The Dividing Line

by Synergic Ire

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'The Dividing Line' is Synergic Ire's second release. Lyrical concepts flow from how mental illnesses were dealt with in early civilizations to the adolescence of an Empath.

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released July 1, 2014

Derek Michael Burgess:
Vocals/Guitar/Bass/Drums/Synths/Samples/Recording/Production

James "Cody" Walker:
Various guitar solos

Logo by Christopher Horst
Album art by Moon Ring Design
Art additions by Derek Michael Burgess
Lyrical overviews by "V"

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Synergic Ire

Hailing from the Appalachian Mountains of Tennessee, Derek Michael Burgess and James "Cody" Walker began Synergic Ire as a project to explore the depths of their musical expression, with no limits on a specific genres or sub-genres. Naturally voicing themselves through mostly abrasive music, the duo's only missions are now to create passionate music and continuing to appease interested listeners. ... more

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Track Name: Psychogenic Necromancy
Murmurs of attachment…

On guard in the witching hours,
an insomnolent king lies weeping in the grips of luxury

Megalomania, dimmed by the twist of sour innards

The smell of her doubt still looms in the air

They came,
exhibiting their best and proudest attire,
viciously howling: “Hersey!"

"Serve and protect me!"
...met with silence (as sub rosa plans unfolded)

They declared her "Queen of the Adversary"

The life of a questioner,
taken by the savage swarm and burnt

Transfixed on the calm voice,
the mournful/grieving ex-king
follows the sound outside of town;
down a path to the burning grounds

There sat the object of adoration,
fanning her breasts

A passionate caress of lips on skin
begets polyrhythmic ecstasy...

…a servant enters!

Finding the dyad,
interconnected;
charred bone and a man,
together

A horrid sight to behold;
the piercing stare of a fallen king

(The dyad, together)

A horrid sight to behold;
the seared skull of the slaughtered queen

No chemical assistance

No sympathy

Only a rope

Only death
Track Name: Butchery Ad Nauseam
Exotic figures, obscured by a thick mist,
hover above the soil

Elegantly through air,
one traces future despair and slowly evaporates

With the traits of an uneasy transition,
(a smile shows when being replaced with static emotion)
blurred vision turns to sobered sight
(as a vulgar vessel springs to life)

"We will blot out your kind,
if you refuse our warning.
Every savage and slothful beast
will become extinct.”

...rings aloud,
even after a strong shake of a swimming head

Through the summer heat and winter cold,
the words replay and weigh lightly on a soiled soul

Same shit, different day
Same shit, different god damn day

A routine rigged by the past
insensitive and callous zeitgeists

Chosen to strip animation by the ruling power
("…because I'm dead inside")

“He hath progressed from a civil youth
to a shell with a thousand yard stare!"

This will continue, until the thirst is quenched

Erase them all; forget they ever happened
The easiest path of all...
Track Name: Metanoic Wake
I would gladly die,
if the last thing I saw was anything;
past these fixed-and-changeless,
blank expressions!

If it's not the worst thing they've seen,
it strikes no chords in their desensitized symphony

Until the last of my days,
I'll sit and wonder if it's just me

I would gladly die,
if the last thing I saw was anything;
past these fixed-and-changeless,
blank expressions!

They reach out for purpose,
only to touch themselves

They reach out for purpose,
only to touch themselves

Is there any one left,
that isn't spitting in the wind?

...is there any one left?

"Judgement is in the veins of the boring beast;
programming you to eliminate what you do not understand..."

Reshape and align
with the new paradigm

Reshape and align
with the new paradigm

The dividing line,
approaching

There is a thin line,
between the catalyst and the fool

(Bathe in the freedom of denial)

"Will all of my problems and inequities
become absent if I don't believe?"

The fruits of bliss taunt the mind,
like milk to child; sacred and divine

(The grass seems so much greener from here)

The buried self has smelt the fear,
but “This is what must be done."

Reshape and align
with the new paradigm

Reshape and align
with the new paradigm
Track Name: Ever Thus, Xenoself
Not for the world, and not for wealth,
would I aid an establishment hell bent on forcing their rule
(on a people so full of pipe dreams)

Face-first in a plate of dismay,
upon my table set for two
...but no one is coming,
they've all been converted
and convinced

A subconscious tumor, bleeding-out brutish tics,
swells and erupts, causing a metamorphosis

...and continues to consume,
until it becomes the all-familiar

It has always been, living deep within,
The Bile of the Mind, quietly biding it's time

It is unlocked from boiling frustration,
and asks potent questions through raping intellect:

"How the fuck can you sit by and stare,
while your fellow humans are being killed-
for stupid reasons, by worthless men,
calling themselves a peaceful government?"

"How the fuck can I sit by and stare,
while we are being completely slaughtered?
Am I just as guilty as the next?
Am I one of the sheep wasting my time?"

"Imagine a world; imagine a world, full of tranquillity.

I serve no purpose;
I have no intentions,
except brain copulation.
I am your xeno-self.

I have no intention!
I serve no purpose,
except brain copulation!
I am Xenoself!!"
Track Name: Rend & Exile
Lined up at the cheap markets,
engorged faces choke down garbage

...thinking of their next meal; infested and toxic

There is no room for illumination
Stuck in a futile crusade

There is no room for enlightenment
There is no hope for them

Trying to dissect,
from day-break to sun-down,
the art of direction is dead

"Waiting is no longer an option!"
(a new path, into the realm of the unknown)

"The time is now! Leave them behind!"

Trying to dissect,
from day-break to sun-down,
the art of direction is dead

"Waiting is no longer an option!"
Track Name: Staring Into The Sun
Vast emptiness and man are one in the same;
when entering chapters, soaked in disdain

Man, the enemy of not understanding,
fights to live (only to die)

"It's all subjective, this life we live.
As human as I am, why even fight with myself?"

Staring into the sun, nothing seems real

As days turn into months,
and months to long years,
realizations come to light...

(Staring into the sun, nothing seems real)

“…go tell the cryer the pariah is dead
and joyfully dance, to the cleansing's end.."

(For the battle, deep within, has wrought a transition)

Go tell the cryer a child is dead
and mournfully grieve, for the mistreated

For the battle, deep within, has wrought a transition


Staring into the sun, nothing seems real
Staring into the sun, nothing seems real
Track Name: Post-Obitum Delusions
Every mind swells into a pit,
a complete capture; a reaping of man
Small anthropoid consumed by the giants
(cacheing fuel for their Earthly reign)

A populous, (ants in contrast
to the death vectors’ immense proportions)
eaten by these unimaginable,
uncomprehendable, and colossus things

Every mind swells into a pit,
a complete capture; a reaping of man
Small anthropoid consumed by the giants
(cacheing fuel for their Earthly reign)

Within the colony grows the fungi,
which holds Pandora's Pithos

This a rebirth and grand removal;
An evisceration and awakening

The purest of shadows and brightest of hearts,
could not envision such mammoth anomalies

Everything physically
known before, is gone

…with every bridge burnt, due to impulse
…and all of these feelings, of fear and regret

"I trade this hell for peace, so I can finally... sleep..."

“This...
hell...
for...
…peace"