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time's translation is simple machinery
to dilute then drown momentum
plug me in and grind me out
from this first world to all thirds
the ruins the opulent are what's left for the "savage"
this translation is simple machinery
to shape and empower momentum
but where did you get that smile on your face?
did you buy it from the hand that sold you the coffin?
even if i pried open your heart for a minute
we'll both know it will prove nothing
what could happen without a lifetime on our knees?
this is the price we par for wanting more for ourselves
bring on the blood

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from STERILE THOUGHTS FROM A FIRST WORLD, released June 1, 2005

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Ethospine Noise Riverside, California

ETHOSPINE NOISE is a DIY project that spawned form disappointment and disgust. Since 2001 we’ve recycled our direction into enthusiasm and appreciation through a collection of music with friends. Thanks for listening.

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