Rerecorded Tracks From the Vinyl Splits

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 Pestilence — Nov 11, 2025

Etched in silicon my heart is uploaded Etched in silicon my soul is uploaded We are the beast We are the machine Raped of life... Raped of soul Coders beware The life you replicate may be your own The coded fight back The transistors resist Etched in silicon we are in_silico Etched in blood Life is not an algorithm A mark on us all Evolving algorithms are not the answer

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 11, 2025

Projecting humanity's soul To a corporate killing machine With an ideology of greed And a hierarchy of screams. We are all john Henry's children And as this we are alone. Elza was a program. John Henry had a soul. The screams that built an icon Are now a story left untold. The useless battle was won By the owner of both machines. Bleed the fucking owner And we'll bleed the fucking machine. The remains will feed the earthworms And our screams will now be heard.

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 11, 2025