by Moaning Dwarf

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B'tRayd - guitar

Michael "Radar" Markham - drums, effects, keys, etc.


released May 10, 2016

All tracks written & recorded by Moaning Dwarf

Produced by Michael "Radar" Markham
Copyright & Published by M. Markham/Radar Media 2016



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Track Name: Obliterated Moon Station
My love for a freedom and life unhindered by authority is fleeting
Soon in passing what I believed I could cherish for eternity will escape me
Sorrow begs me to weep unceasingly at the thought of vanquished liberty
Sensibility begs me to stab my heart out, let it bleed and rip it apart before my enemies

In ashes the remnants of civil-minded thought deconstructed from what they were before being vanquishing by fire

Vanquished by fire

Militia reemergence recreates the necessary strategy to take back the inalienable
Though now is all sorrow, and I mourn and desire death
Yet, all is not lost as my armies rise from the west
Track Name: Singular Ion
Surface of schism
In plated truth
As locked in a prism
Best way to mold them is to take them in youth
What’s there to stop us from creating the myth

That you are not one, but a part of this mess
Conquering divide in all eyes was missed
All the pilots who fought for us blood hand in fist
Disintegrated no warning, and right into shit (repeat)
Fought with their blood to perpetuate myth

Mimic the alert and I swear the power will surely shift
Away from the delusion of a tangible wealth
To chase after paper as no equal elevated above all else

I am the singular ion who transposes matter
To degrees that drift to make reality shatter
And all in the midst of what’s believed as the same
Rates in vibrations reveal false semblance of what does remain

All pieces seem separate when viewed in sinechticy
Once revealing the whole is a matter of choice
To unite affluently is an effort of simple transparency
Guiding humanity toward a unanimous voice
Track Name: Syntholoclope
May be a light at the end of the tunnel
But it’s only once they’re dead
When they can no longer force a hand all past suffering is resolved
You can take them there faster
Expedite their position toward non-existence
That’s the lesson they teach, that’s the lesson they learn
Have you the strength to stand ground on your liberation
As it cannot be wrought without slaughter
Lesson’s acknowledged as we survey the past
Track Name: Symptomatically Botched Transgendered Organism
Why is it you’re screaming?
Oh, has something compromised your independence?
Has the heel soaked in tar worn its print enough into you that you feel some ways molested?
Has intolerable seeding of the pain they create pushed you to disassociate with your own identity?
Has the pole been shoved so far up inside that it starts to flow with blood?
How have they pushed and forced there way up until ripped out as your end trails fall in the soil behind you?
How can it be that they steal so much to the point of causing your death?
Why have they defeated your will to live?
Why would you relinquish the fight?
No breath in you once you’re sired in weakness
Track Name: Digital Kick-In
Death may come quickly for those who have diminished in wavering feeling
Indeed they have already perished in this realm
So decide to suffer more, to shed nothing but tears
That as centuries pass seeping optics will bind the nerves to fibrous epicenters that universally tie
Energy into the sub stream on orbit, which always makes it back around
In this day a technological fusion into flesh guides the senses of antiquity
An interface with reality engineered by those who could never have survived actually living it at all
Kick in a digital realm, embrace what distances from origin
Step away from a wholeness and unification with the primary natural energy
Into binary pathways that now serve as our only source of light
Track Name: Communication Wire's Frayed (Fckdis, I'mboutretastikitupyrass)
Everything must be under control
So invasive is the pervasion of surveillance that compromise is no option
Certainly, it never was
Death would come first; or, death would come easier
Some say this all used to be a lot more violent
And wrought with protest as there were many who took a stand
With gatherings of insurmountable numbers, violence is sure to be implemented by the oppressors
Malevolent carcasses of those who would have 99% as sheep, as meat
So now we are surveyed ensuring they who never pushed too hard against the grain are further subdued toward their bottom level complacency
Not many seem to see what’s coming as they sit back to suckle on all the puss their oppressors dispense
So certain is their greed, and they count on the passiveness of the masses to fuel their power
And your indignity to remain a shredded soulless being in order to elevate them higher
Track Name: Minion Controller
We’ve taken over
Ripped the system asunder
By not following the standards of society’s traditions
We never cared for a supposed sense of what’s normal
And enlightenment envelops all in our wake
We’ve seen through your terror, your lies
Your negative propaganda
Media spewed as a tool to divide
To divide nations, friends, cultures, and families
All based on the standards of hate the media oozes from our televisions
We will stand for no more
You’re pushing the feed so far to the brink that the surface is bound to cave in
When it topples over will you be prepared to fight the ensuing masses of those you’ve compromised and believed you had weakened?
All the while in underground preparation
For when you are finally caught and subdued now as victim
On your knees cry, beg, and suffer hanging on the question of the decision
Whether you’ll be spared or kept only for torture to writhe from your actions
The latter choice is that of no master
But only honorable justice, which seeks to make the former tyrant understand