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A Quaint Anatomical Impossibility

by DOCTOR PROFESSOR

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1.
Executrix 03:10
Falling backwards needing sight Resurrecting consciousness opening eyes Eyes opening erecting the rest of the conscience Til I see demise Waiting for nothing to happen Or that’s how it seems Lately everything is happening so fast So fast is everything so fast is everything nothing is too slow Slowly grinding to the breaking point Point break the end good game Life, The game of t’aint it so fun? Breaking to pieces it lays Left to rot and suffer fester and decay Executive order failing It seems at some point you have to rebuild Assemble together all the pieces Burn it down to build it up Bigger greater paradise A simple plan to weed out the frustrating Simple-tons of information We still seem to look away Even thinkers can live in a fantasy Executrickyness failing It seems the purging is nearly complete Executrickyness in mind Profits exploitation leaving a worse demise I shall instill upon them creating all of these puppets of mine Falling forward regain sight The guilt of past actions has shed some light Sweating bullets evidently are on the table Gently ponder why The choices have been made Where shall I leave the piece of mind Perhaps upon the wall
2.
Grounding states and fluctuations The intents remain intent Focus is shrinking small and defined An infinite single point, point of Release, ones that fell from grace Tearing through time and space Transcend the mind with thought This will require to move immobile lies Living under deep veins Source ethereal Create distractions for them Willingly turning every head All the while the center is shrinking Smaller, siphoning dreams and desires Slowly shifting the sharp ends to dull the Wit, the ones who fell from grace Tearing through time and space Transcend the mind with thought (alien) “Greetings from this new place We bestow upon you these generous traits” Betrayed! Once the protector is now enslaved Further progress, is it a race? The human of course it cannot wait Time, of yours to pay Has come at once It releases All shall fall to the glory None shall stand No vengeance, just the opportunity To share, the fate bestowed upon Terra, mined deep to the core Rotting inside Distant relatives unaware Of deeds done past Living in the dead of deep space Isolated, studying natural law The needs of many outweigh the needs of the Few, the ones that fell from grace Tearing through time and space Transcend the mind with thought
3.
Automaton 06:19
Rotting Metal Toxic Smoke Deep in the Scunch Automaton, awoke It’s alive! Glowing eyes on fire Stare! Gears Turn (Doctor’s grumbles) Slowly Grinding Forward Sparking Crystal Fire Slowly Grinding Forward Sparking Crystal Fire Tearing through vines and trees Charging his phaser beams Striking at the heart City power grid Rips doors open he strolls right in Purple lasers fly, neutron cell collapse Siphon life from its crystal core! He searches through his brainwashed mind to the find reason Annihilation of human kind! Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Every second races by to its own end The vision blinds itself by never looking in Giants of old, be our demise, everything burns cold His metal body impervious to your attack He’s done, done it once, he’ll do it again Destroying the human race is his purpose Can’t explain what we see It’s futile to plead or beg instead we bleed Their minds full of fear and shame Rockets blaring so fast The payload set to decimate Fire burning over landscapes, fall to ashes The face of silver in the sky is judging all Man’s fate Mechanical maniacal Mechanical maniacal Automaton will live on The fire burns from his crystal core Mechanical maniacal Mechanical maniacal Automaton will live on Purple fire burning his crystal core This metallic skeleton, with black blood lubrication And the fire! Fire! Burning all who dare cross his path You am burning All who dare The horror Automaton is here!

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The new EP "A Quaint Anatomical Impossibility"
1. Executrix
2. Homo Divinitus
3. Automaton

This is 3 songs of raging bliss; 14 minutes of unadulterated experiment. Turn it on, turn it up, hit repeat - and get your prescription filled. Oh Doctor, we’ll kindly take our next dose now.

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released July 7, 2015

Recorded at Nocturnal Studios by Travis Huff
Written and Performed by DOCTOR PROFESSOR

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DOCTOR PROFESSOR Los Angeles, California

Heavy, Progressive, Techy, Melodic, Discordant, Speedy, Galactic, downright Confusing at times - LA's tastiest new dish fermenting beneath the smog and sunshine... Duncan - Bass, Michael - Guitar, Mike - Guitar, Brad - Vocals

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