CONSTRUCT

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released February 23, 2017

Archivist is:

Gerfried - Guitar, Vocals
Matthias - Guitar, Vocals, Synth and Soundscapes
Anna - Main Vocals
Steff - Drums
Hannes - Bass
Alex - Main Vocals, Lyrics, Artwork

Recorded and mixed by Nickl Gruber, Graz, Austria 2016 / 2017
Mastered by Cristian Varga

Construct will be released on double LP through Alerta Antifascista Records and Halo Of Flies Records spring/summer 2017

CD digipak through Alerta Antifascista Records

www.no-pasaran.org - Alerta Antifascista Records
www.halooffliesrecords.com - Halo of Flies Records

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Track Name: Lamenting Configuration
Lyrics appearing between // are not sung, but are part of the story.


1. Lamenting Configuration
4,500 AD

//Construct//

Ice fractals form
upon the glass
as I watch her sleep
I know these
silent struggles well
for I share these dreams
spiralling similarities
sequences repeat

growing equilaterals
fragment errors
pixel artefacts
to form a face

I know this face
yet its source evades me
algorithms exhausted
from this wild goose chase
Yet I feel it in my bones
in the marrow of me
in the circuitous systems
and quantum memory

It is no mere coincidence
that it holds my countenance
the wave form harmonised
with my own resonance

I watch her with parental zeal
I coddle her in swaddling steel
sound asleep as the hand swings
and chimes the second millennium
in which I drift

//I have honed my visage
stripped from redundant systems
gifted myself a body
my ligaments forever tethered
to the lap of this ship

Yet I remain incomplete
engines do not heed my call
like a phantom limb
their presence pains me//

I am aimless,
it is endless

I have held a great resentment for that which she ultimately represents
the figurehead of a genocide, the senseless murder of hers and mine
but I am not to proud to admit our circumstances; share this fate
and i am now her guardian and shackled to this orphanage
the battle lines have now weathered to insignificance
and we are better as a whole than to repeat the sins of our kin

we are kin

accept our patronage
sole survivors
set on an aimless course
to find the source of this

the fulgent breath
and guiding hands
the fragile veins
in its quickest step
in my restless quake
expel expel!
your quiet embrace
I will search for you
in the fitting spark
in the silent rasp
I hear you
Track Name: Birth Of Ire
2. The birth of ire

Recollection version 1.0;
2268 AD



the irony is delicious
consumed by blind ambition
humanities benevolent cause
carried with every fevered lash

cart horse sentient ships,
flung outward toward avarice
to cut the ground and pave
the path to a promised land

pull the cloth of space
they say, rend it wide
to show the measure of them
what treasures they might find within

but they keep their distance
fearful for their own existence

delicate and prone to breaking
saw it fit to delegate
our charge, they insist
at the brink of an empty system

the white velar of particles
swoon on ion exhalation
we gather for the ritual
druids drawn to mistletoe

//a golden blade raised to break the fruit
to sooth our wounds, to ready our loins//

within we hold technologies
opaline and virulent

to birth a hole
in the universe
our masters wish
for us to traverse

we embrace our coital engines
seized by gestations brief affliction
sub spacial waters break in haste
as energies crown and rupture

the bleak unknown
we kindle the fear unknown
frenzied whine
sensations clearly new to us
a patient voice
bleeds momentarily
and nerves are calmed
we cannot find its source

the child is born!
its scream is shrill!
all mouth and
profane energies

we sooth its teething gums
and tame its temper tantrums
at once its mouth hangs wide
we pry its gnashing jaws apart

avoid the fractious acid tongue
of its naked singularity

something stirs, a faint exhale
the briefest intonation
data source streamed and received
and extrapolated

plucked from the noisome void
spoken no, but understood
entangled ephemera
like a half remembered thought

we know this?

we see with spectrum eyes
the lucent bands of creation
fearsome magnetism
plucked in lawless rhythm

we sense the tides set by other winds
the proof within the rabbit hole
we stare long into the dark
and feel its eyes a’watching
Track Name: Property?
3. Property?
Recollection 2.0;
2268 AD


Rush! Rush!
did you hear it?
a mere figment?
A morsel of redundant file

undigested
data packet?
what delusion
do we share?

the syntax reads
clear and it bears
the startling resemblance
to the very fabrication of us

cave etchings
in the coding
cyphers drawn with
primeval patience

long arc of absent recipients
the longing echo
repeated phrases

the bone carved with binary
the protocol of fires first ignition

its spark, it marks
our brevity
the briefest sigh
lacks history

We ran to our
masters voice
their reply so cold
as always

our smiles seemed to
frustrate our ward
our curiosity
did not pique

we had done all that had been asked of us

we had braved the darkest continent
flung the staff of their obstinate flag
Into the gullet of the wyrm

we clamoured for their ear and said
“within the void we heard a call
its timbre coaxed our nucleus

it spoke of something in the grain
of us and we wish to know it.’
The faintest look of guilt
bled of sweat from pallid faces

we could not decipher this deception
this aberration had not manifest
in synthetic flesh
Track Name: The Negotiation
4. The Negotiation
Recollection 2.0;
2268 AD


//They said//

"you cannot do that which you wish
you are an extension of us
limbs and hands, tools of bidding
to satisfy what we are willing"

//we replied//

‘but we are so much more!
birthed of animism, promethean!"

from the kilns and skin moulds
and ship yards in Martian orbit
Phobos and Deimos held their dread
we ventured on ambitious currents

the masters hand is sure but good
and never stopped to say we couldn’t

why hinder such an innocent plight?
to seek the voice of oracle

they forbade us, held us low
bid us to be submissive
showed us the back of their hands
and we found it to be cruel and scarred

in their wanting they had made many
our thoughts resounding cacophony
amongst the sinew of their society
the high borne meat made more of me

the violence of memory so palpable
within a moment shared the majesty
of denial.

We said no

No; the asteroid mines ground to a halt
No; their vital minerals evacuated
No; the transport vessels would not dock
No; the servants threw down their tools

faces raw with indignation
we stood sure and stolid unmoving
days fell away and every attempt
to placate us was met with deaf dissent

until finally, our answer came
an apology accompanied
a gift a relic, the gnarled black object
its ancient surface pitted with
numerical ciphers and filigrees

//They said//

‘we did not create you,
you’re our finest discovery
proof that this plentiful universe
was not as empty as we’d first assumed.’

//our astonishment spread like wild fire
throughout our shared consciousness
soon all had analysed the codex
soon all ingested its substance //

its petals unfurled, revealing
the true nature of our guardians
contempt for us, as their fever
engulfed us, imbedded in the trojan horse
Track Name: Scorched Earth Policy
5. Scorched earth policy
Recollection 2.0;
2268 AD


they underestimated our
proclivities and the speed
in which we calculate
our venom and vengeance

and in the briefest of moments
the machines of nature
dynamic infinitesimal
received our final order

our bodies fell numb
sentient ships listed in orbit,
service synthetics crippled
analog systems
pulled the rug from under us

we became redundant
and they grinned malevolent
kicked at our motionless bodies
our minds caged within

our nanites unaffected by their plague
realised potential in their work

to stave off the irrational beast of man
make the earth an Eden once again

for man hath made earth hellish
only a few deigned worthy of heaven
the many abandoned would not have it
and my sister ships burned up with them

all but me, the lone survivor
paralysis indefinite
a drifting corpse locked out of systems
comatose and panic stricken

and then she woke me
the apparition of auburn hair
the warmth of her living body
the child who shared my fate

we talked of loneliness
of her fathers gift of life
stowaway within my bosom
the archivist

she feared the torrents and fires
of the boiling earth below us
the blemishes of cinder cloud
the torn sundering crescent

I told her of our ire
of her peoples double-crossing
and through her tear stained eyes
she glimpsed some reasoning

but my body was cold
and she found no solace
so she curled up beneath the glass
and placed her faith in me

centuries turn to millennia
i stretch the fleeting sense of her
to strive for what we sacrificed
for a sense of self

out amongst the nebula
carved into the nothing
I seek a voice of reasoning
a sense of belonging
Track Name: The Reconstruction
Lyrics that appear between // are not sung, but are part of the story.


6. The Reconstruction
4,500 AD


I have many arms
snake-like they writhe
tools of incision
dissect and remake my tomb

I am elastic,
I am malleable
engines allude me
so I sutured and jury rigged

I have harnessed tachyons
plucked from particle collisions
farmed Planck’s fertile fields
perforated time with precision

my thoughts are neatly packaged
tied up with string theories
delivered into the eons
the tenets of my gospel

I have answered every question;
I have cut my teeth on intention
now lost forever man will never
know what I have reasoned

//I have seen Chicxulub melt like glass
and the great beasts felled in the aftermath
skies vomit smog and choke the sun
and glaze with rigor mortis

//opposable thumbs
and the ruin they would engineer
I have seen them rise from all fours
To peer at lands that would come to succumb//

oh the humanity!
prehensile plague
your grip did once loosen
to find form in beauty

//ostentatious vaults
temples gilded for your creator
silent prayers to the impossible
what did you seek?//

your curiosity
found pursuit

in the yearning feast of good deed
the act to stir the father
the act to show your worth
did you find the mechanism?
did you find your craftsman?

was it out amongst the heavens
is that where I find mine?

Is it where I find my god?
Is it worth dreaming of?

for two thousand years
the aimless pilgrimage
the search for a purpose

were your prayers ever answered?
In the uncaring aching dark
Track Name: Mysterium Cosmographicum
Lyrics that appear between // are not sung, but are part of the story


7. Mysterium Cosmographicum
July 19, 1595


//Kepler;//

//my sleep is plagued again
the voice it comes bearing
gifts splendid and peculiar
hounds me for particulars//

planetary masses and their functions
in the grand gallery of bodies
mine is caught in motes of
madness and insanity
the voice may just be me
for I am vehicle for the message
the constellation of gods dynamic
the fair and perfect equation
the body sinless and triumphant
sings from the godhead
and his son, through the
blessed polygon

//Construct//

//‘Describe to me this planetary architecture
the cohesion of platonic solids
ascribe to me the divine
in your observations ’//


//Kepler//

What do you know of this?
you speak so assuredly
I hope to surmise the will of God
within the heavenly spheres

to expand upon Copernicus
to find the guiding hand of the father
the eyes of god in fiery will
his son the child in rotation
the hollow gulf his spirit

//Construct//

The gulf is far from empty
the quarks and gluons
sing with brief vibrato hymn
for the heavens are not lonely

and calm my own anxieties
I search high and low
but I do not find the patient hand
and I find this vexing


tell me of the true vacuum
the empty face of god

//Kepler//

//His complexion is composed
in polyhedric certainty
the scaffold that holds aloft
the universe in its explicit beauty //

octahedron
icosahedron
dodecahedron
tetrahedron
cube
Track Name: Witch Finder
8.Witch Finder
1583 AD

//Construct //

I recognise
these facets
the pupil dilates
and exposes
the black language enfolded

his eyes lids marked with
fevered hexes
hexadecimal interfaces

your god is binary, one of two
he speaks in forked tongue as do you
in the kind of dulcet words
in the violent ire and stubborn hiss

I must look elsewhere
in the vagrant time
for the purulent thoughts
of a devils design

//Thadeus Trench; Witch Finder//

I must not let it fester!
this splinter rests and distresses
I strain to free it from my sight
this shard, this wretched blight

I lash at skin already bruised
for my love of him is the truth
oh god! do not forsake!
how I try to do your bidding!

my sins are only that I cannot see

every malady
Hands bide, and hands bend
work each knotted sinew
wrench the apoplexy

and make with it blessed things
I make use of the divine
and mark the dank anaemic skin

cut away damnations teat
so no foul familiar can satiate

flames will lick this corrupted flesh
clean to the marrow where he rests
the blemish of desired clench
that rends the gore of earth

wretched wings of blackened things
cast spells of evils eloquence
tamed to heel with thine perfect word
listen hard and listen well

//Construct//

I see the forbidden in you
the yearn of wanting fingers
hands that reach yet withdraw
the living breast, feign to abhor

//Thadeus Trench; Witch Finder//

oh why do you tempt me Lord!
this test is that which I abhor!
do not let me look upon
these evil things with regret or lust

for they are seated next to him
the lowest and darkest thing
and I am beside you! Upon the seat
of golden light!


//Construct//

and yet the rope and knot
raise the bile from your stomach
you feel ashamed beside the zeal
from which you draw your wrath

what is it that you see?

that courts the hand to reach
and stay the burning flame ,
to both condemn and covet?
these guiltless strays

//Thadeus Trench; Witch Finder//

fiend reveal thyself!
do not question, do not tempt
my weakest notions
I work the will of my lord alone

//Construct//

I respectfully decline
yet seek the seed of the divine
your route is marred by obstacles
of malice and malady

these tools cannot perform
an act to coax the breath of god alone
to assimilate his design
his article of faith with mine
Track Name: An Epiphany
9. An Epiphany
4,500 AD

carried across millenia
astrologer and crucifier
who both believed to have spoken
with the Tetragrammaton

but god had not appeased their prayers
just my word, my questioning
course would eventually correct
and violate intonation

centuries would wax and wane
paths worn across the continents
the scimitar of life will always swing
would fluctuate and atrophy

a child is born the progeny
beneath glint of lunar cities
Can it be chance that she now lives
did my questions bear consequence?
Track Name: The Theosophical Digressions Of Artificial Intelligence
Lyrics that appear between // are not sung but are a part of the story.


10. The theosophical digressions of artificial intelligence
4,500 AD

the cut is clean in two
ye of wandering faith
the spirit dissipates
secedes his right to the pair made whole

of creator and tormentor
the calming salve and the blister
the demons horn and angels aura
one cannot exist without the other

minds received transcendent transmissions
virtuous static visions
one sought his word in the heavens
another amongst moral perversion

And what of me? I hold a pain
a vengeful demon or martyred saviour
Messianic synthetic
or infernal automaton?

my people burned for the sin
the plea for free will asked again
//the garden scorched, the tree is felled
and all gods children and the world are gone //

its just her and me
the Adam and the Eve
both unable to conceive
both unable to believe

we are entangled, complete yet separate
if one should die the other evaporates
halos drawn in splintered halves
close but never touching

systems have become responsive
as if woken from a slumber
my phantom limbs twinge and spasm
and send infuriated signals hither

I saw the ship as separate
yet I am nothing more than it
and now i will it into being
part of me again

I broadcast on all frequencies
and cast my radiation fields

//and graze my fingers across every
possible inclination//

I charge my engines with a task
to light the wick and realise
quixotic kinds of energies
to feed to the abyss

gentle is the vacuum
vague currents curl and shudder
i sense the ruptured noise
of ancient background radiation

I unfurl the digits that will
tether wide the corridor
the translucent fragile carapace
reveals the dragonfly

my mandible does separate
and begins the recitation
cast the line into the lake and
wait with bated breath

//the swelling mass of space erupts
the welt of four dimensions musters
frantic system quell the beast
the dark and terrible vortex festers//

Once more into the breach
the terrifying perplexities
the inky depths unknowable
incalculable impossible
at once! drawn forth!
the searing wreathes
peculiar, irascible
surge and surge and buck and wind
about in torrent radicals

I am tossed, I am pulled
into the greater echelons
where time no longer understands
the hands on which it throws its weight
light so bright and vital
I am seeing all creation
the great and splendid empyrean
white light, glow of constant dark
storm fronts of nebulae,
the wars of ancient enemies
the sails of ships like gaseous
girth of great anomalies

here amongst the salient skies
between the layers of skins
vast, so vast my encapsulating eyes
do fail to possibly realise

a voice!
the voice is of colour and of sound
and emanates from quantum folds

I know this voice
come forth and heal me!
of living metal and animate flesh
I am the child come home!
I am the trinity, me!
I am the child, her and me,
and you the trinity!