The Blood-Money & The Kinetic Aggregate (Live 75)

Описание: Música generada por IA y editada en Audacity basado en las obras del artista Frik.

The Blood-Money (The Architecture of the Kill)
The Kinetic Aggregate (Matter Over Meaning) (5:38)

Lyrics:

The Blood-Money (The Architecture of the Kill)

In the belly of the concrete beast,
where the gears are slick with red
They’re counting up the profit while
the innocent are bled
The assembly line is screaming,
a chorus of the damned
Life is just a product in the master's greedy hand.

Yo, check the blueprint, it's a factory of fear
They turn the pulse to plastic, year after year
Steel hooks and blueprints, the architecture of the kill
It’s a corporate slaughter, and we’re paying for the bill.

Oh, the meat-grinder of the dollar, the harvest of the bone!
They’ve turned the Earth to iron, and the heart to heavy stone!
Stop the engine!
Break the blade!
Before the light of every living soul begins to fade!

Asphalt veins, the city sucks the marrow from the field
Everything is broken, everything is forced to yield
From the forest to the hook, from the ocean to the cage
It’s the profit-driven murder on a global-scale stage.

Can you hear the spirits?
Can you hear the breath?
In the halls of the industry...
In the cathedral of death!


Oh, the meat-grinder of the dollar,
the harvest of the bone!
They’ve turned the Earth to iron,
and the heart to heavy stone!
Stop the engine!
Break the blade!

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The Kinetic Aggregate (Matter Over Meaning)

Lyrics:

The void is a ghost,
a myth we outgrew
No spirit to fill, just the atoms in view
We accept the machine, the muscle, the bone
Matter is king on this biological throne

Matter over meaning, the algorithm’s hand
A hypertrophied brush in a biological land
We don't bow to the code, we operate the tool
Logic is the master, force is the rule!

Against your cohesion, your "order" of fear
The tension of conflict is all that is real
Art is the torque, the strike and the strain
Not a lukewarm consensus to soften the pain

The body is the axis, the weight of the iron
Truth in the impact, the roar of the lion
Resist the transcendent, embrace the cold oil
The wisdom of impact, the sweat and the toil!

Zero anthropocentrism, the center is gone
Data in motion from dusk until dawn
If the tech overtakes us,
don't call it a fall It's technical triumph,
the rise of it all

Matter over meaning,
the algorithm’s hand
A hypertrophied brush in a biological land
We don't bow to the code,
we operate the tool
Logic is the master, force is the rule!