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Subtopia

by Fields of Locust

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I’m a portrait of a fool So beautiful Yet so empty Yet so frail I’m your greatest friend I’m your worst enemy But you will never know I’m the sour taste on your lips I’m the scar you never show I’m those things you won’t let go Those tears you won’t let flow The reflection of all your flaws So you can rid yourself of guilt And find consolation Through your very own regression Through the one-eyed god inside your home I will teach you how to breathe alone All I’m throwing at you are bones And now you’re all that you own And you’ve lost yourself For this is the province of thieves Here you can experience life through the perceptions of others
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Wolves... (free) 06:21
You ‘re running in circles A martyr condemned to live Within limits mundane A fragile dominion Afraid of your shadow No hiding place under the sun A cowardly man With hands in cuffs They ‘re aiming at you Your mind is the target What they fear the most They will embrace it They ‘ll be dressed in sheepskin Look inside the eyes of the wolf A modern god – a savior Sleeves full of wonders The ever fearful druglord The warmonger a threat to society They invade your home They trap you in a box Now they gag and rape you Never leave the keys at the door Now they ‘re here to protect you The choice was yours all along
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No scar will ever show No blood, no fucking bruise Just a pale stain in your mind Face the truth of no healing
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At first you could see the sun smuthered in clouds, vomiting the shapes,the shadows with the presense of the red fire to indicate the event. We were silent watchers of the event taking place but we were astonished by the sight. A dark hand was showing a way as it burst out of the sun. The way the crocodile(reptile) was about to follow. On the other side was the jini,elder,great while the gracefull unicorn was just emerging from the flames. And the sun never seazed to vomit. We could see far,at the aged walls. From white flames were they made, flames that indicated the borders. But they were moving,closing in. they were all moving,all closing in. As time passed we could see the shapes altering. The hand started to fade, the crocodile shifted into a wale. The jiny shaped into a fox staring at us and the unicore finally became a raging bull. The walls were still closing in as you could see everything starting to age and the sun never seazed to vomit. At the time we desited to leave, a last look at the man with wings (who was spectating the scenery.) On the way back at a road clothed with trees we were drifted by the strong air but we laughed,like children playing. Now caged by the brick walls we just look out of the window sad,silent,wishing to fly away like birds...
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Momentary Lapse (free) 09:39
I break and run - worn out, undone A wreckage of a man - what ‘s done is done I’m holding a gun - this is me I’m here because of you Your urban illusions Your vengeful confusions Your violent intrusions This is you Your laws and instructions Your foulest attractions Your moral subtractions This is you
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Fog (free) 14:10
You ‘re blind Blinded by your fog And you think it supports you It seems to support you But it will disappear At the first strong wind

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released June 11, 2011

Recorded/mixed/mastered by Alx Kakaroumpas
Artwork by Ultragrim Dis-sign
Band photo by Diastro Photography

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