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The Dark Influence

by Freecall Jupiter

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1.
Divide 01:01
2.
Living with the Strain I pop another pill to get over my sanity The rush is straight to my head and now I’m in therapy So come and take a ride take a ride in my aeroplane There’s nothing wrong with me just living with the strain My enemy My enemy I can’t take the breathing I have no feeling anymore I can’t take the bleeding won’t lead to treason anymore Anymore Anymore One more transition to ride The first step ain’t monotony A new deception to hide A little taste of hypocrisy So come and dance in my head Dance around a lobotomy There’s nothing wrong with me just living with the strain My enemy My enemy I can’t take the breathing I have no feeling anymore I can’t take the bleeding won’t lead to treason anymore Anymore Anymore My enemy My enemy Follow the sunlight until you see the sky Follow the sunlight until you read the lies Eyes will guide you home Don’t turn your back on me
3.
Freelancer 05:04
Freelancer So they wanna break even with you It’s time that your lies show through One piece of that broken mind Will leave it all behind And when did you decide To chase it up the line Return to be redesigned If only you had the time Well how do sleep You over zealous fake pious creep You know what you are You slimy freelancer But if you look inside A feeling of desire A shred of humankind A flaw that’s not required Well how do sleep You over zealous fake pious creep You know what you are You slimy freelancer
4.
Raindrops 05:00
Raindrops A hundred million raindrops fall from the sky And now I see your face in a brand new light A hundred million raindrops fall from the sky A beacon of hope in this failing light Can you remember when your feelings they were under control Can you remember when you used to be in the know Can you remember when your feelings they were under control I’m breaking away Can you remember when your feelings they were under control Can you remember when you used to be in the know Can you remember when your feelings they were under control One life in a day Open your eyes
5.
Frontline 51 03:54
Frontline 51 The life of a martyr the ghost of my father is down inside The truth of another priestess and a lover is how you hide We’re living not dying oh come on we’re trying go change the tide A piece of a puzzle the tip of a muzzle gives me the drive How does it feel On the front line of the last resort A lifelong ambition a deeper decision is how we try Creation of anger collision is dampened now here we lie How does it feel On the front line of the last resort Just look up
6.
Hydrogen and Gold Personified your worst kind of weapon Legalise your earthly possession Experience gyroscopic precession Demonise the latest invention You’re taking on your truest form in the asteroid field As you take another mould I liken you to air and dust in that bleak reply You’re Hydrogen and Gold Release the code for the key to forever Expect in waves the pull of the feather You’re taking on your truest form in the asteroid field As you take another mould I liken you to air and dust in that bleak reply You’re Hydrogen and Gold Set the bar to high and it won’t save us all
7.
All I've Got 05:55
All I’ve Got Well this is a call To all that I know There’s nothing left here There’s nothing to show A definitive fall Into the unknown And now the cold Has set deep in my bones It’s all I’ve got, but you took this to far It’s all I’ve got, don’t you know who you are Well this is the end Of something foretold My human limit reached once and for all And I can recall The things that were said You used to push me now there’s nothing instead It’s all I’ve got, but you took this to far It’s all I’ve got, don’t you know who you Cus’ your life is like a hotel lobby floor And you’ll find me on a far off distant shore Cus’ your life is like a hotel lobby floor And you’ll find me on a far off distant shore And you’ll find me on a far off distant shore And you’ll find me on a far off distant shore
8.
Ghost in the dark Well how did I move this This thing with my head Think maybe I’m psychic Or just brain dead The way that I hold this This gun I my hand You don’t even know me You don’t understand Yeah we come tumbling down Into a cold bed of sand So now we stand outside Alone in the rain Your breath is so ice cold I can see through the haze The way that you touch me You’re leading me on I can see there’s no future So why go on Yeah we come tumbling down Into a cold bed of sand Yeah we come tumbling down Into a cold bed of sand
9.
Fail to answer Stop and stare as it all starts to fall Slowly looking for an answer for Look around and see the wreckage fall Now your heart rate starts to quicken more Counting the days since I last spoke to you Looking for that distant memory of My hands are shaking right in front of you Searching for another true design Run You see the buildings falling down Witness another morning found You’ve got a piece of Heaven You’ve got a piece of Heaven (But) time will find another way You’ve got a piece of Heaven You’ve got a piece of Heaven A blink in time and a last look at them You see the corner and you see the law A fall from grace in the darkness stems A guilty soul and seven more closed doors And as you lie on the cold hard ground Another trigger from the inner hound You creep upstairs you don’t make a sound And in the shadow you make sure it’s loud Run You see the buildings falling down Witness another morning found You’ve got a piece of Heaven You’ve got a piece of Heaven (But) time will find another way You’ve got a piece of Heaven You’ve got a piece of Heaven Fail to answer Just a little out of view Fail to answer Just a little out of view Run You see the buildings falling down witness another morning found You’ve got a piece of Heaven You’ve got a piece of Heaven (But) time will find another way You’ve got a piece of Heaven You’ve got a piece of Heaven And so you turn your head away from The truth that’s pouring out from But time will find another way We keep (uh)hundred plates spinning They’re spinning out to leave A path that just leads deeper How long do we need You need this, In overcrowded minds You see this, through faraway eyes You need this, In overcrowded minds You see this, through faraway eyes You see this (Fall asleep to waves) One last glimpse of freedom The sound of them approaching Disconnect the feeling Until the heart starts beating One last glimpse of freedom
10.
Divided 00:39
11.
Unit 22 03:09
Unit 22 And what was found in unit 22 was never documented But we can draw our own conclusions through the use of imagination This may lead to the loss of certain intellectual functions required for life All subjects developed a severe loss of cognitive ability leading to a complete disregard for their own wellbeing and the wellbeing of others
12.
We’re alright Take me home Dead of night Different medications mean That I won’t fight And I said Cus in our memories we’re alright Cus in our memories We’re alright Live the life Don’t be so sure You took for granted everything You used to be adored And I said Cus in our memories we’re alright Cus in our memories We’re alright Cus in our memories we’re alright It took us nothing to be fine Cus in our memories we’re alright In our memories We’re alright Cus in our memories we’re alright It took us nothing to be fine We’re alright

about

The Dark Influence
An icy wind gravitated towards her pale face as she stepped off the arriving boat at midnight. She fixed a cold calculated stare at the small, dilapidated town and started to set her broken mind to the task in hand.
He awoke in a haze of alcohol and narcotics ingested just a few hours previously. It had been a heavy night of indulgence to mark the end of a particularly abhorrent but, for him, lucrative job that had had him feign religion in order to obtain a small fortune from a select few vulnerable individuals. The authorities had nicknamed him, “The Freelancer”, as it was his trait to never stay in one place; this equated to his actions being erratically spontaneous. However, thus far, through sheer clumsy luck, he had evaded captivity.
The face that stared back at him as he gazed in the mirror, was one of loneliness, instability and bitter contempt. The reflection of his only distinguishable feature, an ugly tattoo of a feather on his right forearm which was the result of a drunken decision from his youth, glared back at him. The scene that he had witnessed the night before was imprinted in his brain. The arrival of the mysterious women was playing round in his head. It was something about her eyes; he felt that they were beacons guiding him home.
As the day’s capricious atmosphere developed into instability, he spotted her pale face through a curtain of raindrops. Immediately he was transfixed by her immeasurable beauty. The thin smile she gave him secured his infatuation; part of him was breaking away into a complete loss of control.
The look she gave him that day compelled him to declare war on all his previous life failings.
After the first meeting, things changed dramatically. He had a new purpose for life, a core drive and ambition. He reinvented his purpose for being, made decisions to perform his limited talents in a legal capacity in a manner he never would have before. He set the bar high and built defences to protect against the erosion of self doubt. He was determined to crack the code that would lead to this state of mind being his forever. This was his evolution into something better. This, he felt, was his truest form.
When the inevitable failure occurred, it triggered a spiral of self destruction unparalleled to anything he had experienced before. By the time he had reached the bottom, he had nothing left but the memory of a thin smile on what seemed like a far off distant shore.
She reappeared into his life in the early hours of the morning a few weeks later. She embraced him as a bird of prey comforts a dying animal. It was all too easy to whisper soothing words of encouragement into the ear of the empty husk of a man. The seed she had planted during their first encounter had grown, its branches forcing their way into every crevice of the weak, vulnerable mind. He was ready, he was hers.
He had been lying on the cold hard ground observing the menacing looking apartment building for quite some time. An hour ago, he thought that the figure lurking by the bottom corner of the building was an undercover police officer, however, after the figure evaporated into the night, he decided that it was just a fabrication created by his insistent paranoia. The revolver that he had been instructed to acquire felt clumsy in his shaking hands. As he glanced at the ugly tool, he counted the days since he had last spoken to her. His heart quickened as conjured images of the time they spent together began to appear, her intelligent eyes, the way she would seductively trace her finger around the outline of his feather tattoo; she could make anything beautiful. When he was with her, he felt like he had obtained a piece of heaven.
It was time to move. As he crept up the stairs, all the other buildings around him fell away. Like they had discussed, he passed seven closed doors before coming to a halt outside the eighth. He fumbled the revolver that was hidden in one of the deep pockets of his jacket. He knocked on the door. As the door creaked open, the occupant of the apartment looked at the freelancer with an expression of stunned confusion that quickly morphed into deep fear as the revolver was raised. The freelancer turned his head away as he squeezed the trigger.
Later, he found himself by the shore where he had first observed her arrival. He knew that from far away her eyes had seen what he had accomplished for her. He lay down, exhausted. Whilst listening to the sound of the waves, he started to disconnect all feelings from his overcrowded mind for what he had done. As he closed his eyes he could hear the sound of sirens approaching.
The trial was very short and decisive. The Freelancer was deemed mentally unstable and was taken to an institution called Unit 22. Investigators searched long and hard for evidence leading to a motive for the murder of what appeared to be a man who was in no way connected to the Freelancer. However none was ever found. He had been extremely persistent that he had acted alone, he was determined that he would never forsake her to the same fate that he was destined for. The heavy medication meant that the Freelancer never put up a struggle as he was taken to his new home: a padded cell. As he sat alone, absentmindedly tracing his finger around the outline of his feather tattoo, he profusely clung on to the memory of her. He knew that as long as he had that memory he... they would be alright.

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released October 3, 2021

Music by Tom Gee, Marcus Gee and Luke Bocchetta

Mixed by Luke Bocchetta

Mastered by Steve Kitch Mastering

Drums recorded at Skw1d Audio Recording Solutions

Artwork by #_spoonart

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