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1. CHAPTER I: Destroying the delusional (in all of us).
I am mine
I am mine
I am mine
Man 1: Creo que el tiempo, lo destruye todo, de pronto se me ocurrió.
Man 2: Yo nunca tuve nada.
Richard Dawkins: They teach this to tiny children, at the same time they teach them the terrifying false of a hell, that every baby is born in sin. That would be Adam´s sin by the way, Adam who they themselves now admit never actually existed. Original sin means that from the moment we are born we are wicked corrupt, damned, unless we believe in their god, or unless we fall for the carrot of heaven and the stick of hell. That, ladies and gentlemen is the disgusting theory that leads them to presume that it was godlessness that made Hitler and Stalin the monsters that they were. We are all monsters unless redeemed by jesus, what a revolting, depraved, inhuman theory to base your life on. (Applause)
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2. Transmutación.
No se consumió el tiempo en mis llagas
rezar ya no sirvió sólo me estorbaba
Sonidos perdidos, agudos en gritos,
delirios de mi aura robada...
fingiendo resistir, pidiendo no huir.
Hoy se terminó la rabia heredada
vacíos, putrefacción que mi alma guardaba, no hay nada!
Sonidos perdidos, agudos en gritos
delirios de mi aura robada.
sentidos vencidos cortados por filos
creyendo que nada importaba
fingiendo resistir pidiendo no huir.
(olvidar...pensando)
fingiendo resistir pidiendo no huir!
Mis miedos al descubrirse, mi esencia no habrá de irse...
sonidos perdidos, agudos en gritos
delirios de mi aura robada...
sentidos vencidos cortados por filos
creyendo que nada importaba.
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Feed them to the lions
03:04
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3. Feed them to the lions.
Pat Condell:...nobody likes to be told point blank that their religion is a crock of delusional garbage and a force for delusional evil in the world. That what they call faith is merely fear dressed up as virtue, and that their puerile beliefs are a straightjacket on the whole of humanity." That's bound to put anybody's nose out of joint. So yes, maybe I could show a bit more respect. The only fly in the ointment is, I don't actually feel any respect. I have tried, I really have, and I feel just terrible about it but, it just isn't there. I suppose I could lie to myself and pretend for the sake of people's feelings, because we all know how delicate and tender they can be these days. But, the bold truth is I don't actually care about their feelings at all, not even slightly. And of course I realize that should weigh heavily on my conscience, but luckily my conscience knows when its being bullied and manipulated, so it doesn't care either.
The weakest design lays down on the ground
we breathe the cold air of life, the divine are hanging on the cross while the living
are art.
(children speaking in tongues)
(Televangelist indistinct preaching)
Feed them to the lions
Have I killed jesus?
Have I killed jesus?
Feed them to the lions
Feed them to the lions
Jesus freaks and televangelists.
Feed them to the lions
Feed them to the lions
Feed them to the lions
Feed them all
to the lions.
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Heretic Waltz
03:39
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4. Heretic waltz.
(indistinct preaching by woman and man)
(noises from hell)
preaching woman:... y les maldecía, y les decía acuerdate del día que pasaste por una iglesia cristiana y no quisiste entrar, acuerdate del día que te predicaban y no quisiste escuchar, acuerdate del día que te entregaron un tratado y tu lo tiraste. Y ellos trataban de taparse lo que les quedaba de oidos, y les decian, callate! callate! no me digas más, no quiero saber más, callate!. Pero ellos se gozaban, ellos se deleitaban en su dolor. Continuamos caminando con el señor.
(Baby crying)
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Jose Saenz
05:07
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5. Jose Saenz.
(I was supposed to be good)
This cellar is what I call home
Oh now what the fuck have they done?
my green eyes are being devoured six feet under your bed
wherever I go wherever I am this corpse´s over my shoulders and I can´t save him
Somebody´s at the front door, they´re not like us
they seem to sell a god we´ll never know
(I was supposed to be beautiful)
This desert is what I call home
this shit is fucked, what have they done?
I´ve been around this street before
I´ve been around this block before
JS: (come, come, get me out)
Who killed my friend?
who killed my friend?
father says: "I did"
my heart says I did.
my heart says I did.
(come, come, get me out)
He´s buried under
He´s buried under your house.
JS: (Come on, come get me out)
They say this corpse makes a good scarecrow,
"nothing here goes to waste".
Just get me out of this place
and I will rise again
just get me out while you can
before rats eat my head
"I will rise again and the light of my eyes will burn the sun away, the sun away"
Just get me out of this grave
just get me out
just get me out of this cellar
just get me out
Just get me out of this grave
before they eat my head
just get me out of this cellar
before it is too late.
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6. CHAPTER II: The genealogical monster manifests in dreams.
Interviewer: Tell me in a sentence, who you are.
Manson: Nobody.
(Laughter)
Woman to Peg Entwistle: she said something terrible was gonna happen to one of us, an accident. And that the other one of us would go...oh no! I can´t go, way up there...
Mother Bunny: I am gonna find out one day. Why don´t you tell it?
There have been no calls today. I do not think it will be much longer now.
Show host: Ladies and gentlemen I take great pleasure in introducing to you, the marvel...
Dahmer: I turned around, picked him up and that´s when the nightmare became a reality. It just seemed so bizarre to me this obsession that I had been thinking of, and wanting, just uh, all the parts are there to make it possible, to, make it happen.
Interviewer: what happened then?
(Laughter)
Dahmer: the house was empty, my mother was up in Chippewa falls with her family, and my dad was living in uh, a rented hotel room, due to the divorce and I pretty much handled the place myself. I was drinking a lot during that time, and just uh, I dunno I was looking for something to uh, some way to find some fulfillment, some pleasure, and I acted on my fantasies and that´s where everything went wrong.
Interviewer: this was the summer of 1978 when you took your first victim.
Dahmer: right, once it happened the first time, it just seemed like it had control of my life from there on end.
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7. Framed pictures of strangers and sore spines.
I wanted to destroy everyone who ever lied to me
I wanted to kill myself in front of all the ones who didn´t want me
I wanted to turn your party into a funeral
I wanted to be someone like you for one day
I wanted to steal your clothes and get them dirty
I wanted to come to your gatherings wearing a set of knifes
I wanted to tie everyone up and force them to listen
I wanted to punch you in the face and then kiss your cheek
I wanted to make you see animals as friends who suffer
I wanted you to show me yours without having to show you mine
I wanted you to know it´s never gonna happen
No it´s never gonna happen
I wanted to get on that train and never come back again
I am so sorry that my spine is broken.
I wanted to get on that train and never come back again
I wanted to see every president begging for money on the streets
I wanted to smile for pictures and mean it
I wanted to tear my face apart so you won´t recognize me
I wanted to let you know how mediocre you are
I wanted to quit being one myself
I wanted you to know it´s never gonna happen
No it´s never gonna happen
I wanted it all.
Man: Ya es bastante malo que vendas tu vida despierto por un sueldo mínimo, sino que ahora también tienen tus sueños gratis.
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8. El propósito de la vida de acuerdo a Rand.
Interviewer: Mrs. Rand, what is it all about? What is the purpose of life?
Rand: I would say, that the question itself is improper, it smuggles in wrong answers. The question should be "what is the purpose of your life".
Rand:...and we should spend our lives trying to find it out and then live up to it. There is no such thing as the purpose of life, because life is an end in itself, life is the purpose of life, you should enjoy your life, you should be happy in it, your proper moral obligation is to pursuit the highest form of happiness possible to you.
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9. Púlsar Andromedae.
La fe en mi voz repite cada vivir
en partes refugio la densidad orbitando mares sin fin
labro pinos en marte y el sol nos une pintando lanzas azules
Hecatombes sembramos sin luz carcomeré reflejos renacientes
existen vientos sabios que ascienden fríos al lago
Reconfigura parábolas que constituyen mi libertad
Escupo sal y depuras ciencia que limita tu vuelo.
LUZ!
Reafirma grutas
explorando la sangre
y siempre se tiñe
en el alma angular
invade la vida sin dios
orando y gaia silbando al zion.
Sin la tempestad siento a mi entorno en rectas
devoro halcion, pretendo ser yo quien queme el más allá.
LUZ!
Reafirma grutas
explorando la sangre
y siempre se tiñe
en el alma angular
invade la vida sin dios
orando y gaia silbando al zion.
Toneladas de crimen se adhieren en segundos
confronto las cenizas amorfas
perforo en caminos las hiedras sin fondo
regulando las almas clonadas por el cobre
pergaminos nebulares estructuran recuerdos dimensionales...
Entierro las sombras que regulan las tundras
Entierro las sombras que regulan las tundras
Entierro las sombras que regulan las tundras
Entierro las sombras que regulan las tundras
Letra: Oscar Zapata
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10. This song is a mess but still so am I.
This night is too cold and my own is a prison, I am being erased, slammed against the floor I make no noise
Do you find me attractive? will you make love to me? will you remember my birthdays? Will you miss me when I´m gone?
Will you love no one else but me? Will you be with me forever? What´s forever mean to you?
I sit alone at parties, pretend to be comfortable, hold a drink throughout the night.
You´re only lonely if you have a lot to say and no one wants to hear it.
Do not make fun of my dirty broken rotten disgusting little heart.
Is it love not wanting to die alone?
A post-morten kiss, a post-morten fuck.
what it really means is like, two times the pain, it´s all bottled inside but you can´t get it out, and they, they just get out
but only in dreams, at night, when you´re alone, it´s like having these private ghosts that never go away, they haunt you in your dreams
and no matter what you do or where you go, they´re always with you and you can´t get away, it´s like you´re not really living
like not being awake, it hurts, it, it makes you crazy, it makes you crazy ´cause you don´t know what to do and it´s all wrong.
Loneliness, solitude, isolation
Loneliness, solitude, isolation.
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Vampiro del mare
05:18
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11. Vampiro del Mare.
Mujer en tv: A través de los siglos, la noción de que la vida está envuelta en un sueño, ha sido un tema profundo para los filósofos y poetas. Entonces no tiene sentido que la muerte también esté envuelta en un sueño? Que después de la muerte tu vida consciente continuará en lo que podría llamarse un "cuerpo de sueño"? Sería el mismo cuerpo soñador que experimentas en tu vida diaria de sueño, excepto que en el estado postmortal nunca más podrás despertar, nunca más podrás regresar a tu cuerpo físico...
Aún puedo escuchar tus acordes romperse entre las olas
Imparable marea de suicidio lunar
Jamás olvidaré la música que hicimos en esa expedición que nos llevó hacia el espacio
Millones de constelaciones ahora lloran tu partida, aunque tú estás aquí
y siempre que quieras más canciones crear, no sé si sólo pero siempre estaré aquí recordando a un vampiro del mar.
Tu recuerdo nunca morirá.
Hombre: Hoy el mar se ha derramado sobre mí, y el sol, me ha robado mis sueños, abismo irreversible. Este es el día uno, mira al cielo!
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12. CHAPTER III: Rise of Indigo and dissertations on love.
Ayn Rand: You fall in love with a person because you regard him or her as a value and because they contribute to your personal happiness. Now, you couldn´t fall in love with a person by saying "you mean nothing to me, uh, I don´t care whether you live or die but you need me and therefore I´m in love with you". If someone offered love of that kind, everyone would regard that as a deadly insult. That isn´t love. Therefore romantic love is a selfish emotion. It is the choice of a person as a great value and what you fall in love with, is the same values which you choose, embodied in another person. You fall in love with a person...
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13. Sea of consciousness.
Announcer (about Begotten): A remarkable achievement which draws together the stories of epic literature, the boundaries of poetry and experimental film and breaks all molds furnishing celluloid with new possibilities. These visions of suffering give way to equally impassioned images of rebirth.
I just want to go away
I just want to go away
Atheist: And a soft kiss to me can honestly stop time and space, at times I can be so overwhelmed by the sensation of being alive, that I cry or I laugh or I scream or I just breathe deeply and no, I never once imagined that to be supernatural.
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14. Wake up! There is light outside now.
Therapist: And now that you have seen it all, and you have seen yourself from the outside,
you are ready to be conscious because you will stop sabotaging your own being and then the nightmares will go away
and also your spine will be as good as new, so when I am finished counting down from 3 to 1 you will finally open your eyes and your mind
and be ready to be free. So here we go, 3, 2, 1.
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Declan Berdella Mexico City, Mexico
Guitarrista de las bandas “A Shelter In The Desert” “Fake Designers” “Expedición a las Estrellas” y su proyecto solista.
Compositor en la agencia de producción de música para visuales “Derk Music”.
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