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Containment Procedures

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1.
B-04 02:04
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2.
Shafts and pipes 04:53
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I work below the ground Pale and stale-eyed There is blood in the walls and rebar mesh A grid in the form of life I don't need to to sleep away Make do with drowsy hum If the question is somewhere in shafts and pipes overhead... If something is out there... I'm not cleared to ask Is there something a little odd? Is there something left unasked? Is there peril behind the locked door? Well... Are you someone with no past? I would never know I would never think Realize: I've been doing the same one thing since I recall Need to know Need to think Need to know Everything Need to know Need to think Need to find What it means
3.
Needles 06:28
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You are to bear a twisted cross we've made for you of salvaged hate you'd swear you've never known Put metal bar agains tyour head You'll willingly accept the pain Be gratefull as you could be worse You cannot point to where it hurts You cannot rid the itch The voice of thousand bodies dumps garbage in your brain A phantom blade, miasmic laughter nested in each different room You say you "really don't believe this shit" You do. Too late to hide, We're in your mind, In every hall: The needles in the walls You're like a broken toy Have one too many arms Take way too many steps towards the goal that makes no sense You bleed entirely wrong From the holes that you shouldn't have You need to slow it down, you need to fade out Too late to start to fucking cry CRY! We're needles in your eyes! Your entire life we design your crimes... We accuse Through every day we make up your mind, we bore the hole... The needles in your soul I am the Prodigal Son I am your Progeny
4.
Workspace 05:18
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Put on hold Without any notice Without any plan No questions Each door leads to none Each door is a trap I hear something moving... No chance. How long 'til I see you? How long 'til the curtain lifts? The sound echoes throught the halls: "That's it." If I shatter and pound 'til my body fails will the metal bend? If the walls can hear, will they carry me to Heaven? There is no one else in this concrete space No one else! If I scream Will you open?
5.
Real people 02:33
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6.
Sadness 06:29
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I've waited so long and nothing changed Nothing ever seemed to work Ever since I saw... I could hear the sitcom laughter when I saw: That the hammers don't strike, the dials don't turn It's all empty, it's all just a stage And I don't even play Yeah, if you scream loud enough you can't hear yourself choke... and the echo will only punch you back I'm still too soft The tubes, all feed into themselves The work was for nothing. Just a looping noise I could burn, burn this place with me but the steel and the concrete will only get darker I rid myself of me each time I start again I vomit the rotten "sacred truth", one of many And all of them dead I spill my fake blood Across the dead floor The air is thick, unbreathable I fade to dark...
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Emptyspace 03:23
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Don't go unprepared Don't look for help from outside Do your work and/or die Max it out It's foolish to resist Don't go Don't stop Don't stop now... They are coming..
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Containment Procedures 13:33
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They came in many shapes Shit seeping through the open drains They came to see me cry Blood falls from my eyes like rain A million different doors Each one will slam like the falling sky They came to see me run I run, in circles to the threshold of sickness I stumble and fall, hit my stupid face Pain again - time to jot it down, Record their laughter - 'nother nail in my/their wall Wake up an try to feel it out The muscles ringing, the same, old flesh reacts: The fucking thing I've written every name for... The tension rising, Shepard tone - I shake my own foundation You are not me, don't try to think you have the right to cut me clean, to put me in a dirty jar I'm not your whore! I'm my own pain! 'the fuck to blame? One more reason to destroy yourself and everything around It's in my bone, I'll do it when I say Not when you say, not in your stinking chamber Never on your terms Never bleed your blood I shit on your "death of outcast", "die alone in pain" Not if I find the way: Another switch, different combination I laugh at your laughter and run I swear on my halo and die Your consequence will not change my imprisonment - the same is not the same I can't stand scratching the walls every time If world is dead, I wanna see for myself My hands bleed, twisted from low-clearance life Bastard! Show me your face! The needles getting closer Full circle, mockingly The pale reality of shit stain And nothing else! No doors, there's only walls Come crashing on my knees No water - caustic shit Everything kills No home, there never was A sad machine of flesh It's always been your fault to live in bunkered hell Nothing Severs Lifeless Terror Nothing Equals Walls of Vacuum Nothing Severs Painless Terror No one came It was always here
9.
Power up 08:13
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The hammers don't strike, the dials don't turn. It's all empty. It's all just a stage, and I don't even play.

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released September 1, 2019

Written, recorded and produced by Michał Rachwalik
Drums recorded at Studio Centrum, engineered by Grzesiek Tomaszewski.
Artworks by Michał Rachwalik

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