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Chaos Machine

by Chaos Machine

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1.
Bleed Out 08:47
Bleed Out I’m a bad seed. At least that’s what they say, someday they’ll realize that it was all their fault. Do you hear me? Suffocate in life, bleed out of existence, circumvent visions of taking your life. I can take it from you, I can take away your life. I can take it from you, I can take away your pride. You’re all gonna fucking die. I’ll make damn sure of it. I’m pissed. You better fucking believe it, son. Do you hear me? Suffocate in life, bleed out of existence, circumvent visions of taking your life. I can take it from you, I can take away your life. I can take it from you, I can take away your pride. You’re all gonna die. Hatred from inside. Seeking out the light, all find is animosity, such a blurred sense, it’s a fake reality. You’re all gonna die. Living in the dark, I see what I wanna see. Dead bodies lie for all of eternity. Hatred from inside. Seeking out the light all find is animosity, such a blurred sense, it’s a fake reality. You’re all gonna die. Living in the dark, I see what I wanna see. Dead bodies lie for all of eternity. This will be my---This will be my last stand and I’ve accomplished all I set out to do. Do you hear me? Suffocate in life, bleed out of existence, circumvent visions of taking your life. I can take it from you, I can take away your life. I can take it from you, I can take away your pride. Suffering eyes are all that I see, insanity has overcome me, all you can do is scream and shout, I’ll take a seat and watch you bleed out.
2.
Immolate The Wandering Waste Set you on Fire! Set it all aflame. An institutional deafening, blinding mediocrity. Set the wick to light and wait for implosion, itching for the coming end. The sparks are flying now and death is soon to come, sound the trumpets of war. Fire! You know who’s to blame. An environmental reckoning, searing flesh from bone. Immolation for all. Set yourself alight. Dreaming of your fall. I smile as you scream. No longer can I take it. Impatiently I wait for you to tear yourselves apart. A spectacle, I’d pay to see, I want to see the bodies smoldering at my feet. It started as a quiet dissonance, a reticent enveloping of the mind. Growing over time to a clamoring of ignorance. All that I hear is a mind-numbing banality. Insipid consciousness surrounds me from all sides. My skin is crawling as a result of your presence in mine. Tears fill my eyes as I think of all the pain that you could feel if you just give up and make my dream a reality. I’m not asking too much. All that I desire is to see you drink some gasoline, light a match and swallow it. Your burning flesh will make you insane. Convince your friends to play along. Sleep will come after the pain. Take my advice and fucking die. A message from the heart. Fuck off and die. Fire! You know who’s to blame. An environmental reckoning, searing flesh from bone. Fire! I’ll just sit back and watch you die.
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This Is Hate 04:43
This Is Hate You’re seeing red, your blood is boiling. Your patience is wearing thin, don’t test me. This is just a feeling that you cannot control. After several tries, you realize that this is not your goal. Clench your fist and grit your teeth, blame it all on the meek. Swollen fists and blackened eyes, know your role and I will mine. Suffer. Won’t you suffer. Feeling hate. Fucking hate. Strong feelings of malice and all that dwells within. Violence is the answer. Summon the demons deep within that make you hate. Justify your reasons and never speculate. Clench your fist and close your mind, disregard your inner light, no hope for compromise, degradation of your spine. Simplified meaning of humanity, it’s all that we know how to do, it’s what we were taught from the dawn of time, it’s everything that we stand for. This is hate. The anger inside, it’s burning alive, I’ve got to let you know, all of your religions lead to bad decisions. The plight of your life is destined and tried, I’ve got to let you know, all of your visions bring the death of millions. Simplified meaning of humanity, it’s all that we know how to do, it’s what we were taught from the dawn of time, it’s everything that we stand for. This is hate. You’re seeing red, your blood is boiling. Your patience is wearing thin, don’t test me. I’ll self-destruct and fuck you up most definitely. It feels so good to feel so bad, all our lives. Fucking hate.
4.
Apartment 213 Visions of your dismembered body occupy me, manipulate your corpse for my own pleasure. I run my fingers through your entrails, your body still warm as I slide inside. Now I'll chop you up, your leanest parts go on my dinner plate. So I take your dead flesh into me (your dead flesh). Through me you'll live for eternity (I'll keep your head). Don't mind the smell, it's nothing you need to concern yourself with. Have a seat, we'll have a drink and you can tell me everything there is to know about you. I will act the perfect host, nod and smile at all the right moments. All the while my mind is reeling, considering all the fun to be had, waiting for the drugs to take hold, only then can we begin. Your life has new meaning. You become my dreams in flesh (Part of me). Your vision starts to blur I'll make you my plaything. Before you know, it's all over. I’m so glad you’re here. Welcome to apartment 213. Visions of your dismembered body occupy me, manipulate your corpse for my own pleasure. I run my fingers through your entrails, your body still warm as I slide inside. Now I'll chop you up, your leanest parts go on my dinner plate. So I take your dead flesh into me (your dead flesh). Through me you'll live for eternity. You say you feel a little weird, come in my room and you can lay yourself down. See the pictures, lining the walls, see all the dead eyes as they stare, stare out at you. Say hello to all my previous guests, and goodbye to the life you fucking know. As I wrap my hands around your neck, asphyxiation takes its toll, your body tenses up on instinct, fighting for another breath. Life is draining from you. I am your nightmare come true. You can't scream. Your life is leaving your body. I'll make you my puppet. The light goes out in your eyes. I’m so glad you’re here. Welcome to apartment 213. I will take part of your soul. Your body is no longer breathing, your muscles can't feel any pain. Dead eyes only see your master, your purpose, to please only me. A marionette of my own creation, the medium is your remains. Now you have my full attention, your death intoxicates. I think I like you more than most, I guess I'll keep your ass around for a while. Just lay there quietly, I'm gonna drill a little hole, hole in your head. Now I'll shoot some acid in, neutralize your brain, make you docile. Thinking is impossible, mindless in every way. But you still interest me, you've become my living doll. Though your heart is beating, I'm the master of your fate. No control. You will do just as you're told. I've made you my zombie. I have much more use for you. I’m so glad you’re here. Welcome to apartment 213. I like you better now that you're dead (Now that you're dead). More fun now that you are dead. I think I'll keep your head.
5.
Governmentally Challenged We're falling behind, all the way to the back of the line, regressing into just one mind Running out of time. Simply put were fading, all the lives you’re wasting now. Insanity's clear. Denial injected into the mainline, lacking comprehension of the lie. We the people didn't ask for this, corporate control of Washington everything. Loss of freedoms becoming more common. Stripped of your rights, without a fight. We are becoming slaves of oppression. Can't see the light. To them you are just another number. Single file line of denial. We're losing control of everything we fought and died for, time to fight again. There's no place for this. Socialist agenda, why are we allowing it? Destiny unclear. If we don't act now there will be nothing, nothing left, to leave our kids. Desperate times and measures. I want my country back, as should you. Coup d’état, is the only way. It's time to rise up and fight. We are building a wall, rise up to watch you all fall. Now that we've all had enough of this, we'll fight for what's right, and decimate all that's wrong. We're all sick of feeling like their servants. Break down their lines, turn back the time. They are becoming scared of the people. With this we rise. Now they realize that we have the numbers. Take back the power, all leaders cower. Regaining control of a future that’s built by our hands, pride and honor, not their demands. They’ve run out of time. Take out the old way, show the enemy it’s a new day. We’ve taken the lead. Tear out the tongue that created this lie, kill the queen, corrupt the hive mind. Future is certain.
6.
With Stasis in Mind Close your mouth and your mind. Absorb euphoria made of plastic ideas. Realize that you are better off when your ideas are forced on you. I foresee the end of me. Recycled apathy, circling from one screen to the next. Play along with full abandon, be sure to follow the instructions on your medication. I foresee the end of me. You are simply sheep marching in fool’s clothing. Sheep in fool’s clothing. Dormant synapses, feeding the masses. Take this drug it’s recommended by vested interests to raise the bottom line. Side effects, more symptoms, sacrifice necessary for the greater good. Spiral into control, concession of a human being into machine. Colorless new age slave, a rat in a maze comprised of corporate greed. Dormant synapses, cultivate and feed the masses. Static pulse, unfocused eyes, marching with a paper semblance of yourself. Celebrate misinformation, a generous dose administered directly in your veins. I foresee the end of me. Training the super ego into barren ignorance, falsifies your humanity. I slip the noose of your control, tearing me down. Apathetic to reason, understanding consumes, serving my imperfection. I take my leave of your domain, breaking the chains. Close your mouth and your mind. Absorb euphoria made of plastic ideas. Realize that you are better off when your ideas are forced on you. I foresee the end of me. You are simply sheep marching in fool’s clothing. Sheep in fool’s clothing. Dormant synapses, feeding the masses
7.
Sunny With A Chance Of Homicide In this day and age of all you whining bitches. Politically correct, sheltering your children from life. It’s not okay you’re making them all failures. How can they fucking see if you are hiding them from truth, pain, hate, rage. Once they realize that you have lied guess what they’ll do. Everything you told them wasn’t true. So long, I watch from within these abject walls. Impetuous and blind, convinced that they would shelter me from the angry and unkind, tireless and unrelenting. Infiltrates my mind, pain as old as it is wise. So now I stand and take the hatred in my hands to find an essence that is pure and so substantial. Sleeper is awakening. Now I know that I will never feel again the pain of keeping all the hatred locked away inside. Release myself to its embrace. I find tearing out your throat is fucking liberating. Your blood has soaked all the way into my soul. There’s nothing you can do to stop the climax of your… Screaming. My fear has been overcome by hatred. I can no longer find a reason, keep my hands tied. Foaming at the mouth, tireless and unrepentant. Overcome with scorn, soon you will meet your end. And now you see your blood is dripping from my hands, a flowing substance so impure but so essential. Consciousness departing you. You will never feel a fucking thing again. I take from you the solitary thing that’s keeping you breathing. Release you to death's embrace. Murder has become my only agenda. Rapturous and eager to drain your vitality. I will draw a bath with your blood. With your blood. Take your place amongst the dead. I’ll turn your flesh a crimson red.
8.
Calculating The Algebra Of Need Adrenaline, a path straight to the earth. Receptors seize impulses, a flash to terminus. Reflection meets the velocity of form. Within seconds I’ll find my retribution. My decision, for me there’s no return. The only thing I leave behind is pain Some things I’ve done, you wouldn’t believe it. Inexcusable, painful and obscene. But I’d do them all again. I won’t know regret, fucking believe it The most direct route, to whatever lay beyond. A doorway to tranquility. I forge my own end Comprehension of what I’ve done, now there’s no one to pick up the pieces. I choose my own death Apprehension has no place in my mind. Consequences derivative of my certainty I did precisely what I felt I had to, return the balance to the world came crashing down, mind nearly caved in. Split decision at the drop of a hat, to correct everything that I knew was wrong has been made right, now I take my leave. The central fallacy of this hypocrisy, we are to blame for it all, because we have let this be, left the cuts to bleed. So now I write myself from this history, paint my ending and show you Some things I’ve done, you wouldn’t believe it. Inexcusable, painful and obscene. But I’d do them all again. I won’t know regret, fucking believe it Adrenaline, a path straight to the earth. Receptors seize impulses, a flash to terminus. My decision, for me there’s no return. The only thing I leave behind is you.
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Instrumental
10.
My God Hates Your God Peering at the sky, answers untethered from all that is real. Formulate ideas from unattainable goals. Abstract and unseen, precise narrative of ambiguous thought. Stripped of authenticity pre-true cognition. I know the truth, the nature of life and existence. I’ll show it all, show it all to you, peerless sacrament. It’s such a prevalent weakness, emphatic terror, so let them choose your ride. Dreams are memories of what’s yet to come. Strike first and make them mine. Sleeping, slipping, dreaming, waking. All within my grasp. I see through you, dreaming your thoughts of repentance. I’ll take it all, take it all from you, misplaced conviction. Look to the sky, seek from within. I know the truth, I’ll take it all from you. Peering at the sky, answers untethered from all that is real. Formulate ideas from unattainable goals. Abstract and unseen, precise narrative of ambiguous thought. Stripped of authenticity pre-true cognition. It’s such a prevalent weakness, emphatic terror, so let them choose your ride. Dreams are memories of what’s yet to come. Strike first and make them mine. Sleeping, slipping, dreaming, waking. All within my grasp. What’s wrong with your life...now?

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released November 7, 2017

Music written by Ryan Porter, Jon Lugdon, and Jamie White
Lyrics written by Ryan St. Laurent and Wesley Delaney
Produced by Ryan Porter, Jon Lugdon, and Evan Sammons
Mixed and Engineered By Evan Sammons
Mastered by Jamie King

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Chaos Machine Bangor, Maine

Chaos Machine is a home grown progressive death thrash band from Bangor Maine. With a focus on originality, and a great live show, they have been rapidly building their fan base since emerging on the scene in 2010. Guitars and vocals alike combine the raw edge and power of pure American metal with subtle harmony lines and progressive tendencies, molded into a sound they can call their own. ... more

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