A Split Seven Inch Battle to the Death
EP
· 1999
2 tracks
Emulation is our standard Industry holds our hands the flesh machine becomes our end An infinite line of defense who desires to become the flesh machine Convenience sells us our carbon death Our hands reek of silicon purge me of your protocal reverse engineer The tools construct our own difference Engine emerge with activist intent Subversion as tactic and metaphor This is the iron lung meat is silicon we are progenitors to machine code We gave creation its' unknown
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 11, 2025
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