Empyrean by Hypermass

Lyrically, the album is a study in misanthropy and extremist thought.
There is a rising scent of alienation festering on the fringes of contemporary culture. A restlessness, brewing like a phantom itch on a severed limb.
We stand at the end of an age defined by its conscious deathwish for our self-constructed deities, and an unconscious effort to replace them with nothing.
Still unable to suppress our instinct for communion, we erect statues in celebration of any momentary, passing fixation. Sick of the sight of brick and mortar we tear down our walls, only to put new ones in their place as we grow sick of the sight of whatever lies beyond them.

Without a unifying guiding compass - lost somewhere among the aisles of bargain bin scripture and bumper sticker philosophy - there will come a time when appetite for rebellion will have lost the features to distinguish it from a primal thirst for mere catharsis.
There will be those whose thirst would tame an ocean.

As seasons pass, the harvest will reveal the nature of the alien seeds we’ve forced upon the soil. And the cages we’ve built will burst with the monsters we foster

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