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Dyatlov

by Jonestown

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J K A m c 8216
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J K A m c 8216 amazing music in my top 3 albums of 2018,, brilliant singer, such amazing elocution, you can hear all the words so clear, rest of band is brilliant to. subject matter is not light but i find it cathartic and lightens my dark days. should be massive but then again I'm a bit extreme. Favorite track: Cut Throat Lane.
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1.
Burn Victim 04:17
This whole world is… Haunted by the ghosts of you and me, faded and ethereal becoming clearer. Absence made our hearts grow colder, perception with the precision of self-loathing, you’d be beautiful if you weren’t so beautiful. From tears to glory then straight back to fucking tears, paint your pretty face, with that same old shade of dick suck red. Sell me your fake cure! A new me, a new you, the same old infection. You burnt me, you burnt me. I burnt you, I burnt you. You burnt me, you burnt me. I burnt you, I burnt all our bridges down! I am my father’s son, you’re not your brother’s keeper, I am my father’s son, you’re not your brother’s keeper, I am my father’s son, you’re not your brother’s keeper, I am my father’s son, you’re not your brother’s keeper! A little death for the living dead, to give myself to you would kill me! So paint your pretty face by numbers, that same old shade of dick suck red. So predictable, you sell me your fake cure! A new me, a new you, a new diagnosis of the same old infection! This whole world is... Haunted, by the ghosts of you and me, distinct and solid, I can see us now in my mind so clearly! Ethanol dolls in monochrome. Assume the position, so we can continue to fuck ourselves properly. A farewell to armistice, we've embraced a world of attrition. I've spent my time grieving for a life that wasn't even worth living. In a house of cards, this prison of my own creation, I waste my time asking why, we all live in trenches. You burnt me, I burnt bridges, You burnt me, I burnt bridges, You burnt me, I burnt bridges, You burnt me, I burnt all our bridges down!
2.
To live is to suffer, survival just the search for some meaning in pain! To die is to be born, the tragic irony that only Death lives! This life is just a shroud, tightly binding around me. Paralysed by my introspection, I beg Death to smile at me. Look my way, I yearn to see your shit eating grin. Weighing up the evidence, I refute all Gods’ benevolence. To live is to suffer, survival just the search for some meaning in pain. To die is to be born, the tragic irony that only Death lives! This life's a blunt force trauma. So I'm a blunt force nihilist. The painful truth, that only Death lives (Death lives). Tearing apart my own veins desperate to find much more than flesh! All my efforts in vain, I beg Death to smile at me. Life is pain, life is a curse disguised as a blessing. His face it runs like wax, sooner or later he will fit your mould. He will carry out the final harvest, as Death forever stalks the land. Look my way, I yearn to see your shit eating grin. Life is pain, life is a curse disguised as a blessing. To live is to suffer, survival just the search for some meaning in pain! To die is to be born, the tragic irony that only Death lives! This life's a blunt force trauma. So I'm a blunt force nihilist. The painful truth, that only Death lives. This life’s a terminal disease and death is freedom. In this internalised apocalypse, Death becomes me!
3.
Novae 04:21
Before you curse my name, first open me up with a plastic knife, climb inside! Now you can think you know me, with an objective view from my insides. You're still addicted to me, I'm still addicted to you (I'm addicted). You're still crying wolf, I'm still laughing at you (I'm laughing). You're still living a lie, I'm still telling the truth (I'm honest). You're still waiting to die, I'm still waiting for you (I'm waiting). In our detritus our own Eden, a world that’s bruised like me and you! You used to defend my name... Have you forgotten why I am, what I am? What we were? Wear my leper skin for a lifetime, now interpret and analyse. Was my affection just revenge? And was all my love just a hate crime? Cut me open and climb inside… Now you know where I come from can you forgive all I wish I wasn't! You're still addicted to me, I'm still addicted to you (I'm addicted). You're still waiting to die, I'm still waiting for you (I'm waiting). In our detritus our new Eden, a world that’s bruised like me and you… Now... Wear my leper skin for a lifetime, interpret and analyse. Was my affection just revenge? And all my love just a hate crime? Come down and swim in the seas of my pain! My little dying star! You'd have me to hold onto, I'd have someone to save… Someone to save me from myself!
4.
Abyss 03:58
How I love the calm before the storm, the quick shallow breaths of anticipation! My mind is a brick wall, eroded by waves of doubt and emotion… Those sweet brief moments, that I was actually living (I once lived). Born into a dead generation, that was preceded by heroes. In the throes of nothingness, I pray for my own condemnation. Without a sense of purpose, my free will demands I cut the binds of existence! Just human fuel for the next epidemic… I stared into the abyss for so long that it stared back into me. Look in my eyes and I promise you, you'll see nothing, there's nothing inside me. Signs and wonders or just shock and awe? If only God (God) could break down the fourth wall and show me something, beyond good and evil. This life, it seems so futile, like some kind of irony. Is there any suffering beyond suffering and the weight of its gravity! Dead meat, 200lbs of condemned flesh… I stared into the abyss for so long that it stared back into me. I have dwelled in the abyss for so long, I've forgotten me. Those sweet brief moments, that I was actually living (I once lived). Born into a dead generation, that was preceded by heroes. Just human fuel in the shadow of the next epidemic, Look in my eyes and you'll see nothing but fear, inside of me! In the throes of nothingness, I pray for my own condemnation. Without a sense of purpose, my free will demands I cut the binds of existence! My body tense, my eyes fixed and focused. My fists clench, fused with the will and love, of my own annihilation! Breath... Ache (in), loathe (out), ache (in), loathe (out).
5.
Dyatlov 05:15
Duality, the conflicted soul of man on the butchers slab! Altruistic or sadistic? The latter were once men but were seduced by power… Power not a means, it is an end, piercing straight through the souls of men (what is a man), what is a man except for a pile of pathetic sordid secrets. Empires of suffering built by Gods and monsters (we are their tools), how long will they profiteer atop the mountains of our dead? False flag bearing jingoists, herded by state sponsored nihilists… A new century, a new world order, secret rulers of the world. War is peace, freedom is slavery, in the pursuit of a brave new world. They control the past, they control the present. He who controls the past, will one day own the future. War is peace, war is peace! Freedom is slavery, slavery! Power not a means, it is an end, piercing through the souls of men, (what is a man), what is a man except for a pile of pathetic sordid secrets. Trans-humanism and narcissism, the new cult of the self (our eyes glazed), unfeeling and virtue signalling, the death of emotional cognitive process. The abandonment of privacy, to show off all our freedoms (imprisoning yourselves), every man, woman and child coerced into cognitive dissonance! Cognitive dissonance (Cognitive, double, dissonance, thinking). Cognitive dissonance (Cognitive, double, dissonance, thinking). Abandon the pursuit of power, one idea can stop the carnage (and end all the pain). They are predators, they surround us, their strength is our ignorance! Power not a means, it is an end, piercing straight through the souls of men (what is a man), what is a man except for a pile of pathetic sordid secrets. Empires of suffering built by Gods and monsters (our ignorance, their strength), how long will they profiteer atop the mountains of our dead? They sold us virtue in killing… Victory in death, honour in murder! The symbiosis of pain and propaganda… Pain!
6.
Zimbardo… Milgrams! Open up, the archives of pain, repeat the same mistakes that have been made. Hammer in the screws and screw in the nails! Blood alone, oils the wheels… A species congregated on the second throne. The nature of power, the warning, Cicero! Prime time engineers of our own extinction, child like they get our undivided attention. One last setting sun, one more turn of the carousel. One more chance, to prove causality wrong, the road to hell, paved with good intentions, dystopias, of our own invention! Mystery, Babylon the great! Mother of prostitutes, abominations of the Earth! She lay before the continents, the woman with seven heads. She presented herself to man and man revealed his nature... Animals, who dreamt of being men, abandon all hope, worship sensation. Animals, who dreamt of being men… Autonomy, bleeds from our veins! The future, slips through our fingers. Animals, who dreamt of being men, we men, who were animals! One last setting sun, one more grain in the hourglass, one more chance to prove Nietzsche wrong! The road to hell, paved by the ghosts of Europe, utopias of the liberal imagination. Liberty, America the brave! Home of the endless seas, the harbinger of the end! She lay before the continents, the woman with seven heads. She presented herself to man and man revealed his nature… Mystery, Babylon our queen of queens! All hail! Mystery, liberty! All hail (America the brave), Babylon our queen of queens!
7.
The Devil is God in the eyes of the wicked... The wanton destruction perpetuated by the books of peace! Ideologies that forced us all, upon the killing floor! Meat wagons are rolling out, fuelled by the holy words of hate. We consecrate our world, an abattoir. Death is life in the eyes of the righteous... One last giant leap for mankind, off the edge of the world (edge of the world). Embrace the end of history as a thousand suns engulf this world. Where they start by burning books, they will end by burning people... Spectres of Eurasia, can be seen all across the world! We sacrifice our agency, to destroy ourselves. The divine a sadist, mankind a masochist. these painful lessons, we will never learn. God must die, so we can live. God must die, so we can live. God must die, so we can live. God gave man the Judas kiss. The blind can see in the minds of the faithful... One last giant leap for mankind, off the edge of the world (edge of the world). Embrace the end of history as a thousand suns engulf this world. Applauding and sleepwalking, we follow our good shepherd off the face of the Earth! We all live in Jonestown (Jonestown), the night sky is white in this black September. We all drank the Kool-Aid and followed our good shepherd off the edge of the Earth... Now… One last giant leap for mankind, off the edge of the world (edge of the world). Embrace the end of history as a thousand suns engulf this world. The fertility of tyrants, the fire which forever burns (it always burns)… Misanthropic man made Gods, will consume this world!
8.
All scorched Earth, the horror she ate well today! Consumed by grey, my narcotic dreamscape, a silhouette of suicide, echoes shared pain. The ghost of a wooden man… A bitter taste! All we’ve got is chemical, inject the concrete sky. Suspended dreams, suspend the escape. Reassured by sirens, that we're not safe, overdose on a class A decay, we cry ourselves awake! Overdose on a class A decay, we cry ourselves awake. Home was the feeding place, of the animals. There was a feeding frenzy… Stench of abuse, the horror fills my lungs. It takes me back to where I grew up. My world, was a funeral. My life still haunted by the same old ghosts! Still haunted, by the same old ghosts (ghosts). Still haunted, by the same old ghosts (ghosts). On cut throat lane, where we all grew up, inside, the horror she still drones on. Post war dream, just another nightmare, children of decay, cry yourselves awake! On cut throat lane, where we all grew up, inside the horror she still drones on. Post war dream, just another nightmare, children of decay, cry yourselves awake!
9.
Born violence! Wall to wall in a haze of apathy! Dreams of kindness on the chopping board of childhood. Mother of violence, she's welcomed on every continent. Role model, centurion, your average neighbourhood psycho! A weak man lives his life a pathetic shroud of secrets (of secret desires). He carves my terminal existence from his flesh and bone (in sordid isolation). To satisfy his urge, I loosen my grip on childhood (gorging on my body). Becoming a God yet still the scattered fragments of a man! Holding my breath, in this pregnant darkness. Holding my breath, I'm losing consciousness. The blade she sings to me, so soft against my ears. She reassures me that her touch can take the pain away. No shame, its all been abandoned (all hope is abandoned), so I dance with the masochists and embrace all my history. Get fucked by the sadists and swallow the bitterness (embody the bitterness), down, down, down and down (we all fall down). Holding my breath, in this pregnant darkness. Holding my breath, I'm losing consciousness. Negating existence, I fall from a great height. Turbulence and vertigo as I ride upon the wings of freedom! Surrounded by nothingness and bleeding out, I crashed into the ocean. Now baptised in the blackness, I'm regaining consciousness! Desperate and destitute, I see my own reflection (I see you), finally I lay to rest, the dead boy in the bathroom. Mother forgive me, the violence in my heart. I will castrate myself and end this corrupted bloodline! Revenge runs through my veins in your poison blood (it runs cold). You will die one thousand times and still you'll find no peace (there's no peace). Isaac now slays Abraham for the murder in his heart (in his heart). Revenge paramount, my masterpiece, my callous euphoric agony! Bleed pig, bleed pig, bleed pig... Die motherfucker!
10.
The Pass 08:45
Mother! Sweet mother! Why did you give birth to me? I will pull Polaris from the skies and drown her deep inside of me. I, declare war on gravity! I'll eat my own flesh, drink my own blood, lost in the madness of my own nihility! As my body ached with the wounds of one thousand wars (one thousand wars). I witnessed your glass crown slowly begin to fall (begin to fall). Once invulnerable, now in pieces on the floor (on the floor), finally I see that you've also been dying, since the day you were born. You won't see me, you won't know me, I'm never coming home and you won't miss me. You won't see me, you won't hear from me, I'm never coming home and you don't love me. I will pull Polaris from the sky! As I open my eyes for the first time, I can lick my wounds with pride! My fractured soul never faltered, no matter how hard you didn't try. I won't break, I've served my time in hell. You can't break me, I'm marching out of hell! You won't see me, you won't know me, I'm never coming home and you won't miss me. You won't see me, you won't hear from me, I'm never coming home and you don't love me. Underdogs of the world… Rise in me! Illegitimate bastard sons (sons), stand by me (stand by me). We will march out of hell, one day, we will succeed! We all will become, who we (we) were born to be! I still dream… We can’t lose!

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released November 16, 2018

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Jonestown Brighton, UK

We are Jonestown, an exercise in stupidity and the acquisition of dreams sold to us by engaging ourselves in too much TV at an early age. Convinced that we're talented or special, when the painful truth is, we are not special. In the realisation that we are not special we came to find we were angry. Just like us our music is not special but we can assure you it's angry and honest ... more

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