Decline

by Melanism

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Matthew Rukgaber
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Matthew Rukgaber Unusual progressive metal--like Gojira with less death metal and djent aspects--which ultimately leads me thinking of moodier progressive metal like early Anathema or early Evergrey. It tends to forego traditional metal riffs for goth-y, post-rock strumming but it breaks up those walls of sound with chunky, progressive breakdowns. Favorite track: Suffering.
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GeN2Mo Somewhat hard to place dense and often dissonant Progressive, Modern-ish Metal between Hacride and Watch My Dying with a slight air of Scarve.
Not easy to get into but absolutely worth the effort. Favorite track: Omnimsomnia.
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released September 9, 2016

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Track Name: Omnimsomnia
Present sunset. Preceding.
I dismiss reason.
Flourishing the emotion.
Psycho-circus begins.

At the bottom of the waters in my mind,
bound by shackles of self-honesty released.
Tears melt with the darkness of this ocean.
Drowning the victim. Related in silence.

Forgive me, absolve me, let me go.
Allow me to advance and be free of penalty.

Slave
of winter nights.
Stockholm syndrome and all extreme reasons
To have my eyelids tide.
I'm free and lost where time stops.
I beg to myself "Will you let me go?"

Maybe will always be so.
Maybe will not exist absolution to me.

Understand that it's not in vain
to fight against my ghosts.
I face my fears
to remove the corrupt.

Maybe I can not choose the resignation.
Maybe I would not choose the resignation.

Unpredictable Bohemia
Feelings in freedom, doomed to destruction
Willing to discover the secret and to understand
the reason for living.

I'm the chosen one to appreciate
what not reaches the senses
something inside of me, something inside of you.

I just hope your blindness will get voided
and we step into paradise,
mentioned in ignorance, located at the summit
that the descent has risen us.
Track Name: Oligarchs
A scene besieged by antagonists.
Oligarchs of chaos.
Hypocritical standarization of the most inhumane acts.
Sublimation of murder.

Just one race
evolved enough to build their moral.
Just one race
evolved enough to omit it.

Annihilating our partners.
Programming an end from the start.
Savoring the authorship
of the vilest unconsciousness.

Haughtiness flatters us,
leads us to the top.
In the kingdom of self-delusion,
proud of shame.

Tongues are for lying,
Mouths are for greed.
Misguided supremacy.

Just one race
evolved enough to build its moral.
Just one race
evolved enough to omit it.
Track Name: Red Giant
We have done it again.
We've repeated the mistake.
As so many times in history
we ended with all the legacy

Apologies from the Stupid Age.

Exponential imbalance
between artifacts and reality.
Tangible, useless, unlimited irrelevance.
Proliferation of cracks in our support.

Red Giant we are waiting for you.
Extend the hand which closes our eyelids.
Too much time left for your arrival.
Too much margin for a virus to spread.

We left the design.
We colonized the entropy
Proud of the discovery.
Ignorant of failure.
Track Name: Shoreline
I escape from here,
my lungs will not breath
this distopic gift.
There's no nature here

Dark clouds beholding
sick hirelings working.
The skyline covers
that perishable way of life,

Remains of delusions of grandeur
of a mistaken race.

Leaving along the way
all this stench of disease.
That place is owned by monsters
squeezing black blood from drones.

I'm running through the wind
every stride is more immaculate,
Now I feel what I've always been,
an animal that should be free.

Walking barefoot
on the edge of the sand.
I have found the purest place.
My deepest self
meets the confidant
this calm that hears me.
Being soaked
by the breeze that heals me.
The silence screams.

The nails squeal.
The sea cauterizes
my nerves, mesmerized
Faith is over
Hope no longer
Just enjoy this moment
Track Name: Drops
Parts of a countless fluid.
Completely united.
By fortunes of destiny,
the company of my soulmate.

The knowing smile that your differences produce in me.
That only make me weak.
Together perfect.
I hear your complicit silence.

Residents in the serpent's mouth
with our venom intact.
With the security of a fetus inside.
That doesn't contemplate the omen.

Each in a fang
we will be injected into different victims.
Destiny has extirpated you from me,
without the farewell that I would have rejected.

Faster, faster, out of control.
Doomed to an uncertain path, no choice.
Stunned in the incident.

What use is it to apply my venom
if I can't share my success?

Nostalgic loneliness of being a half.
The recurring nightmare to remember
the first second after the separation

I will never know more about you.
Neither your development nor your end.
However, without me
I know you will be victorious.

The trail of our venom
at divergent paths.
I need to look ahead
but I just see a mirror.

Increasingly more late words.
It only remains to miss you.
It only remains the fear that time
makes me disappear from your memories.
Track Name: Mass Production
Birth.

Start of the asymptote that approaches zero.
The solider, the emptier
Children treated as virgin molds
Without content, without roots,
Educated based on their lifetime
leaving apart their skills
Intact, wasted,
left to their expiration,
finally extinct.

We are a vortex fed by empiricism
only our purest nature conditions us
characterized by the intrinsic
attacked by the most fictitious mentality

Mass­produced like screws
redirected to their imposed function
essential part of the motion
of a larger machine

controlling their chances from the beginning,
vetoing their individuality since its inception
assigning them an irrelevant serial number
Instructed as pawns to contain the danger
as a way of taming of the mass.
Limit the flow from the start,
the subtlest of lobotomies

We are the endless explosion
full of creativity
ultimate weapon against the conservative mind
orators of the message that words can't explain
Absorbent of the feeling
as humans, we are the answer
Track Name: Suffering
Keep your guard up
Before the hostile scene
Nothing matters at all
Nothing to expect.

The unpredictable is cruel.
Subject to forthcoming uncontrolled events.
Resist the erosion.

One is nothing merely by being.
Build on purity an alternative.
Divulge the example beyond.
Despite dystopia.

Life: The cognitive torture.

When her lips say more than words.
It's just suffering.
When the hands of the clock pierce the heart.
It's just suffering.
Lack of love. Overdose of hate.
It's just suffering.
This fragant smell of rain tonight.
It's just suffering.
Track Name: Acceptance
Such hypocrisy is to fear the end
and invent its extension
to not discard
our invalid work

No matter to us
each dent we engrave
of devastation and shame
along our time

Carpe Diem is the excuse
of whom taints the countdown
instead of dignifying the rubric.

We only yearn for the toy
when it moves away from the hand.
Despite the abuse.
Despite oblivion.

We promise it will be different
when we are sure
that it’s already late,
when saliva tastes like lies.

Bow our knees
in barren land
the game is over