* * * Does the thrill of taste like copper ? Or are you starting to realize
* * *, Boredom is the most effective instrument of torture, It leaves no trace on the body, but slowly eats away at the soul, replacing memories with the repetitive hum of engines, I wonder: what will remain of us when the melody finally fades? A void within the void?
* * * Bassline, industrial, big beat, ambient hip-hop
* * * Alack! A tragedy most foul! To be "bad order" in the eyes of the world... 'tis the most cruel of fates! To be a vessel cracked beyond the mending, a whose internal gears have ceased their rhythmic dance, leaving naught but a hollow shell for the wind to howl through!
* * * when the tracks lead to nowhere