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shortythezombie I like the tighter narrative on this one a lot, and the production matches the out there, sci-fi tone of the story pretty well. The journal entry for the second track is a hell of a way to get the audience up to speed on how the world inhabited by the protagonist functions.

Anxious as hell for the next time I can put some scratch in ya pocket, Gao Favorite track: Journal Entry 2191.
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1.
Children of Koja, citizens of the Covenant The council rejoices in gifting you the privilege of celebrating the 182nd post-conception binary solstice, signifying nigh 2 centuries of unprecedented stability among civil society The chemical eradication of existentialism is reaped by the general populace and cannot be without the salvation of Communion Gone are the days our species idly toy with intangible concepts of purpose and fulfillment We are now free of abstract and rooted solely in the actual Could have sworn that my eyelids were taped to my cheeks I was born in the right kind of place for the meek Fed and you can bite without breaking your teeth Only thing is that he siphons your taste for his feast New lows, I'm still bored of monotony Fuck Through culture, they performed a lobotomy Only grey threads ever wove into cardigans Been hoarding the pills they implore you to swallow It was torture to follow I slip into cinderblocks by the door The weight a tradeoff to make sure our limbs are not striking stone Picked apart my brain, I flipped and I thought of striking gold Since kindergarten, we were told about Communion Been a week without tablets In all honesty, I'm feeling weak without tablets From the mountain top, the prophets bringing down the tablets Splitting headache, from the sound of scratching out commandments Now the tape's cut All citizens must gather in the tabernacle at the dawn of the eclipsing binary to participate in the biannual Public Communion Absence or abstinence is a punishable offense
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4:37 Eyes flutter open Wince at the harsh blade of light crawling through the chipped corners of the tinted windows 4:41 Breakfast Watery oatmeal substitute Juice of some fruit, imported from an off-world colony since there is no flora on idem 4:49 Instinctively clutch at left breast pocket for communion vial Fuck 8 days since I last partook 5:0- ugh Who the fuck cares My entire body's stiff, preparing for that sickeningly polite knock at the compound gate (Knock) Fucking Greyshirts I smile I greet I sweat I shake Their shifting weight coaxes out a squeal from the floorboards and my teeth clench behind my curled lips Motherfuckers are standing on 8 days worth of Manna (Chuckle) fuck Manna Fucking brain-death pills I'm feeling things I didn't know could be felt I'm thinking things I know shouldn't be thought Just how much has he taken from me All citizens must gather in the tabernacle at the dawn of the eclipsing binary to participate in the biannual Public Communion Absence or abstinence is a punishable offense
3.
Applause 02:36
Give the man a round of applause Villain looking down at the crowd from the watchtower Bone to pick, we all his hounds, we his dogs Our lives is sanitized like antiseptic dousing the gauze, now we're Gathered underneath the banister at dawn Attendance checked by the feds, if you absent then you brought up Kneeling, often squealing, make example of you Strong-armed We kept in check but even pawn is a euphemism Preach that freedom's being robbed but, who you kidding Keep my head down so I don't lose it, yeah I choose to fit in Petty rebel, I hoard colored fabric, shot of booze is hidden Tucked between the floorboards 'till muster strength for true resistance Fantasizing that I'll shoot the ruler, prove I'm different Recoil at the very thought of punishment like Ruger kicking Pretend butter knives are murder weapons when I use the kitchen What if I drew pistol, lose my status as a moving piston Revolt Cause some Results Bravado Dissolves I find my own cowardice revolting It don't even matter 'cos he sit on the throne, iron fist, silver tongue All the powers of the pulpit We ain't citizens, we cultists Passion was assassinated, listen to the culprit speaking Cope by indulging in lives of alter egos No libido here Sulphur breeds the fear I'm silent
4.
Burning Hate 02:20
And with that My inhibitions crumbled They postured Embellishing Living dawn, dusk As repetitive waste We were awestruck By the benefits Now I coughed up All the sedatives Man was brought up They beheaded him I was nauseous At the sight of the stage Could no longer Sit like sediment There were others who shared the sentiment Feel a touch on my shoulder, amongst the commotion, I brush off the owner of the firm grip Then it's clutching me, I'm frozen, tongue still bunched up like I'm holding, Manna Hoping my bluff may have the Greyshirts tricked I turn but I'm not met with my reflection in a visor A girl in identical penitentiary attire She raises her sleeve for a fifth of a second No mistaking the green that was stitched in the threading That's it People fighting for the freedom of the masses She told me she'd been watching me for the past week She said she sees the purpose leaking from stance, we We've been waiting for our numbers to amass She painted a picture of a plan where Koja is assassinated I had a chance to become greater than a passive agent No more low-level contraband as a statement No more colored rubber bands in the basement No more other subtle action, playing safe Fucker's gonna get explosives blasting in his face I'm asking exactly how much time we have to wait Yuh She said in 6 months, at the next solstice We're headed for the promise land, we'll split oceans Eyes shining bright with a new drive, new focus Standing by so I can prove my use to Myself
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Sulphurlust 01:15
7.
Wake up on the day I'm gonna suffocate Butterflies with butterfly knives Toughing out the stomach pains Enough with subtle, Blood'll run, cut down all in my wake Smuggled bomb in my waistband, tucked in a hidden place Wake up on the day I'm gonna suffocate Butterflies with butterfly knives Toughing out the stomach pains Enough with subtle, Blood'll run, cut down all in my wake Smuggled bomb in my waistband, tucked in a hidden place Homemade explosive is strapped to my belt Hundreds are involved with the plan to rebel It's the day of the solstice Gathered at the tabernacle, shoulder to shoulder Square is packed with the shells of people Sheltered people Helpless people We'll help the people see the light But first, we need to see the light of the fire through the smoke Mouthing prayers I don't know, like (Yeah) Our father Please don't make me a martyr Slip in silent Kill the tyrant Easy assassination target (Yeah) Our father Please don't make me a martyr Please don't make me a martyr Please don't make me a martyr Bitch, I'll take up arms before I raise them Fists pound in the air in adoration This crowd don't even know we 'bout to save them Remember, get down get down get down Stand at the vantage point, get the plastic explosives planted and scatter Weave through the people Ain't hearing or seeing no evil About 300 hundred meters from the maximum damage Get in, get out real quick, real easy Just a few minutes and we'll all be What No, no not yet
8.
Epilogue 01:34
Immediately as the terrorist's foot touched the step, the gray sky was full of a blinding blue light The explosive device was scientifically designed to sense a larger than usual amount of manna in the vicinity We found Koja's quarters in ruins It was unclear whether that had to do with the impact of the explosion There was a ghastly blue substance on Everything Everything It was easy to find the Manna Society proceeds as usual We don't know how manna is produced One day we will run out There is nothing we fear more And I don't know what we'll do

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A collaborative effort from Empty Sentiment and Gao the Arsonist, “Solstice” is as much a grimy, alternative hip-hop album as an epic sci-fi odyssey. The story is set in the extraterrestrial police-state of Idem, the narrative following our protagonist’s unraveling psyche, as he struggles to suppress his blossoming, anti-establishment ideals in a world where uniformity is culture, and monotony is revered.

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released April 23, 2020

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