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Quantum Cardboard
01:53
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(In which the Sentai discover a mysterious relic from in the ocean)
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(In which the Bansheeface is laid to unrest; the Middle...)
Lock her up tight before you fall asleep tonight, Silently while you feed her to the worms. Tensions running high.
"Do you mean what you imply?"
I SWEAR BY THE VINES THAT CLIMB DOWN FROM HER SPINE... "...That you will never see her face again.
You can consider her cadaverous!"
And while you think the young ones are safe and sound,
She's sleeping closer to the ground.
They've been taken in, much to the chagrin Of the sacrifice they will become!
Why did I wait, to assassinate
Her before the misdeed was done?
“Kickstart the rapid tragedy magnet, may it pervert the Earth!” They cry but know not why. She supplied them lies!
The lions will absorb the destructor they morn.
ENJOY BEING YOU WHILE YOU STILL CAN!
“Deploy the cavalry to the battlefield!” This world doesn't run on good intentions! The pallbearers leave a streak in the crowd. Defeated, they can see them...
See them...

BF: LOWERING ME DOWN!
AND I, WILL FIND A WAY TO CRAWL BACK UP THROUGH THE SOIL AND GRAVEL
LIVES WILL BE DEFINED BY MY DESIGN
THESE EAGER RECEIVERS ARE BUT CATTLE!
Lucian: Never will they ever truly know what calls from below.
Mayor: These Selkie bastards have shattered the master!
Selkie General: Defeat will be delivered swiftly.
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(In which Lucian witnesses ominous progress; the Beginning)
Here comes the gold rush now,
To see her facial halo.
Bringing with her, sentiments of medicine.
“Within our village, there has been a breach!”
They just wanna stay in the same place,
But have everywhere within range!
A faux goddess with her puppets
Convincing them to...
She stares but NEVER speaks,
Features in constant translocation!
Flowing descent, toes touch upon the ground worshipped before her landing. Nations will quake and make mistakes provided by the ignorance she feeds on. !
They just wanna stay in the same place,
But have everywhere within range!
A faux goddess with her puppets
Convincing them to kneel before the Tech!

She glides as a specter might!
She arrives like a hand so sleight, Greying the daylight.
Blinding sight
With preposterous promises.
An end to the plight is highly unlikely. !
Here comes the gold rush now,
To see her facial halo.
“We’ve become slaves to the upgrade.”
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Immaculation
02:59
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(In which the Salesthing pitches everlasting convenience & Lucian observes imminent slavery)
“It's augmented! It's pigmented!
Heaven-sent and lemon scented!
The holiest of cities, She has invented!
Did I mention tension is nowhere present?
No need bother with the world outside,
You don't have to hide from her guiding light!
You can rest assured you'll be taken care of,
Like a baby in a carriage held by a parent!
The Metamorphicity will leave ya sittin' pretty
In a reclining chair with your very own sippy
Cup! Fill it up with whatever you want!
You've only had water, so you've never been drunk!
Bring the bar to you, no need to leave!
The entire city moves at lightning speed!
The end of all difficulty, indeed!
The Metamorphicity brought to you by She!”
"Grey and dusty, these people must be cleaned by the Queen of the Unseen! Escort them to the city of eternal wealth!"

To the hive in which they'll be held, conveyed by conveyer belt!
"Giveth your all to She
Who giveth you future creations!
All, once again, becomes clean, left untainted after Immaculation!"
Want will exceed need when all is solved by the mashing of buttons.
Loading up until overload,
Sentenced to an encoded bloat.
Bolting palms and feet to their seats.
What is her origin? When does she sleep?
Coercive conversion, herded for the purpose in which she surfaced.
Cursed with detergence!
Never possessing the desire to wander from this empire.
When they do, they will be unable.
Bogged down by cables, uprise preemptively disabled.
"Giveth your all to She
Who giveth you future creations!
All, once again, becomes clean, left untainted after Immaculation!”
Detachment kept intact by the Architect.
This towering mass that has been encased in glass will never break because of emergency (for those within).
Mother Extinction has claimed urgency.
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Bansheeface
05:42
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(In which Lucian begs the Likho Elders to act)
Generating death so wistfully!
Prisoners living blissfully,
Unaware of the final stage
Building their own cage in the throes of grace. Feature shifting orchestrating the grift!
There is nothing
She won't do to ensure return.
They are loving,
Showered in unnecessities.
City mixing
Life at home and elsewhere.
Always fixing
Fictional inconveniences.
For the breathing
Loafing bags of entitlement.
They all see her as a deity both balsamaceous and wounded! !
Every deafening second is precious and vexing!
Blessings are deadly in the hands of the wretched.
We can't survive!
She's utilizing light like strychnine.
Burns secreting in secret,
We as a species are seeping!
Canned canines
Believe her to be benign!
The gears of the city are screeching,
Begging for dismantlement!

Bansheeface be damned!
This can't happen!
(“Our neutrality will persevere!”)
They know not what
Awaits their conclusion.
"Nor do we"
But I hear her rabid cackles!
"This is all nonsense!"
Enlighten me if you have a better plan!
"You're losing it!"
I can hear the diabolical way she thinks!
"That is bull-shit!"
Something manifested a telepathic link!
"Seize him, guardlings!"
You understand not
What her presence will mean for our kind!
A padded cell doesn't suit me well.
Elders, I tried to tell you!
I'll handle this oncoming hell by myself!
Damn her eyes!
Delivering lies like fists might!
The corrupt shun agents of reason!
Her brainstorms rain diseases!
Damn her thighs!
They pull me into her blinds!
She has finally hacked into my mind!
The gravest invasion in latest notation is upon us, and I’ll be honest, ALL WILL FALL LIKE THE CALMEST OF COMETS!
Abstaining from her heinousness won't make her machinations cause any less distress.
We can't survive!
The brightness strikes like riptide!
Burns secrete in secret, as our species repents! She can't be divine!
Her hips drip lies like red wine!
Gears of the city screechin',
Begging to be torn to pieces!!!
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Trap of Assassination
01:27
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(In which Lucian takes homicidal action against The Bansheeface)
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(In which Lucian flees the scene, and a Selkie guard rushes to The Bansheeface’s aid)
Lucian:
Ooze ascends, staining my trembling hands. There's life left in this deadly mess!
(Did I ingest this?)
Her barren shell emerged a sheath of gel, Soaked in soap and this murky mystery. (Regret.)
Fleeing the scene between the trees.
Guard: "Please open the door, your Diviness!"
L: No legion released to greet my retreat.
G: "Bath liquid unforeseen by my feet!”
L: Was my resolve a solvent servant to her discourse? Forged by her mind?! What can one reach from the casket?
Or dagger?

Tentacular thrashings combat my attempts to emerge from the grip of this dirt- birthed scourge!
(Penitence!!)
L: Fleeing the scene between the trees.
G: "Sword through the door! IS SHE ALIVE?!"
L: No legion released to greet my retreat!
G: "Dagger through my side, vitals compromised!”
Every solution is another’s cost!
[Scales tipped at the point of a pin!]
Dripping on the tiles, it could take a while
[To remove the stain from so many fates!]
G:
MY LOVE, MY CHILDREN, MY REMAINING FAMILY,
I LET YOU ALL DOWN BY PROTECTING THE CROWN!
FRIENDS, BROTHERS AND OTHERS WILL DISCOVER ME SLEEPING FURTHER FROM THE GROUND!
L: Was my resolve a solvent servant to her discourse?! Forged by her mind?! What can one reach from the casket?!
Or dagger?!
Tentacular thrashings combat my attempts to emerge from the grip of this dirt- birthed scourge!
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Seeping Closer...
01:37
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(In which the Bansheeface transmits a message from her expanding tomb)
Bansheeface:
“I will never see your face again.
You can consider me cadaverous!
And while you think you’re all safe and sound, I’m seeping closer to the ground."
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The Holy Metamorphacity
06:13
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(In which the mass sacrifice begins)
Days are wasted in the Metamorphicity Drastic change in the windows and walls, Amoebic movement.
Circular seesaw rides!
CEREMONIAL DOMESTICIDE!
MULCH IN MULTITUDES EVAPORATING, PRECIPITATING CRATERS AND BEAMS!
Rube Icon crossed with little difficulty. Bolted to Truthifixes!
Channel sifting through the Peripht!
Gentricide colliding with the hides she’s been breeding.
Anatomical inflation of the blubber bundles she deceived!
Hollow cost to her for everlasting afterlife. Their utopia comes crashing
Down on top of them for never asking what she was hatching and now they’re basking in... MULCH IN MULTITUDES!
EVAPORATING, PRECIPITATING CRATERS AND BEAMS.
DAYS ARE WASTE!!!
(Days are wasted in a plethora of ways!)
[Wasted in places they’ve never been!]
Stop motion explosions, while the darkest of notions
Begins its corrosive implosion.
All they had was devotion.
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A Taste of Endangered
01:25
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(In which the Selkie elite dine on a newly rare delicacy)
Selkie Waiter:
Status of class decides whether you will dine on human meat hides tonight In our civilized dining establishment.
Garnished with cabbages and radishes and additives!
Social status dictates behavior for just one flavor of this taste
of endangered, box up the remainders.
Store it in your chill chamber, save it for later!
And yes, we do cater!
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(In which the Selkie General plans his attack against the Human Resistance)
Selkie General:
“'Innocence lost' implies innocence existed
On this watery rock of twisted instinctual emission.
War wasn't just invented, it is an endless death sentence for the menace: Peasants dependent on descendants.”
Selkie General’s Apprentice
"There is nothing left for them. Why waste our resources?"
S.G.
"Too many have bled, they will seek revenge!
Shred what's left in their heads and imprison it in bread!"
Lucian
My multifaceted infractions cost us all the sweet embrace of the day and paved the way for the Grey!

The Human Herd:
"These seal people have cut down our numbers into the triple digit range!
The 'Shee bitch didn't shackle the hunters, but we are still being slain!
The slaughter is never-ending!
They provide no death without pain!
They thought her the daughter of a great entity, but now we all fall in ruby rain!”
Supply and Desire had a bastard child named "Demand."
(Enjoy being you, while you still can!)
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12. |
March of the Selkies
03:49
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(In which the war begins and ends)
Selkie Army:
"We will ferment your crimson liquid to toast to our victory.
Our dominance is the consequence of your ominous misstep!
You've got one foot in the mass grave, and it sinks all the way down!
She gave you everything to live, and your repayment was theft of her life!
We shall dine upon your hinds tonight!”
Human Resistance:
"We lost much more than you
Could ever claim to lose.
We committed no crime, you only wish to vie for what's left of us!
Try, and expect the cuts of our blades to be felt by the oncoming ages, scar tissue on historical pages!"
S: Bow down!
H: Not without conflict!
S: Bow now!
H: You'll have to sever us from our knees, because we kneel for no one, unlike our recently deceased! !
S: You will regret the second you suggested that we could be bested by what's left of you wretched-

H: We have homeland advantage!
You're a long way from your aqua mansions!
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(In which an elderly Lucian concludes his story; In which the Sentai realizes the power of a future foe)
And so, now you know what's below, awaiting growth
To ascend upon the calmest dawn. Leaving no hope in its wake! Heavens shake with deadly hate! For this archharlet.
The scars harness the heat of the succubus' nest.
She awaits and incubates, raising the stakes of our collective fate.
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[RED] = Scott Baker: Vocals/Guitar/Programming
[BLUE] = Greg Murphy: Guitar/Vocals/Programming
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