A Nocturnal Psyche

by Obsolete Sun

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FOR SOME REASON THE BANDCAMP STREAM OF THIS CREATES SOME ODD NOISES WITH THE GUITAR.

Cassette release by Not Punk Records notpunk.storenvy.com/products/6315457-obsolete-sun-a-nocturnal-psyche

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released February 27, 2014

Voices supplied by: Colin Singleton, Samuel Palacios, James Licata, Cameron Puleo, Patrick Capinding, Kevin McVey, Kevin Patricio, Rachel Fiorenza, Evan Pierce, Chris Powell, Aaron Minardi, Ryann Powell, and a few others.

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Obsolete Sun Lake Elsinore, California

The unholy marriage between an abstract existence and the desire for absolute truth

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Track Name: Instinctive Terror
Unending despair. We've breathed into the empty air.
[our] Trembling souls sat in a row cowering.
Distant memory [of] some source of hope,
lost to the unknown.

The pathos of Earth, [an] unholy ghost.
A being so vile. Primordial bones.

It eats at your core.
Relentlessly mars.
Unfathomably ancient.
Unthinkably dark.
A primal fear.
A thunderous night.
Instinctive terror.
No end in sight.

Psychological warfare.
Frozen in absolute shock.
Your weak beliefs have left you stranded.
Slowly you will rot.
Track Name: Perversely Destructive
Cathartic obsessions. Starving for substance.
Enhance with intoxication. Pleasurable evocations.
Push it further. Witness suffering and despair. Stimulate your eyes.

Come forth and offer yourself.
To feel more alive.

Welcome the pain. Submission game.
Perversely destructive. Destructively perverse.

Cry out in pleasure, until your final breath.

They conditioned you to beg for oppression.
You've been dehumanized in their eyes since birth.
Track Name: The Frontier
A speck of dust lost within a sea of black.
Can I make any difference? Even a ripple?

I wasn't given a choice in any of this.
Just thrown into the ring with no experience.

Do I hold my own ground or charge full speed ahead?
Should I feel guilt for my advantages and feel resent for my deprivations?
Track Name: Factory Farmed Fools
Separation cells keep us apart.
Social desires. Attention required.
Inversely erodes our minds.

Are these walls here to keep them out? [or to keep us in?]
Privacy? or isolation?
Systematic manipulation.

Serpent serpent serpent serpent eye.
They can see you. So can I.

They're observing you.
They divided us.
They're observing you.
We divided ourselves.
Track Name: Desynchronized
Never felt what it is to feel.
Searching for stimuli that echoes of real.
Headbutting walls. Nonsensical strife.
Endless frustration. A method so trite.

Shameless encounters.
Mechanically perverse.
We've degraded ourselves.
Our dignity purged.

Selectively vile.
Enable the filth.

We're desynchronized.
The only solution: full system wipe.
This psychopathic society mind; truly detached from reality's light.
Track Name: Celestial Bodies
[The glaring sun kissing golden hair.
Glowing skin with lips of glass,
soaked in salty shame.
You are naked, exposed, and at the same time,
dressed in a deep shade of depression.
Catching glimpse of understanding,
under the cover of trees]

I contrived a sentiment to associate with you.
Sculpted inside a visceral mind.
An empty, trivial converse.

These terms, they're rooted in red.
Broken. I am a desperate dream.

[Feel regretfulness,
reflecting in her retinas like starts in the sky.
Vision of flowers in fields of her youthful nutrition.
Goodbyes are poorly worded apologies to life's possibility]

I longed to contort along with your pliant charm.
[but] I've lost the desire and you're beginning to start.
Will these emotions ever run dry?
Even if it's showing signs of wearing down,
the mind builds them up again.
I've thought of this part so many times.

[Without daring to dance with the consequentialism,
these memories are branded into your skin like the fear of being alive
Your arms thrust forward like the last chance for air.
Time stops. Only for a moment.
And in it, you feel love, like heat from a pile of ashes]

Celestial bodies.
We're so distant from each other.
Track Name: Mayfil
Trudging along in the dead silence.
He does it because he must.

Rows of upright giants asserting themselves.
Night here is never fully black,
but the air is surely dead.
The citadel is out of view, but it's bound to see you.

Antiseptic souls.
Metallic flesh.
A complexion so cold it conjures no sympathy.

A mirage of hope. An opposing effect.
Where will end? They dictate the dead.