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Mismatch

by Exchanger

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Mismatch part 1: Shapes 10:30
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Have you proven your worth today? To earn access to sustenance Are your numbers high enough? To justify your existence? At night, an army of small hands Fixing the world for the Priest-Kings Their paths should never cross, Growth forbid! Is this the true Invisible Hand? We are told that no one's a slave But you don't have to be owned to be used We are bound by survival To honor deals towards our kind At night, an army of small hands Fixing the world for the Priest-Kings Their paths should never cross, Growth forbid! Is this the true Invisible Hand? A permanent heist You'll have to bail us out, too big to fail Or so we'll let you think High stakes blackmail The cleanest of crimes It worked so many times We'll keep all the gains And you'll take all the risks in our name Another pyramid, another bubbble, The sacred shapes of the modern cult We look down upon our ancestors spilling blood for another sunrise But how many lives were lost in the name of Holy Growth? Don't get me wrong, there are many brands of that same madness The Priest-Kings of the Omnipotent Markets Just had other gods, other nations, and other dogmas A permanent heist You'll have to bail us out, too big to fail Or so we'll let you think High stakes blackmail The cleanest of crimes It worked so many times We'll keep all the gains And you'll take all the risks in our name
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Mismatch part 2: Creatures of Excess 03:37
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The Pleasure at Being the Cause 07:17
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Alienation lurks behind every false promise of freedom Escape the constraints Lest you crumble under the pressure And yet, the path of inaction is just another dead end -A gilded cage is still a cage What makes us play the games we play And stay off the easy way Even if we may lose Just for its own, just for its own sake Why do we traces lines ont he board Draw a shape or, write a word A sotry or a design, or simply art Just for its own sake How did we end up making sounds Lay our voices on the tape Wanting to make you feel Longing to have any effect on the world If any effect counts Destruction's on the list Lulled to sleep by sirens and screams Some ge thigh by laying waste onto any whor esist Under your flag a bunch of thugs Like a lab rat fed by drugs They keep pressing on that switch In love with the fire -A comfy office where your hands are tied Why do we traces lines ont he board Draw a shape or, write a word A sotry or a design, or simply art Just for its own sake How did we end up making sounds Lay our voices on the tape Wanting to make you feel Longing to have any effect
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The Clock 07:18
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Life, fragile systems Surrounded by a hostile world Amidst the chaos Organized matter Like a glitch In the framework Unfold the blueprints Copy,repair the damage Done to the threads Weaving, binding in a new strand So we can carry on Resist the energies Undoing the fabric Of our physical bodies Unfold the blueprints Copy,repair the damage Done to the threads Weaving, binding in a new strand So we can carry on Regeneration I wish it could last eternally Wondering if it's an endless flow To preserve our internal order, We must consume the one on the exterior And so, life surrounding us Feeds upon destruction of our own Everytime the blueprints are read, The folds crack, multiply'ng the flaws Markers are misplaced Pieces of thread escape And with each copy pile up Obstructing the fabric Every fix marks the ticking of the clock and Everytime the blueprints are read, The folds crack, multiply'ng the flaws Markers are misplaced Pieces of thread escape And with each copy pile up Obstructing the fabric Every fix marks the ticking of the clock
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The Ball of the Burning Men 05:42
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Tonight we celebrate, for some maid of the court Will bind herself to man, for the second time, the young tart Tonight we humiliate, have fun, eat well, be drunk, make noise As the tradition dictates, for the twice wed goose The king rules surrounded by fools They came to the feast in the guise of a beast Madness reigns as they’re bound in chains Let the dames shield you from the flames It’s the Ball of the Burning Men! The almighty Church frowns upon these pagan rites They might be kingmakers but did they really think they could change our ways ? We will pray to the One God and chant with the priests at dawn But we’ll still dance past the noon and sing the old tunes Lights out, foul creatures burst into the room so suddenly Some lesser count devised this brilliant surprise Exotic monsters to amuse, really the king’s bunch in disguise Covered in pitch and feathers, which come alight so easily And so the guessing game begins, among them hides our king Under which of these grotesque suits is our crown? His brother in the crowd can’t wait to find out Can’t help himself to break the one rule - No fire inside! For lack of light he grabs a flame - No. Fire. Inside!! No! The king rules surrounded by fools They came to the feast in the guise of a beast Madness reigns as they’re bound in chains Let the dames shield you from the flames The king rules surrounded by fools They came to the feast in the guise of a beast Madness reigns as they’re bound in chains Let the dames shield you from the flames It’s the Ball of the Burning Men!
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Fictions 06:04
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The oldest writings Are neither tales or legends The oldest writings Are rather laws and ledgers Heaven and hell, Mythical places Conjured to fulfill our desire for justice -Eclipse our own powerlessness If a disaster is a call to reality We must admit that a fair society Is a collective fiction The notion of justice, A common narrative to cast away distrust and fear Jewels only carry their price Because we willed them so dear The same holds for these thin pieces of paper We also put our faith in If a disaster is a call to reality We must admit that a fair society Is a collective fiction And with every written word We try to shape a better world Tragically, every new page is a fight Against those who mistake Paper and ink For carved in stone Those who would cling to archaic codes Those who would erase it all To write themselves as the heroes If a disaster is a call to reality We must admit that a fair society Is a collective fiction And with every written word We try to shape a better world
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In the Narrow Passageways 05:07
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Mismatch part3: Passengers 09:23
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I'm a passenger Bracing for impact I can see the danger But there's no way to act Except bracing for impact I keep hearing that knowledge is power Yet leaders are those who choose to ignore Waves growing Tempest rising I'm tumbling Grip is slipping The sharper I see the world Looking from the sideline The more I'm by fear controlled Grasping for a lifeline The needles of empathy Biting away at my sanity Which one will be drowned forst? Will you embrace the discomfort of truth? And wheather the storm? Or shy away from self-inflicted awaresness? I'm a passenger Bracing for impact I can see the danger But there's no way to act I'm a passenger Bracing for impact I can see the danger But there's no way to act

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released July 11, 2023

Composition, programming, performance, recording, production and artwork: Nicolas Martin

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Exchanger Amsterdam, Netherlands

A one man prog metal project based in the area of Amsterdam. What I can't play I program, and what I can't program I play.

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