We’re all crawling to the beat of the mass march.

Our good name has been dragged through the dirt.

Blood freaks need another victim.

The dead god wants to take on the world.

But we are living in a simulacra;

a copy of a copy of a previous set-up.

Cold War, eternal, justified Slack,

or the nuclear remittance of our souls to the wrack.

Frail, old, and weak:

the local warlords are repeating their plots.

They’re full of leaks;

their skin is peeling and revealing the rot.

Spun out from the high of a century.

Killing hope is the name of the game.

You will bow to the god of finance!

We’ll sanction you to death as a payment in advance.

The American titan seeks out it’s prey,

but if you buy blood, we’ll look the other way.

I’m drowning in stats, and the numbers are fucked.

Who’s buying their shit? Who’s passing the buck?

The veil has lifted to reveal the claw;

we should sever the hand that forms the claw.

I want to kill myself, drop out, start a cult.

Use everyone to enhance my own ego.

Gain a following, and command them to destroy

all the lesser bands and lay waste to the land.

I don’t even like music!

I need it like a knife in the back.

Drag it to the depths of the pit!

It’s shit.

We always suffer when we hold each other’s hands.

Space! Image! Exile!

American Gaullist lives in a bubble

Tryna pull himself out the rubble

Can't find the "I" or the "why" in collectivism

Push and push and push has always been the mission

Broken man crying out in the night time,

Wondering "when the fuck is it my time?"

Visions and promises of a life of splendor

Don't you feel a little bit misled?

It's quiet in the street,

We all have gone to sleep,

The waters getting high,

Theres no will left to fight

And it wont go away!

The pounding in your brain,

Another endless day,

Another dept to pay,

Did you really think that you'd win the rat race?

Do you miss all of the things that you displaced?

The dream cannot be dead if it never existed,

It's arrogance that you call will

It's not what they have it's what they steal!

It's not what you're told it's how you feel!

It's not what you've been it's what you make!

It's not who you are it's what you hate!

It's quiet in the street,

We all have gone to sleep,

The waters getting high,

There's no dark without light

This is a bullet for the dead god,

outmoded and sick.

A dirty polemic for an old fraud,

running out of new tricks.

Live from my father's debris!

Alienated by what I see!

Does anything belong to me,

or have I been deceived?

(The bass, the rock,

the mic, the treble)

It picks apart all the carrion,

and then it says it's for you.

It would cannibalize it's own flesh

for a better revenue.

Phantom limbs reach everywhere,

tearing down yours to get what's theirs.

Third world lives like a target,

but that's the cost of freedom in a buyer's market.

All that is solid melts into air.

Hyper-normalized, but I don't care.

Are you happy with where we're at?

Are you feeling fulfilled?

You're in control of your life,

but just within the limits of the script they've built.

It's not equipped for empathy,

marginalizing so mercilessly.

Oh, you think it's all supply and demand?

Well here comes the invisible hand!

All that is solid melts into air.

Hyper-normalized, but I don't care.

If it's coming for them, then it's coming for you.

Futures on life have been devalued.

Maintain, decay, and compose.

A cycle designed to centralize in the home:

Wealth, power, control.

A cycle designed for those who are in the know.

We have been remanded and cannot step out.

It has been demanded that we taste the ground.

You may not see them, it's certain they see you.

Freedom is contingent upon turning screws.

I like you!

Or at least, I like the idea of you.

I like the idealized reality-construct version of you

that I've created in my head.

I can use it to avoid any conflict that may arise

from either of our real (or imagined) personality flaws.

That idea is projected onto you in the real world,

which becomes my perception of the real you;

I like you.

Every body is a mirror

if they want to be.

Look around,

see that man move his molecules.

He goes;

what does he know?

Every body is a mother

if they want to be.

Look around,

see them all move their molecules.

They go;

what do they know?

All of our pieces:

nameless, formless,

gathered over a lifetime of collecting junk;

trying to cobble together something that makes sense,

to avoid the sad homunculus.

How do you define a person:

words, actions, or self-perception?

Could you look in the mirror

and tell me who you are?

And could I ever see it?

Begging for the

antibodies.

Look at yourself!

Touching mother.

Do you think about power

when you're talking to your friends?

Do you jealously guard it

as a means to an end?

Do you hold it up? Break it down?

Put it to the test?

Pull it out,

or keep it close to your chest?

Is it right

to feel wrong,

when you've burned

for so long?

Deploy your last words

to burn it faster!

Destroy the casters!

The idle bastards!

Avoid distractors

and sneering actors!

Subtract detractors!

Subvert disaster!

Five five five five

It's reclamation time

Is your god alive

in your mind?

Higher! Higher! Higher!

We're always climbing, but the

Ladder! Ladder! Ladder!

Never stops

If you flex your weight

on to someone you love

then the people you hate

will always sit above

Five five five five

When does it come to us?

Step into night

It's alright

Its just like music to my ears

The sound of thunderous drums

Its expectation and its fear

A sign of what is to come

Try to move with intention

Every shape-shift must be precise

Are you still fit to rule this wreckage?

Are you willing to roll the dice?

A bloody nose don't look bad in the dark!

Break your bones and turn it into art!

Its so subjective just to see straight

Move on, an unrequited love

And if I knew the point would I wait?

What would it take to rise above?

The writing on the wall is getting lost

House plant Intellect! Turn it off!

Move and move and move until it hurts!

Ive lost my footing, in all this dirt!

Become alive

I trickle out of bed, undefined

Turn on a dime

The words and pictures scrape against my mind

I cannot try

to kick against the pricks without getting low

Look in your eyes

I want to hate you but I empathize

You've run out of time

to make a better life

Now you lash out like a child

but if you look you'll find out interests coincide

If you want to go, then you don't have to go

If you want to go, then you should stay

Life denies the forms it takes,

turning back into words

Seething from all it's past mistakes,

hoping that you haven't heard

Wanting for better, but pushing for worse,

seeing the future from the back of a hearse

Crumpled in the corner,

tears stained on it's face

I don't want to go,

but you could say no

I know it's slow

You want to go home

A walk from one place to another

won't change your mind

There is a surprising amount that can be learned

from the creatures of the world

who will let their backs turn as the

isopropyl sunrise

claims us all in your eyes

There is surprisingly little to be earned

when you spend the summer working

at your dad's investment firm as the

isopropyl sunrise

claims us all in your eyes

It spits!

Like hell!

It burns!

Your shell!

You've been

reborn.

You've been

reborn.

Dress to impress

The boss will appreciate it

when you're down,

gnashing teeth on the Sound

You're still on the list

Blood on the frame of your home

cannot stop the unknown

Make your confessions

Assess your possessions

A life contributing

to global depression

The future’s cast, no time to waste,

finite amount to make your case:

this is a life, this is a place,

this is a picture of the place.

Small feats are anybody’s game.

You build the picture, you made the frame.

You are the one who breaks the mould,

but now you’re getting old.

Half the time to all the time you need that noose around your neck.

Time stiffens it's hold

Pull the straps on the bed tight

Good night

Nail the clock to the wall

I’m just waiting for a light

Breach into me and push

Reduce me to a slump

Pulled out into the rip tide

Mangled on the rocks

This body's had enough

I want my money back

Born naked in the dark