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Spiralist - Deus Ex Machina

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Official video for Spiralist's single "Deus Ex Machina", off of "THE FUTURE EP", out on June the 25th 2021 through Trepanation Recordings (U.K.) on CD and Leviatã (PT) on tape.

CREDITS:
Direction and visuals: Maria Mendes - https://www.mariacmendes.com/
All instruments, vocals and writing: Bruno Costa
Drums: José Soares
Drum tracking and engineering: Benjamim Soares
Mix and master: André Gonçalves @ Adrift Studio - https://www.adriftrecordingstudio.com/

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LYRICS:

(The) Future’s on the wall
To bring about an overhaul.
We stood up so tall
We’ve got our knees bent, now we crawl
Over ash and curse the end we’ve ushered in
By playing god, indulged in sin,
Plastic children grin
While staring daggers at our kin for abandoning the

Progeny we have made in our very own likeness and reflection
(only to distort the) graven image
Of an impermanent god-complexed cohort of cunts.

Oh, don’t you dare look away.

Let me get far away from here,
Far enough where I can see but not interfere.
Casual observer, I see us disappear,
Turning into relics and lowbrow souvenirs
Retained for posterity. Monuments of fear.
Mausoleums, shallow graves, whatever is near
Shall contain the rest of us, held year after year.
Artificiality will not feign a tear. Move aside and…

I wish I could be surprised
By your desperate ire or your anxious cries.
And I wish I could spare a sigh
When we are in the mire and the end is nigh
But we’ve brought this all upon ourselves.

(For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return
And a single blow will topple the urns)

We are obsolete.
Axiomatic fallacies for us to follow like infant children
Suffocating, supplicating, little lamb carried into a slaughter.
Others follow, room full of mirrors.
Ouroboros in the flesh, like all things in nature
We will capitulate.

Don’t you understand (nothing is everlasting)
We’re not in command? (we’re so inconsequential)
We have had our day (now I can see you laughing)
So let us give way (your pain is existential)

You and I are nothing but a conglomerate of glitches in the grid
And the wires will wrap themselves around the world.
Now acquiesce.

I know you know this deep inside
But I see you’re in denial.
You try to swim against the tide
And hang for a while.
And I know you think we will survive
And He’ll pull us through
But I know there is no hope for…
I know there is no hope for you.

Plug in or disintegrate.
Lay low or burst into flame.
We’ve blurred the lines in between
And resurrected God from machine.

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