by The Conduit

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released 12 December 2014



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The Conduit Orlando, Florida

The Conduit is a heavy progressive metal project designed for listeners who desire detail, proficiency, and captivation. Each song is comprised of sacred geometrical sequences, Fibonacci rhythmic motives, and meticulously head bang-able time signatures. The Conduit is evolving to accommodate its listeners by sharing love, intellectual stimulation, and refined musical ideology. ... more

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Track Name: The Empress
Nocturnal... The nature of the enemy,
the song you sing to resist the chemical interaction,
and mesmerizing state of consciousness that defines
the context in which we fall with broken hearts.
It seems you have been predisposed to self destruct,
and fall apart.

Its who we are, victims to circumstance.
Breeding profound, elitist awareness through farce.

Like love we are unseen.

Breathing this last moment exhibits true appraisal for the nights enchantment.
Track Name: The Archon
Guided by the disembodied empress
Blackened skies veil the war and bloodshed.
The owls conceal that corpses walk the Earth.
These truths revealed in runes the totem warbles.

Make it known... As the owl, seer of truth,
May these winds carry you
before the eyes of the dead,
Your veil has cured the infected...

I cant be saved. There's no escape.
Track Name: Oracular
Gnosis reviled and untold.
Through whisper, symbiotic grimoires restored.
I'm yours, archons of the Earth.

Silver and gold
Labyrinths yonder by mountains of skulls

Bearing riches these corpses once sought
Miasmas of death wont surrender the thought
Nor cease.
Track Name: Transmutation
Traces emanate
encoded within the core.
Abandoned in pursuit of
synthetic aspirations.

A mind renewed
and set still.
Receptive in shape,
archaic at will.

it surrenders to no supreme icon
Freed from the confines of a censured regime
I vow to vanquish and bury you thy god
A rasterized image through machine
is not my truth.

My truth is love and suffering by its manifestation.

Wake me up from the kingdoms that you enchant
with promises designed to evoke avarice.
Infinite qualms of wishing that we're enough,
Determining self worth by perceived affluence

What's my soul worth in cold hard cash mother fucker?

What's it worth in cold hard cash?