"Not somuch off the wall as under it after collapse, this is the sound of the future wishing it's the past. Where are we going? Who cares, as long as we get there fast..."
This track emerged out of research into self-harm. I used the Free Loop Sample Pack loops from Hebephrenic, seeking to create a mournful dark ambient feel, which their superb sounds made possible. Research on, interest in and experience of self-harm led to the recording of this piece evoking the world of self-harmers, some of whom have lauded it. It's rare for Datawhore to venture into issue-based collage that isn't sardonic and I hope this is the beginning of a new and more real phase of my work. Credits: Datawhore, Free Loop Sample Pack loops by Hebephrenic.
I want to continue to burn I want to continue to destroy I want to continue anger I want to continue pain I want more confusion I want to fulfill my purpose Until I find out what it is.
I want not to respect you I want to continue resent I cannot remember I am a mystery for the impoverished aspirant pig Will you join me in this slag? Put you head inside my container It's a washing machine that makes you dirty I never said it would fit, it is comfortable I just said it would kill you before death.
We have nothing to fear but fear of myself Oh, we will see some sights Stars made of blood A planet where all they eat is dust It reminds us of us.
Blood, blood, blood, a feast, an epiphany In our veins, our brains We call it unity All so human, all so the same Killing each other, we find ourselves.
There is no need to hide from me I will never find you You don't know where you are I don't care anymore when you find me I am here, I am gone, I am here, I am gone.
You question me to discover my motives. Why would I need a reason for hurting or hating you? It's good enough that I am alive and able to Breathing, beating: it's all the same thing. By the time we've grown into saints The parking lots will all have frozen over.
