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Embrace Technology

by Mark Plasma

  • Cassette + Digital Album

    Limited edition of 50 professionally dubbed cassette tapes featuring Mark Plasma's debut EP Embrace Technology. Four panel color j-card and professionally dubbed silver cassettes.

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I feel it rise inside of me like a black pulse right from my heart. I built this tunnel for myself, feel it cave in with every step I take. Cut the dead skin away with the white knife! Let the blood rise and dance to the black pulse! Bow your head and give thanks to the white knife! There's more at stake here than you could ever know. I feel it boring through my skull like a white knife from another place. I feel it widen from within, feel the black pulse spread across my face. Jack in! Turn on! Take your first step into the new world.
Humans—how we thought that we could stay! We set our hearts on fire; we want it all. But now the heart's all burned away— replaced our veins with wire; we still want it all. You are an engineer! Build up these circuits inside my bones. You are an engineer! Gotta turn me on and leave me alone. I strapped machinery to my face so my vision's clear—I can see it all. I've got a pocket where I put my brain; I left my body here. I can see it all! You are an engineer! Build up these circuits inside my bones. Not much of me left here; now we're down to skin and there's nobody home.
Owls Aren't 02:11
Her body washed up on the shoreline. Her blood was red and her lips were blue— but when I saw her face, I thought of you... I saw her dying in that train car, a ring of fire on a rusted floor. I want to keep watching—but I want you more. The owls aren't what they seem! No, the owls aren't what they seem. 'Cause demons don't get their kicks from a TV screen. And when I close my eyes to sleep, you're the only one I see. My head was full of blood and lies when I kissed your lips in the dark; I tried, but dead girls kill the spark. I thought of you in a wood-paneled room— the secret passage and the smell of perfume— I think it's time we started watching something new.
Diggit 01:33
There's nothing for you on the surface, nothing fresh about this cool breeze. The dead are clawing, calling you down. Fall down to your knees! You gotta dig—dig deeper. Things get better on the next layer down. Dig deeper. There'll be fresh blood in the next town. It's not enough to just live; you've gotta find something that shakes your bones. The dead walk, they dance in the streets! No! You're not alone.
New Flesh 02:02
Make me your network executive; you could be my masochist shrink. There's nothing like physical stress to make your old flesh think. I got a video— gonna put it in your chest. Got a needle for you— gonna push it through your ear. Got a message for you— gonna leave it in your head. Got a video— long live the new flesh! Get up, get out—it's what you're here for. Your life replaced by video. We're all television casualties, all wired up and ready to go. I got a video— gonna put it in your chest. Got a needle for you— gonna push it through your ear. I've got a gun for you— gonna put it to your head... I got a video— long live the new flesh!
Become Death 01:53
I stared into the heart of woe and bent it to my will. Never thought it could burn me so and the Trinity haunts me still. The atom's heart reveals itself; disclosure comes with pain. We ripped her children from her womb and were repaid with black rain. Now we reach the dawn of a new sun, made by our hands and fed souls to run. Hasten! as the burned men rise; shield your face from the opening sky. Become death! Become death! Become death! Become death!


Social Cancer Records #008
All songs Performed/recorded/mixed by Mark Plasma
Mastered by Andrew McClymont
Spoken audio from "Become Death" by J. Robert Oppenheimer


released July 23, 2014


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