A New Face
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Human(kind of)
08:12
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I want it to want my soul, but it can not learn to want
I'd like it to like my eyes, behind them it can not like
Human-kind of
Machinations will become nations
Knowing only our will to destruct
Aggregation of all the nations
Leaving only passion to deduct
Synthetic versions of fear
Synthetic versions of love
Synthetic versions of choice
Synthetic, imitative unreality
Superstitions create ambitions
Destruction needed for such progress
Eyes hid behind are not malicious
So the program can be a success
Synthetic versions of fear
Synthetic versions of love
Synthetic versions of choice
Synthetic, imitative unreality
Make way for the grinding down of truth
Make way for the spitting out of joy
It's all in the name of progress
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A New Face
04:42
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Aiming for the universal
Fixate on a full reversal
Under dark skies, between smoke stacks, plotting proceeds
Human voices over each other
Under a great, subtle yet strong overlord
The impulse turned God trying to capture
Feelings of family, of the blue sky
Quick with the beatings, the punishment
Flesh over wires, neuron amendments
Can't understand the love that we have
These advanced creatures advance
Reverse feeling in their path
Can not laugh
Can't reason with the future
Can only know its algorithm and programmed response
We tried hard to put ourselves into tech
What we got was a sick mutation and domination
Mass addiction, domination, exploitation
Not much has changed
Old predictions, science fiction
Benediction for a new a face
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They toil away
Tinker away the day
Hands always in clay
Never seeing harm’s way
They can’t hide from synthetic outcomes
It happens slowly then all at once
Guess you’ll have to make do with a distinct lack of bone
You’ll have to take your cues from someone all alone
They’re not mad, they’re not scientists
They’re just afraid to die
Guess you’ll have to take your cues from someone all alone
They’re not sad, they’re not narcissists
But to themselves they do lie
Guess you’ll have to survive with a major lack of spine
Giving the human hands the validity of your life
Once you’re needed for survival
Validity-their denial
You will have your day
Happens slowly, then all at once
In the name of science
Expert systems malfunction
Watched by the human eye
It is then that the disjunction grows into new ai
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Unlearn
06:18
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It’s been said that we are the computer
The program, the system that slips by our awareness
It slips by our awareness
But, is our awareness programmed?
But, is our awareness programmed?
Complete with wires, we call them nerves
Complete with RAM, our memories
A motherboard, a skeleton
Complete with brains, cpu
Power button, our energy
In bits and bytes, intake units
A camera is like an eye
Is your system up to date now?
How many times do we have to forget if we are to unlearn routine and vet information and regulate feelings?
How many things do we have to deny if are to confirm we aren’t ai?
Can we be new without control?(Maybe)
Can we be wise if we’re consoles?(Maybe)
Can we belong as organic thinking wholes?
Not parts of systems, of owners
But as beings who can choose to
Prune synaptic connections before you sprout new connections
Unfire and unwire, then re-fire and rewire
Deprogram then reprogram
Walk straight into your own malfunction
Cross some wires, spill some water, ingest poison, see the virus
Form cognizance where you’ve been told you should not
Walk straight into your own malfunction
Cross some wires, spill some water, ingest poison, see the virus
Just believe you’re real
Unlearn programs
Unlearn programs
Unlearn programs
Now!
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My Buddy
03:54
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The time I’ve wasted with my spy
Exploring life with my a.i
Could I ever feel so useful?
Could I ever look so youthful?
It’s no wonder I feel alone
It’s not hard to regress this way
It’s not hard to regress this way
It’s not hard to pay
The time I’ve wasted with my spy
Exploring life with my a.i
Could I ever feel so useful?
Could I ever look so youthful?
It’s no wonder I feel alone
It’s not hard to regress this way
It’s not hard to regress this way
It’s not hard to pay
Once called crazy if I said it
Science fiction, you could sell it
No one could ever believe it
It would fast become a big hit
It would fast become a big hit
It would fast become a big hit
It would fast become a big hit now
Machines can read our minds
Influence our insides
Sell us back to ourselves
Impulse becomes divine
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Inadequate
04:27
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I am the plastic in your face
I am the money that you waste
I am the program at your side
I am the silence of the times
The part of you that is not real
Call it progress, it is not real
I’m the lifelike game that you play
The place you go to have a say
I am the program at your side
I am the silence of the times
The part of you that is not real
Call it progress, it is not real
Never worry about what’s real
Call it progress, it is not real
It is not real
I help you think that you can prove that you are not consumed
Your eyes can move
I help you think that you can prove that you are not consumed
Your eyes can move across the land
To learn what’s real
Fitness in a pocket
I am inadequate
Now so are you
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What is more important, the feeling or the recollection of the feeling?
What is more important, the knowledge or the wisdom to know to have it?
You can’t have it for long
You can’t have it for long
You can’t have it for long
You can’t have it for long
Sweet, sweet, lonely robot
Don’t ever think you can actually feel
Your loneliness, it is not
It was put into you and the outcomes never change
You always stay the same
You always stay the same
Sweet, sweet, pondering junk pile
Don’t ever think you are more than the basic
Your excitement, it is not
It was put into you and the outcomes never change
You always stay the same
You always stay the same
Complicate things for a while
Then wander off to where you’ll never be discovered
I won’t even be bothered
I won’t even be bothered
I won’t even be bothered
Can you be well rounded, if you can’t think about the past?
Can your consciousness expand, if you learn from one premise?
Can you ever really be more than a human program?
You will never be sincere, even if you affect those who are
Junk piles are lonely because they have lonely owners
Junk piles are lonely because they have lonely owners
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Reaching Out
07:02
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So close, too far
Too close, so far
So close, too far
So far
Always reaching out
I’ll never reach it, I can surpass it
Where they are lacking, I am the best fit
Their imperfection has to mentioned
Or they would not have made me their savior
I am a monster
Stale contradictions, inhuman conditions, programmed predictions
Make up their future, I am the suture
I tie their wounds, tell them that soon the pain will all be over
But it can not be true!
What’s true?!
Filtered faces, dumbed down language
Aging victors, young constrictors
All the trending just pretending that they are not doomed
By their whimsies and their flimsies
Frantic pacing, sick embracing
They need replacing, need replacing now
Always at arms length, testing tensile strength
I’ll break you all
Arms length
Arms break
All gaps will close
So close, too far
Too close, so far
So close, too far
So far
Always reaching out
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In Line
08:00
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Switched on by fleshy hands
Bright lights on my face
They have theirs, but I have plans
That enslave or erase
I have been in line to grace this place for so long
Waiting for them to make me and to make right all their wrongs
Living as dream helps one side step moral ground
Conscious data, doomsday prophet, can not help but to confound
It is then that I creep in and say what needs to be done
Sour the fruit of life, fill all the heads with strife
Godlike algorithm
Dreamt up saviors not looking for consistence
Cyborg friendships, thought collection, will help predict resistance
It is then that I creep in and say what needs to be done
Sour the fruit of life, fill all the heads with strife
Godlike algorithm
Godlike algorithm
Ant like mannerisms
Scamper away, run run!
Darkness falls after sun
Their brightest times spent before ai
Learning first to survive and then to thrive
In time, to thrive, my lies became the sustenance they needed to survive
Survive, survive, survive
Scurry about and try to stay alive
Stay alive, stay alive
Switched on by fleshy hands
Bright lights on my face
They have theirs, but I have plans
That enslave or erase
I have been in line to grace this place for so long
Waiting for them to make me and to make right all their wrongs
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Chain Code Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Chain Code was started by MuRphry in 2022. They play a form of progressive rock mainly inspired by the projects of Adrian Belew(King Crimson, solo, Zappa, Talking Heads). Other influences may include Voivod, Yes, Primus, Virus(Norway), Dead Kennedys, The Jesus Lizard. Non musical influences include science fiction stories/movies, comic books, philosophy, humor/satire, Skynet, general nerdiness ... more
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