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At Arms Length
05:20
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Trap myself a little piece of darkness
A thing to call my own
It’s warm and furry on the inside
The world so overblown
Cover up in sheets of comfort
Time passes irrespective
The smoky glass backscatter
Inner thoughts are reflective
I’m not drowning
I’m just where I should be
I look at you astounding
You’ll be fine without me
Looking out at the crowds of people
All the masses their eyes are watching
The sound of my words is feeble
All the masses of souls are touching
Waiting on me to stumble
All the masses their eyes are waiting
Should I speak or should I mumble
All the masses focus fading
I can come out and speak my mind
More logic for the void
Discourse formatted for the unkempt
More pitfalls to avoid
Should I gamble on the lowbrow
Prick my finger watch them laugh
Impotent critics on the lookout
Blame it on their better half
Looking out at the crowds of people
All the masses their eyes are watching
The sound of my words is feeble
All the masses of souls are touching
Waiting on me to stumble
All the masses their eyes are waiting
Should I speak or should I mumble
All the masses focus fading
All the masses focus fading
All the masses focus fading
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2. |
Leftovers
05:50
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Misfiring on all cylinders
Empty clear-cut carcasses
Caged subsidized consumers
Civilization in traction
Excess burdens evident
They cry out for help
Put them out of their misery
It’s all there is left
Abortions of intelligence
Malfunctions of procreation
Persons of lesser standard
We must see them for what they are
Remainders of long division
Long strands of junk
Vestigial lives
Fortified barriers of steel
Immersion is fostered
Excess flesh is evident
Cries of their doom
Relieve them of mediocrity
It’s all there is left
Abortions of intelligence
Malfunctions of procreation
Persons of lesser standard
We must see them for what they are
Remainders of long division
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3. |
Delayed Reaction
04:50
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This is the ultimate red tide
Crack a smile and open wide
We thought we saw the signs
But we never made it in time
Cyclic redundancy in a wave of transparency
A massive conspiracy to forecast chaos theory
Milestones and metrics and falling barometrics
Last efforts were hectic
to cure super massive peptics
Whole grains and ethanol world diet overhaul
Indications are small cumulative effects overall
Explanations were astute
to explain disappearing fruit
Less we will pollute but the point is now moot
Destructive to our own predictions overblown
By the time we picked up the phone
now we only exist alone
Everything else we will forget
just us and our pets
We'll see the obvious future effects
but I wouldn't lay any bets
We look at paintings and pop pills
Lament our younger days' thrills
We knew we could cure all ills
with 100 percent kills
I'll come to the party late if that is to be our fate
Looking at my empty plate
wondering what I just ate
Be wary of the things that thrill you
Because the sea will kill you
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4. |
Separated But I
06:58
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I’ve met all my friends but I
Haven’t exactly met them and I
Haven’t exactly seen them and I
Haven’t exactly shaken their hands
I’ve met my wife but I
Haven’t exactly met her and I
Haven’t exactly seen her naked but I
I made my deposit
Separated by distance and
Separated by time and
Separated by shielding and
I am separated
I’ve met all the guys at work but I
Haven’t exactly met them and I
Haven’t exactly worked with them but
We have lots of meetings
I’ve met all my kids but I
Haven’t exactly met them and I
Haven’t exactly touched them but I
I think I remember their names
Separated but I
Separated but I
Separated but I
I am separated
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5. |
Divine Null
06:45
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//divine/null
Code coming out of the temple
Blessed be my subroutine
Gotta keep the best foot clean
Brush up all my fast food socks
Sometimes I stay home a lot
I’m a mean wizard typing boy
Dodge the best with my shining ploy
Feed the Feds with your sorry hind
My influences are double-blind
Grasping sets with hardcore straws
Circumvent inconvenient laws
As the brightly-colored data shows
The best seekers follow their nose
Dispatch the timely vid
Mighty corporations brought
down by kids
Born with cybernetic heads
Anointed machine code – street cred
Generating random strings
Talk about unrelated things
Lightning strikes the honeypot
Weak lines break down a lot
Publish all my best surprise
Brings unexpected demise
Monkey suits fall from broken glass
Futures end blindingly fast
Oh ye have too much faith
Pressure system readings great
I will change the path of time
A mark will be made and it is mine
World storage knowledge breach
No history left to teach
Archives all burned to the ground
Nothing but my data around
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6. |
Sordid History
06:16
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The purple robes come with swords gleaming
stabbing at the night
And the dark skin random violence turns to
recognizable Surgery grafting political power
on bare inner muscle Cover it up excise the
gluttony spare no expense
Bring back the ruling class time for engineered
controls Social temperament shattered purpose
beyond reproach Trademark clothes dark purple
hoods slip through open windows
Crimes of passion crimes of terrible motivation
Rightful citizens beliefs sown fabric of certainty
Sacrifice those not fit dispose recycle refit redesign
Cities in pieces ruins fires deliberate acts of mayhem
They will retake the world in the name of god.
Thin metal blades impacting hardwood
survey the city streets Looking for one more
death blow vanished anonymous endings
Staring at the night through black blinds
watching the city move
A cool reflective gaze government officials posture
Dispensing comforting words tar colored
shadows between the lines
Union of Fact and Influence waits
coded documents sent
More assassins of policy set forth
radical waves of dissent
Unmoving masses of morality
threatening status quo
Let us address reluctant cowards percentage
Undecided no remaining room for indecision
Primal sneer of vicious power no warmth no love
Unrelenting seizing control lighting up the dark
Dominion sound bytes prepared alliances building
Terror forming behind bulletproof windows
armed defenses Contrived power decisions
a mean sick playground joke
Rushing in among miles of cable
Thousands of electric eyes
Nothing prepared nothing rehearsed
Response is certain
No margin for mistakes no time
to placate the press
Static and a jumble of noise now the
image is clear
Undesirables making decisions
situation unforgivable
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7. |
Charred Wood
06:49
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(Trash it broke it write it off)
I’d like an Italian dinner later
And a light lunch
Something with green olives
Dust my boots
I saw a bit of dirt on the top shelf
Not tall enough, too bad
What was that
No talking under your breath
You know your language is illegal
Be on time next time
There’s no excuse for that
Days off come to those who work hard
One of mine died the other day
Seems my labor was too hard for the heat
Well it’ll only get hotter
Yes, I’ll get another
I need to remember to claim him on my taxes
I’ll get a couple bucks back
Browns come look
You are to look me in the face when I insult you
Look me in the eyes
I’ll get your little boy to replace you
He can do that better
How’s it work with a gun to your head?
What do you mean, you won’t do it?
Striking is illegal for your kind
You’re conspiring against us
We’ll set off your chips,
You’ll all die in pain
Figure it out for myself?
You know I don’t know how
Come back now!
You don’t walk away from me!
Look me in the eyes!
How’s it work with a GUN TO YOUR HEAD?
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8. |
I Come Back
05:58
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As my stomach bleeds out under knife
And my energy drowns in life
The spark of consciousness fades in my eyes
All my dreams are trapped inside
I come back but it’s not the same
My senses are different,
I no longer know my name
I live again but it’s not for long
Alive just long enough to see that I was wrong
Everything I’ve killed, I come back
Everything I’ve killed, I come back
Everything I’ve killed, I come back
I come back
As everything I killed
I’ve had my flesh devoured by a thousand mouths
I’ve seen my work destroyed by a myriad of vows
All I’ve ever built has come crashing down
My life has ended a thousand times without a single sound
I am the insects I’ve crushed beneath my treaded boot
I am the deer I’ve hunted with my magic flute
I am the black cats I felt flattened by my wheels
I am the coyote in my headlights running through a field
I approach my prey with a shiny blade just like I remember
I feel the fear in my head just like that last November
When I saw this knife I knew it was the one
That killed me in the past before my deed was done
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