s vital,
losing balance
just trying to withstand
the tidal wave
carrying the current beside you.
When the waters rise,
ride the wave and slide through, hit the crest
before we wipe out and die too,
I’ve been watching the scenes slip in slow motion,
who am I to deny you? ..
The burning of the chapel,
the changing of the gods,
spirit incarnate will do
whatever the fuck it wants.
Why don’t you try to…
Clinging to a culture
that’s been fired
through the barrel
of a smoking gun
through the body
of a writhing corpse
that looks just like you ?
Why are you fighting
tooth and nail
to hold on
to something
that will never
shine light through?
Where we’re going
we don’t need roads,
We don’t play by rules of time,
we just drive-thru.
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Time Void Portland, Oregon
Formed in 2020, the various members of numerous past Portland hardcore/punk bands came together as SCRUTINY, released a 4 song EP - “Caged Bird” in summer 2021 and began putting down roots in their home scene. After a brief hiatus and recruiting a new vocalist in 2022, the band began writing more music and slaying shows, quickly adopting a new name reflecting the shift in sound and style. ... more
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