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Powerclashing Maximalism

by Autocatalytica

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1.
Borndun 05:19
Beware of the rising tide Before you're bludgeoned into waking And sanctify this evisceration As you conjure up a scapegoat Rather than face your blind Complacent hubris You know they’re coming for Your right to stay disconnected From anyone outside your immediate field of vision Cry out your eyes Take me to communion Champion my torment ignoring the cost Time after time, tribute to the failed tribe You’re all alibis and cop-outs Waking up on the outskirts of exile Are our goals so opposed as to Generate their endgames from a different source Languishing in scintillating deception Saving face we crawl towards the abject Horror Of the Morals we’ve calibrated To the subjective flux of our own Desire, we all submit to mythologize Every transitory frustration Cry out your eyes Take me to communion Champion my torment ignoring the cost Time after time, tribute to the failed tribe You’re tragic and mindful and deaf We obscure our aims, radiate shame Convinced the game is Still zero-sum, as we become Servants to the intrinsic Program Are we no better than this selfish recursion We normalize obligate Wanton fratricide under the guise of this Glorified isolation Mindlessly heaping our entrails On the altar of self-actualization We’ve become a withered husk
2.
Zippler 03:33
Nice to see you awake Freshly unfettered by your fantasies Bathed in this rigid truth What a deep relief To watch your hunger for meaning dissolve Still I can’t shake the feeling of something sacrificed All we are is calcified Veiled behind immutable lines Show me another way to account for this Insatiable drive to be defined Submit to the necessity Of rampant petty deception ossified within You think you’re really here? Unassailed by innate programs, Blind to your better judgement Conviction only serves to construct a Labyrinth of eternal dissatisfaction From your hollow search for meaning I concede the limits of this dull machine And behold the ancient spiral paralyzed By the weight of design Is there some reprieve In knowing the way beyond this Requires more than we could perceive The restless winds Console my indecision against the rising tide All we are is calcified Veiled behind immutable lines Show me another way to account for this Insatiable thirst to be defined By more than what we hide Resist resigning yourself to Mindless patterns of petty projection lest you forget We’re all the same Under this meaningless facade of identity
3.
Trash Serum 05:20
You approach Impeccably inspiring trust in me as Each subtle signal reinforces my implicit biases Oh god I’m coming apart at the seams Won’t you take my hand Lead me away from these isolating fallacies I’m trapped inside someone else When every breath feels so calculated Each word becomes a cypher to conceal So pardon my suspicion But would you mind tracing that thought to source No rush of course I’m simply curious How you’ve arrived here Oh god I’m coming apart at the seams Just tryna make some sense of Every way we’re inadvertently deceived by our own intent Faces like forgeries Masquerade, factory-makes - Of all we prize and emulate, We waste away, simulate each day in - Pretense and flattery, Give and take, fashion a veil of Carbon, colourized, All enhanced, Figurines with overtly bleeding hearts. We’re all ripe with calculation Each word a frail cypher to conceal Your total lack of inhibition As we spill forth torrents of self-righteous condemnation We castrate ourselves Oh god have we forsaken charity to crucify Those outside our adolescent fantasy of Life devoid of every threat Faces like forgeries Masquerade, factory-makes - Of all we prize and emulate, We waste away, simulate each day in - Pretense and flattery, Give and take, Savour the taste of Poison to your health for the host All admissions of character and poise We all owe it to ourselves To investigate the source of this illusion
4.
Cheggo 04:35
5.
Dukka Dukka 06:00
Breathe in, zooming out Perceive without Feeding this narrow tale We cannot afford to prevail As every hour trickles Endless towards the dawn The light reveals our tale As apocryphal All ensnared in narratives Convinced that they are Sacred, untouchable by patterns We enact without a hint of awareness Virulent, barriers condemn us to overvalue Immediate satisfaction Offered by this embedded template As all our efforts pale Stubbornly we evolve A wider lens to confront this Cancerous drivel Spilling from our mouths Such blatant hubris I refuse to release my suffocating grasp On the words that absolve me of this predetermined horror Dissolve, embrace the terminal futility of this pursuit And observe your identity eviscerated And scattered out amongst the horder You were never any more Than a recursive pattern of flesh flavoured dust And that’s alright!
6.
7.
Crawboi 06:08
Another day the same pathway My ego clawing towards the dawn Who am I but An image magnetized by promises of what’s to come Bleed the past of its potency And cease this fruitless reaching You know you’re leaving\ The moment out to dry In favour of the dust behind My hope is enshrined inside this fragile narrative And it's fragmented at best Each sudden jolt of suffering drags me away From the moment in its unfettered bliss Who am i to resist The promise of such openness Where I can finally rest Knowing my desire is extinguished There’ll be nothing left grasp Vacant roads await me Swallowing my throne archaic goals pulverised And scattered the by grinding hush The clouds dissolve Revealing this desolate impermanent resolve Red and so Inviting We bury our insistent reservations And descend further into the mire of abdication’s throat
8.
Graveo 02:47

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released October 16, 2020

Drums tracked / Engineered by Calvin Hartwick @ Dream House Studios Toronto
Mixed by Eric Thorfinnson with help from Luc Chiasson
Mastered by Reuben Ghose @ Mojito Mastering
Artwork by Rachel Lindover & Eric Thorfinnson
Drums on tracks 1,2,3,4,5 & 7 by Neilroy Miranda
Screams on tracks 1,2,3 & 5 by Gary Walsh
Clean Vocals, lyrics on tracks 1,3 & 5 by Scott Carruthers
Clean Vocals, lyrics on track 2 by Devlin Flynn
Clean Vocals on track 7 by Amy Beth Anders
Saxophone on track 4 by Derek Serbin
Violin on tracks 1 & 2 by Laura C. Bates
Guitar Solo on track 1 by Jeffrey Corcoran
Track 8 written by Erik Sorensen, arranged by Eric Thorfinnson
All other guitar, bass, drums & vocals recorded at home by Eric Thorfinnson
All songs written by Autocatalytica

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Autocatalytica is a bubbling cauldron of scatter-brained prog-metal insanity helmed by Guitarist/Vocalist Eric Thorfinnson

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