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Love Is Obliteration

by Pandemix

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1.
Playback stop motion decay Living in a freeze frame Playback stop motion decay Living in a freeze frame This is the moment where you see the shattered glass raining down on the street, where you hear the crowd gasp Knowing that they’ll soon quickly return to their days, to their vacantest gaze, the interruption passed This is the moment where I hear footsteps change, notice someone behind me altering their gait And steel myself in case I have to run for cover, is this what I deserve, to always be potential prey. (We all get to live this way) This is the morning where I’m waking up afraid, angry voices, harsh light shining in my face Confused and panic-stricken as I’m moving for the door, all these pigs that I abhor in the shit of my staircase This is the moment where the scavengers descend, lured by the ripe smell of something that’s dying The vulture does what it knows and gorges on the flesh. There’s those who feast on death and the carrion, (We all get to live this way Do upkeep on your house of cards every day) And everyone between falls to one extreme. There is a demon lurking just out of frame He knows me, I think that he’s screaming my name, Saying “do you feel the shame?” Man, everything had to happen this way.
2.
It’s gonna be a Perfect world, banners unfurled, assurances for which you never asked; The next crisis could be the last. Sleight of hand, product in demand, secure in a new digital caste; The next crisis could be the last Militarized police force surveillance state And big tech robber barons, they integrate Identity assembly line just keeps churning Everything is fine; No outcry, don’t bother to ask why, the streets are clear no need for teargas The next crisis could be the last. Stare ahead, don’t clean your own mess, or wipe the shit thats coating your own ass The next crisis could be the last Infrastructure advancements, never walked back This convenience is control, biofeedback Identity assembly line just keeps churning Everything is fine. This crisis could be the last
3.
World war none, history has just begun You were born on the run World war none, these soldiers don’t carry guns You were born on the run World War None Everybody’s wringing hands about what must be done Those on high say there’s no conflict, this is the only way, the ones above will call the shots and down here’s where you stay Your lines are unimportant, just a bit part in the play, but it’s your consent and ignorance that paves the fuckin way. “This is how it’s always been”, “look out for number one”, “same shit different day” You’ve accepted what they need you to believe; age old myths for state of the art death machines. Working hard and keep your nose to the grindstone, so you won’t notice you’re alone; Desperation, when will it be my turn? Isolation, with my lessons unlearned. Everyone in their own little domicile, you learn young that you can’t trust a stranger’s smile And that no one is so strange as those you know, and then you notice you’re alone; And camaraderie has been replaced by doubt, constant competition starts to wear you out Wonder if you can ever work your way up, and make the beatings all worth it. Your life’s a slip of paper that’s passed ‘cross the boss’s desk A number on a spreadsheet, expunged once you’re in the red A minor incongruence on the quarterly report Every single second measuring and comparing your worth Realized much too late the competition wasn’t real Another worker takes your place, they can’t refuse the deal You blame yourself, number your faults, the things that you did wrong The class system continues, and world war none carries on
4.
Exiles 01:30
There’s a song out there just waiting for my voice To give it form, to prop up a worn-out noise There’s a hope buried in the heart of each day That’s beating red, pumping throughout the city’s gray Exiles walk the garden paths alone All smiles, squeezing piss out of a stone When everything I’ve known Shows me that I’m wrong and there’s nothing to find. The longest year’s slow death of my unconscious mind The longest year Betray my fear, make it all seem like child’s play Fuck the song, fuck the hope in the day I’ve seen it done before, it happens all the time The rebels wind up upholding the party line I’ve seen it done before, it’s happened once again They say “better days ahead”, but won’t tell you just when
5.
I’m so excited for the reboot of the remake of a story that once meant something to me! Look at the shimmering characters enshrined on my TV Why can’t I be more like them, who have such agency? Why can’t I be the hero in - my own story? “Did you see who said what last night on the awards show?” “I heard the prince of Britain’s going to abdicate the throne!” How did I accept that rich strangers lives matter more to me than my own? I have grown so bored of all of the people around me Why can’t I tell them to fuck off? They dress so garishly. A star’s life is so glamorous, they can have mine for me! Do you feel unexceptional, like you’re just killing time? Your neighbor has a bigger house and drinks fancier wines The office and the commute and the gym, they can’t disguise The hope that dead celebrities will bring meaning to your life Watch as the colors drain, your world has turned to gray But Bowie died for your sins, so it’s ok Though you may bear the guilt, of a normal fucking life You know that Prince died for your sins, so it’s alright Do you feel someone else has dictated the terms you meet? You’ve been living much too long to think anything comes for free The nightlife and the pastimes and the infidelities The only tears you ever shed are for dead celebrities
6.
You’re gonna scream and stamp your feet, then catalog and file your invective And telegraph your own defeat, I’m gonna get a little more selective cuz You can’t call it freedom if you never really choose it, lopping off toes til the shoe fits I’ve got all the bruises and contusions to prove it, I’m gonna get a little less than lucid; All the punks on the dance floor, Pigs at the trough, pigs at the trough or Little boys just playing war. Yesterday’s failures washed ashore Dredge the fucking lake, for any corpses clothes that you can borrow You’ve got the chills, you’ve got the shakes, you know that you’ll feel even worse tomorrow Cuz you can’t call it freedom and then hide from consequences, chopping off fingers for attention Call it what you want it’s narcissism by consensus, let’s not go getting defensive All the punks on the dance floor Pigs at the trough, pigs at the trough or Psychopaths just planning war Swatting flies with a two-by-four. I’m outed like a treasonist, compromised like a realist Depraved like a hedonist gone off the deep end When the ship has been capsized and all my fears have realized They’re as real as me and the water rushing in Pigs in wolves clothing and bondage gear, dressed to the nines Pigs in rooms that don’t officially exist, plotting war crimes Pigs in every beating heart, in every dying mind Pigs down in the cargo hold, sure that there’s still plenty of time
7.
There will be no foldout spread of the kids in cages, left unread in the pages of a waiting room magazine Dug a hole shallow enough to fit your deepest convictions, aw shit, douse it all in gasoline And watch the fire climb its way through your dreams As people line up to commit crimes of convenience I know the end is coming soon I know, I know, I know it’s the devil’s favorite season If I’m going down then so are you I remembered every thread I ever pulled, unravelling, felt old and exposed without my disguise I stared hard at your face, it rearranged itself smooth and blank, we’re estranged even if its just in my mind That face looked just like mine There will be no pageantry when it all burns down in front of me, oh the sound of cracking bones There will be no poetry when the city slides into the sea, I’ll never be all on my own
8.
The first time I remember that my mother told me to look away, The Columbine Massacre was on the television that day. Looking back on it now, that first crisis seems so distant It’s so unexceptional, this spectacle of routinized violence. The news treated it just like an ad for a Hollywood blockbuster, And I wondered who mopped up the blood? The school janitor? All the death that’s endemic to this nation’s greatness, that never merits a media event, It’s all a part of the same story that’ll never end, And there is this part that’s coming up where the raven kills the dove And talons slide into a neck like a hand meant for a glove. There is this part that will happen just as ordained by god above Where we’re all glorified beasts struggling to weather the flood, Unless we are the chosen two who won’t be made an example of. In his infinite wisdom he’ll show us that obliteration is love.
9.
Walk a barren landscape, enumerating cruelty without provocation Headlines and billboards, all still screaming “love is obliteration” Creatures of habit, always seeking euphoria Reach out and grab it, ever fleeting, euphoria I’ll see your good intentions and raise you one scorched earth policy When humanitarians start talking about “the good of the economy” In the land of the buy two get one free, did obedience give you a sense of security? Fix your hair, raise your champagne glass, yelling (while the poor are under your feet) “Fuck yeah!” Took no notice who pissed in your cup, who profited off every day of your bad luck Your laughter drowns out the sucking sound, you’re laughing while the world burns down
10.
I learned it young, the way of the world, buy and work and breed, get sick then die I’d just begun to see how complex life is when someone tried to simplify; Catholic classrooms where I learned about my sins The cardinal one seemed to be having questions I learned it young, when I was taught about the differences between boys and girls The only one, or so it appeared, left out by the logics that ran their world Everything that seems so normal, seems so common sense What happens when you’re on the other side of that fence? Though the grass may seem greener, it might be fucking dead And the shit they’ve used for fertilizer’s stuffed inside your head Conditioning we can’t escape, the legacies of those displaced Conditioning we can’t escape, the ones who don’t fit in will be erased I learned it better than some, god damn i grieve those friends All the haunted ones, who now squat my home instead They bang on these pipes like ribs desperate to break Creaks where they step, creases in my face I learned it young, the meanings we assign to arbitrary social categories Speak in one tongue, the one that’s defined by those who hold authority Though they can’t shut up about this meritocracy The fix is fucking in and its not difficult to see A new clear day glo back drop to tantalize your eyes But the actors on the stage are all the same shade of white I learned it young, what there is to expect for those who won’t or can’t assimilate Sever the tongues of the heretics, if you won’t be bent to the whims of the state If you can’t be made productive to the ruling class, Benevolent smile barely concealing a laugh They’ll say “we’ve got a place for you, a social safety net” And place you into a lifetime of struggle and of debt I learned it better than some, god damn i grieve those friends All the haunted ones, who now squat my home instead They bang on these pipes like ribs desperate to break There are creaks where they step, the creases in my face Tally the years that pass, the winner gets no prize. Just please keep on pouring until I go cross-eyed And then I can pretend this is the last dead friend, Or this is my last round, or this is the last crisis.

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UK pre-order available from Boss Tuneage.
US pre-order from Dirt Cult coming soon.

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released February 28, 2023

Recorded by Will Killingsworth, Jason Tucker, and Matt Schor.

Mastered by Kris Di Benedetto.

All performances by Pandemix, except additional vocals on "Dead Celebrities" by Ali Donohue and Dan Joseph.

Front and rear cover by Anahit Gulian. Other art by Pandemix.

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