Think on the language of propaganda. Its order and surgical intentions.

It constricts you.

                                                 We release you.

 

Artifacts are cobbled  together in a   delirious   battleground. We contrast organic materials with the industrial reflections of a chaotic underground rave, pulsating in computerized primal grime.

             Symmetry is built      

and destroyed through our processes.

                         Information is forced  through a system that acts like a broken  assembly   line.

Forms are cut, grafted, or lost.        History and contemporary clash.

                                       Vertigo and insanity poison our spirit and belief.

 

But we hold it together, for there    is freedom

              in the              chaos.

                                             Do not fear it.

        Cast laws and norms out of your mind. They are not you.

                       Eliminate the propaganda and its order.

 

                                                     Be free.