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Virgil shows his contempt for the world around him and the insanity is growing.
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Strapped to the gurney and rolling down the hall, Every Other Fate is the band one would hum before the electroshock treatments. As a furious and prosaic math/
Strapped to the gurney and rolling down the hall, Every Other Fate is the band one would hum before the electroshock treatments. As a furious and prosaic math/prog band, Every Other Fate redefines the standards of modern progressive music following the direction of such bands as The Mars Volta, Muse and Coheed and Cambria. Whoopsy Magazine calls this Austin-based quartet "a relentless and disarming emo-math-rock mosaic.
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Genre
Rock • Progressive Rock
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Peak #430
Peak in subgenre #48
Author
Every Other Fate
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Every Other Fate 2005
Uploaded
October 04, 2005
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:04
Story behind the song
it is a concept album that flows in movements along a storyline. it tells the story of man struggling against technology and the quest for meaning and enlightenment. the entire album is a wrenching struggle through emotion and insanity that leads the listener into the unknown of the beyond.
Lyrics
This TV train has collapsed within these halls and caught the world ablaze The electric, wave-hip ephedrine glaze I stare at you for days and days in a daze lost in this translucent haze. Praise the beast we are electrified it pushes us aside with babies' breath and eyes, spreading lies your hypnotic signs, my Lord of the flies, we're Piggies one and all Piggies one and all. If I but had the time to face desire with lust and lust was all that's left to destroy. You have made me my own worst enemy, and I find TV, I find TV, I find TV. Praise the beast we are electrified it pushes us aside with babies' breath and eyes, spreading lies your hypnotic signs, my Lord of the flies, we're Piggies one and all Piggies one and all. It was everywhere I went Just can't escape it Madness and Violence we celebrate you. Fed on advertisements I'm fed on your lies, fed on this nonsense your empty eyes, your empty eyes. And everything is a helpless lacking color, faded from my very vision. And I a permanent fixture, this dusty display, waiting for disposal. There is no clear destination no place to run and hide. The ceiling is my final contemplation. And I am just paper Flying away I am just paper Flying away
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