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This track has been masterfully re-mastered by the master of mastering, Big Chocolate. With his expert expertise, he was able to alter the two-month-old recordings to sound as if they were recorded yesterday!
Check out some of these reviews from reviewers:
"It sounds alright, I guess" - Oscar
Wow, there you have it. Don't miss out on this great deal!
lyrics
The most merciful thing in the world is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. The world is a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity.
The anguish of the trepidation of facing reality has rendered humanity in an eternal slumber. We are conscious of only the fact that we are dreaming and fear that we will perish upon awakening.
The anguish of the trepidation of facing reality has rendered human consciousness as not but an eternal slumber. Pathetic.
We are conscious only of the fact that we are dreaming and our terror that our souls will perish when we come to see the truth. Disgusting.
The tide of advancing humanity has altered what once were the laws of ebb and flow. We are superfluous. We are ignorance, personified.
In absolute immanence we must discover the original act by which man is to himself his own nothingness—nihilate. There is no escape from consequent reaction; there is nothing but ignorance, arrogance, decadence, cognitive dissonance. In absolute immanence we must discover the original act by which man is to himself his own nothingness—nihilate.
The waves of anguish have washed away our sanity. Nothingness praised yields nothingness in return. Fear of fear is the cause of stagnation. From the origin we are beasts of inadequacy.
The sleeper has awakened.
The waves of anguish have washed our sanity. Nothingness praised yields nothingness in return. Fear of fear is the cause of stagnation. From the origin we are beasts of inadequacy.
(Inspired by works of Lovecraft, Nietzsche, and Sartre)