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Listen/purchase: Heaven by The Purge

After reading a very well written blog about the goings on in Afghanistan, I came up with the idea for this song and the band in general. I was reminded of how many things are going on and how silent we and the media are about the vast majority of it here at home. Building upon the theme of denial that pervaded Equality, I tried to explore and illustrate the constant barrage of information that is thrown at me daily through both commercial and social media, as well as the dazing spectacles my generation engage ourselves in to effectively drown out the noise of all that media.

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Tongues, black and white, simple to hear, parade as religions. Paradigms stand fortified, gracious for the abuse. There are no soldiers dead and humbled. There are no children raped and raped; they grow old. Smiling at the screen I grow old. Foreigners get put to death. Justice reigns in the homeland. Men, like children, hold their faith in heaven and the media: What appears is good and what is good appears. There is no need to believe in anything else. We have this. Under a black-light we forget fears. Drunk with Red and White and Blue. Explosions ring across the world but they can't kill us here. There is no God to deny us heaven. There are no mortars ending life. We die young. Wretched in the morning We die young. A story of an orphan girl, her mother's head exploded open, is washed away by a sea of smiles; a drunken march of youth. What appears is you And what is good appears. We contribute nothing to this void. We are emptiness personified. We are emptiness. Sound aborted from its fury fills the airwaves through the night. Someone dies as I turn the ignition and drive. There is no source of consciousness. There is no wrong we can't ignore. I grow cold. Ignoring everything in the world that I don't want to believe, I grow cold.

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