1. |
Adapting
00:36
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Internal Monologue
00:19
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Whatever we were, we are certainly not that now.
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Lifeless Life
00:51
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“What is this? What year is it?” There’s no sun. There’s only walls and the relentless hum of fluorescent bulbs. Living out a lifeless life, dying inside. “We want out!” Powerless, there’s no escaping.
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4. |
Shift Work
00:55
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The shock of the switch when the nurses start their shift… Why should we look for the light that causes this? Causes so much pain. Is there salvation in medication? So much hate for our tortured, fightless state. It’s hard to focus. Drug mind wanders. Blurry nightmares taking hold.
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5. |
Poisoned Sand
00:56
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They told us the sand was poisoned and that is how the virus spreads. “Playgrounds are not safe for children.” Fearmongers use paranoia as oppression tools to keep us compliant. Controlled by their fear.
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6. |
Everything Is A Void
00:59
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“Our brain knows what sickness tastes like.” Living in a bed, sweat soaked, with the taste of iron in our mouths. The world outside is dead. Finally joining them. We held on this long for nothing.
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7. |
A Veiled Eye
00:44
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Curtain’s falling like an iron grating, veiled over a clouded lens. A sighted life is out of reach.
Useless hands scraping at the dirt like the beak of a blinded bird.
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8. |
Perfect Ending
00:26
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A door is just an invitation. A state of absolute perfection. Perfect ending.
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9. |
A Loving Act
03:36
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Bequeath the body to use for science. There is only one condition; once it’s used, served its purpose, bathe the body in rose and saline. Now throw it in the trash. A clean break. They won’t get a last request to disappear. Like most flowers in hospitals, patients die forgotten.
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10. |
Purgatory Dust
01:00
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Nothing hurts them? “We can’t die!” Viruses are lurking, killing people. Stupid people.
They all caught it. Now they die. Or if they don’t, they’ll wish they did. Ground into a purgatory dust, a never ending purgatory dust.
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11. |
Virus
01:44
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“I am virus. I am decrepitude. I am virus. I am slow death. I specialize in grotesques, twisting and deforming human bodies. I am decrepitude come to ruin your remaining years. I am slow death.”
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12. |
Purgatory Dust (Finale)
00:27
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Enshrined in iron. Lung gives life. A worthless time spent waiting for them to vacuum up the dust. Never ending purgatory dust.
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13. |
Acres Of Skin
00:30
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Wrapped in gauze, encased in plaster. What once was healthy, left to fester. Partially living meat is a vehicle for disease.
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14. |
Hospital Tile
02:17
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On a sterile enamel surface, existence is easily erased. Now just a mark on cold, clean porcelain. Seeping through the grout, underneath the tile, the history of suffering won’t come out. Come closer. Come and see death.
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15. |
Cog II
01:03
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To the powers that control existence, human life is worthless. We’re used and discarded, treated like human garbage. They’re waiting for the breakdown. We’re fertilizer. We are worth absolutely nothing. Totally expendable. The process of being replaced has begun again.
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16. |
HeLa Cells
00:34
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Their consent is not required when human tissue is obtained from the patient during medical treatment if the “donor’s” identity is removed. …When research lacks humanity.
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17. |
Failure
02:11
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No one can escape disease. It’s raging, relentless. We are out here, hunted. It’s only a matter of time. Covid. Cirrhosis. Cancer. Depression. Heart disease. Hemochromatosis. Dying helpless.
The system in place right now just isn’t working out. Failure. No protection from disease. Useless healthcare system.
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18. |
Survived By...
01:32
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“Something feels wrong. There’s pressure and pain in my chest. I can’t breathe.” What we heard were his final words. A funeral at 45. He should still be alive. “He is survived by his wife, kids, parents, siblings and friend.”
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