III
by The Cassandra Dilemma
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Intro
02:02
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Damned
01:14
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It's been determined that you shall be damned for your eternity.
Not fate, nor devised.
Just circumstantial luck that offers nothing more than what your dollar can buy.
They'd let us starve, then feed us to the wolves.
They'd take us for anything and everything sooner than lose control.
These conditions are worsening as the tears well in your eyes and I can't just stand by.
I'll tie this noose just right.
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Sole
03:59
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There is no unity, sanctity can't be found in others.
There is self and seeking out your most important of endeavors.
If your faith lies in traditions of tradition you're not with the times and your mind has reserved itself to the status quo, which is fine.
But as for myself I'm drawing the line
Yeah, I'm drawing the line.
I'd tried it before and I didn't again, but a patterns emerged and I'm calling it in.
It hurts me to my core to have waken up and realized that I'd been wasting my time.
How it was.
I'm so fucking sick of hearing it how it was.
Nothings changed.
Live in the past, I couldn't care less.
Somewhere in the dust I'd lost my world view.
In its place things are written as they come.
Learn the lessons from the damage that's been done.
Self-worth is the take away, a wreckage no longer plagued.
The deception has been put to rest without the effort to repress.
Mend what's torn, the line has been drawn.
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22
06:52
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Don't act like you've never been imperfect before.
We wear our scars to remind ourselves.
This life is flawed as is the case of everything we claim to know.
To breathe the gift of life you must be sentenced to die.
The perfect clause to keep the gears in motion.
Bliss in ignorance at the helm.
The need for more driving forward our condition.
Blood from a stone.
Scratch the surface of the unknown.
Questions serve more purpose unanswered.
In pursuit of knowledge we'd unearthed something far more sinister: the wheels that turn have set course for extinction.
The snare has been stepped and its teeth are ripping through flesh and bone.
Contradictory points could be made but it's safe to say we're all fucking doomed.
Walk towards the light and enjoy the view, it's the bigger picture emerging: a world without you.
This subconscious intent is shrouded in malevolence.
Existence runs at a deficit.
Expose the difference between nature and negligence.
By design we are pestilence.
This is not a test, this is coincidence in a cruel fucking sense.
Things aren't as black in white with everything now in sight.
The fever won't break and the abortion didn't take.
Sent to destroy and destroy with ease.
You are just a fucking disease.
Our failures are the spawn of good intention.
Cast down the notion, there will be no redemption.
Burn.
Is it so hard to believe that a match struck would ignite an ocean of gasoline?
Your precious dreams are the nightmares of more deserving things.
Destroyer of worlds.
Larcenist of all that's pure.
Legions that breed faster than fire erupts tend to be the type sent to disrupt.
The flames roll through.
The bigger picture in plain view: a world without you.
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Some Scars
03:25
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Never in a thousand years could this have been predicted.
The loss of unison, the decay of seclusion and baring witness to a life's conclusion is a strange set of events to make you feel human.
Take the good with the bad, it's all you've got not what you'd had.
Life roots in death as sorrow couples neglect.
The silver lining exposed is that you actually have control.
Forget the world you knew, do more than just get through.
Out with the old and in with the new.
A better life begins with an admission.
We'd been doing it wrong all the while, all along.
Some scars heal beautifully, some stains just won't come out.
Cast no doubt.
Set aside the shame, the remaining of composure shows all you've gained. Some scars heal beautifully, some scars are calling your name.
Rekindled from ashes, all life begins in a casket.
Some scars hold regret, some absolve you of your dread.
Some scars breed passion.
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credits
released February 2, 2020
Recorded, mixed by The Cassandra Dilemma
Mastered by Luc Chiasson
www.lucchiasson.com
Recorded, mixed by The Cassandra Dilemma
Mastered by Luc Chiasson
www.lucchiasson.com
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about
The Cassandra Dilemma
Fueled by hatred, spite and coffee.
Basement project based out of Hamilton, Ontario.
discography
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Jul 2021 -
Feb 2020 -
Apr 2019
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