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[NOTE: ALL OF CURRENT SONGS POSTED ARE STILL IN A ROUGH PRODUCTION PHASE]...seeking knowledge from innards of my skull alias dripping gray brain matter electrical patterns? Then ask away...The people in the city seem paper thin in the mist. They believe they are dancing to the music of their lives... But I think, like the puppets, each of us is pulled upon invisible strings, until the night comes and we are put away. I shiver, and hurry from the square, as the darkness of the city closes over me like canal water or the grave...The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing. .. MyGen Profile Generator

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Member Since: 5/14/2007
Band Website: diedefilier.com
Band Members: head composer: [NA]... programming: [...die defilier]... strings: [Walter Kovacs]... breathing patterns: [Nigel D]... thought process: [backwards stain face]... concept design: [Malkav]
Influences: dog carcass in alley this morning... elusive skin cancer... knowing ignorance is not always bliss... dusty fragile existence... salty superficial spider veins... infinite blood loss... every exhale one closer to last... stagnant smoke and burnt human fat... the smell of dark vitamin enhanced urine... loss of hope meaning more freedom... tasty lies and dripping women... cowardice amongst the hiding ulcers within... the never-ending ellipsis... deceased brethren... aging traitors still breathing the same oxygen... obsession with oblivion... musty malt flavored mocking mollusks... sound of name-brand bleach hitting ancient concrete... carbon monoxide and methamphetamine abuse... being truly alone in the damp dark... the shadows that flee before i move my straining eyes... [He’s a fountain of misplaced rage. Name your cliche; Mother held him too much or not enough, last picked at kickball, late night sneaky uncle, whatever. Now he’s so angry that moments of levity actually cause him pain; give him headaches. Happiness, for that gentleman, hurts.]
Sounds Like:[all the king's men...could not put him back together again]Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do; Devise reason later. Born from Oblivion, bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into Oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random; has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it too long; no meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not Fate that butchers them or Destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us.......................................................... ..............................i heart automatics

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