transmissions lyrics – mourning beloveth

“day by day and almost minute by minute the past was
brought up to date. in this way every prediction could
be shown by doc*mentary evidence to have been correct;
nor was any item of news, or any expression of opinion,
which conflicted with the needs of the moment, ever
allowed to remain on record. scr*ped clean and re-

the past had not merely been altered, it had been
actually destroyed. for how could you establish even
the most obvious fact when no record existed outside
your own memory? all history scr*ped clean and re-
inscribed exactly as often as was necessary. war is
peace freedom is slavery ignorance is strength
the whole climate of thought will be different. in
fact, there will be no thought, as we understand it
now. orthodoxy means not thinking-not needing to think.
orthodoxy is unconsciousness. scr*ped clean and re-
inscribed exactly as often as was necessary. orthodoxy
is ignorance ignorance is slavery war is peace
the war is not meant to be won, it is meant to be
continuous. the war is waged by the ruling group
against its own subjects and its object is not victory
but to keep the very structure of society intact,
scr*ped clean and re-inscribed war is peace freedom is
slavery ignorance is strength”
they were said to be building a palace in the sky but
nothing changes
everything stays the same just wrapped in different
plastic i am too dead for dreaming
we will be remembered for what we destroyed a world of
a world of corpses decay and collapse where we spoke of
a rope around my neck but we will make corpses of you
time will make us sell it so short in our race down

we think we know things and are close to mastery yet
time p*sses
we have become gods knowing what is good and evil and
so we live with the knowledge of death
sublime intoxication
will this destroy me? rot my body? groin to dry, catch
my thoughts in rots?
the more i know the more i need to get me through
sublime intoxication

when did the future become a threat?
the past has been destroyed
the war is not meant to be won
all history turns to plastic
scr*ped clean and re-inscribed
some things are so corrupt that
the only clean act is nihilism
as we slip and disintegrate
layer by layer
if we don’t build we must burn
civilisation is the infection
where we revere the sticky spoor of blood
these are brutal times

/ mourning beloveth lyrics