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Sing upon the moonlight, all dog-like,
simple, stupid, and happy
Clasp the muzzle when you need to
Scold me when you feel the need be
Sybil's on the edge of the bed
Cherubs marching out of her head
Beauty that I never could hold
Whisper to me 'til I grow cold

Cut away, cut away
Strip all those feelings out
Muscle and flesh all that's
left after excising -
Doubt yourself, doubt yourself
You are not worthy of
love like the deafening
buzz of a thousand bugs

Picture on the mantle frame of
a dead dove in a verdant field
I obediently wait for you
to catch my gaze so I can feel
Sybil's on the edge of the room
Violets slowly come in to bloom
Giants lumbering in the hall
Pulling me up out of her thrall

Cut away, cut away
Strip all those feelings out
Muscle and flesh, all that's
left after excising -
Pitch yourself, pitch yourself,
you are not moving me
All that I've felt
Regarded as futility

I am a dog in a
cage in the living room
Preening myself, only
hoping to amuse you
Am I good? Am I good?
I only wish to please
I'd break my neck
Just to get you
to look at me

Cut me free so I can fly
Clip my feet and watch me try
Plant poppies upon my grave
Grown sick from watching shadows play

Paul's dripping off the ottoman
Turning blue and spitting things up
Spread eagle on my couch and
tripping the light bombastic
Now I'm calling you, anonymous,
to see what you think should
be done about the ottoman
- I don't want to have to give it up!

Rich grain leather, what a pleasure
Hand-sewn buttons top it off
Beautiful tassles, certainly no hassle
I saw it first in a dream
The intersection where form meets function
Not up for discussion, it's pure beauty

Paul's hand droops from the slab as he's
wheeled out in to the ambulance
I'm left to pick up the pieces
(can you invoice a dead man?)
So I'm calling you, anonymous,
to see what you think should
be done about the ottoman
- I don't want to have to give it up!

Rich grain leather, what a pleasure
Hand-sewn buttons top it off
Beautiful tassles, certainly no hassle
I saw it first in a dream
The intersection where form meets function
Not up for discussion, it's pure beauty

Sinking and spinning,
his life slowly draining
The leather is soaking it
up as he's croaking
Go deeper and deeper
in to pleated features
A luxury coffin
- a burial on markdown

Rich grain leather, what a pleasure
Hand-sewn buttons top it off
Beautiful tassles, certainly no hassle
I saw it first in a dream
The intersection where form meets function
Not up for discussion, it's pure beauty

Dirty Mary, spill your fluids
Get too high and overdo it
Shackled to the bed and shaking,
scratching all the posts
Virginal special delivery
Tension relief, holy ecstasy
Nothing's entered, all is gained
by Mary, our gracious host

I see it in her eyes - heaven in disguise
The needle slipping out, filled up with her pride
Gushing from her thighs - Defiled Mother!

Dirty Mary, dress the bruises
Arms marked by stigmatic ruins
Picking at her scabs and feeling
haunted by the Ghost
Tie the knot and pull the ripcord
Slip in to a blissful discord
Cherubs dance upon the flowers
opening at her feet

I see it in her eyes - heaven in disguise
The needle slipping out, filled up with her pride
Gushing from her thighs - Defiled Mother!

Fire coming from her mouth as she begin to shake
Great and terrifying textures haunt her waking state
Enter: a lover that had not revealed himself before
HOLY, BLESSED, RIGHTEOUS, DEADBEAT FATHER
His presence fills the room with bombast, smoke, and searing light
Mary shrinks as she prepares to take The Serpent's bite
He speaks without a tongue, passing commands from mountains high
EXIT: MARY, MORTAL MARTYRED MOTHER

Kitties picking up the trash
outside the gas station at night
I've seen them through the fog
Turning back toward their home
- a simple-minded task!

They can feel the weight of
everything that has been,
turning on it, eating on themselves
This one's been done,
that one's played out
- reach in and pull it out!

NEW AGE DAWNING
NEW LIFE FAWNING

Kitties slinking, keeping low,
bellies touch the ground
Trying to avoid THE RATS!

Post up
Don't forget to
clock in
What's keeping you?

Always keeping tally
Always keeping tally
Always keeping eyes out for
polish and prestige and
charm and wit and sheen and
absolute confidence
We're always keeping tally
Always keeping tally
Always keeping eyes out for -
Rough around the edges
Waves and future shakers
Betting on some greater good

Stand up
Don't intend to
fall back
We're watching you

Always keeping tally
Always keeping tally
Always keeping eyes out for
polish and prestige and
charm and wit and sheen and
absolute confidence
We're always keeping tally
Always keeping tally
Always keeping eyes out for -
Rough around the edges
Keep yourself together
Try to do us all some good

we're always keeping tally

What's the worth of a man
not let in on the plan?
As in life, so in death
Toil away 'til your last breath
I sit in my bedroom
I watch the setting moon
Grip the bottle, load the clip,
free your mind or watch it slip

You played along, claimed your prize
for sixty years of compromise
- I thought comfort was assured,
but I got less than I had earned
It's setting faster now
Soon I will take my bow
Lowly serf, wretched worm
Direct the sun and watch me squirm

Moon rise
Moon set

Wires tethered underground
Feel them creeping all around
Make their way around my neck
Feel them tighten copper ends
Slowly construct new designs
Forms of life that become signs
Older ways cease to exist
Minimizing what was big

Wires coming from my head
Pull me apart once I'm dead
Carrion beasts compiling flesh
Cataloguing as they digest
Shitting out new Frankensteins
Art as product, perfect design
All will be fed to the machine
The human soul is obsolete!

Kids in the candy store
Poisoned with their remorse
They've binged all they can get
Filled to the brim with their hubris
Now they can have their fun
Art is for everyone
I am now obsolete
Organs replaced by machine code

Wires! Wires!

You ain't seen nothing yet
They're coming for you next
We could have had it all,
but we're left holding the ball

Erase the lines
between me and extinction
Satan awaits me
dressed in jeans and a blazer
- laughing like a child

Banded to a burning build, melted to its frame
The corpse of capital is crying out forgotten names
"Quia peccavi nimis!" as it hangs its head in shame
"Mea culpa, mea culpa!" as its flesh becomes a stain
Burning bright and singing proud,
the technocrats gather 'round
to build farewell their burning bull
and pray one day to be turned back in to people

Death is not the end,
it's a way through
Victoria is smiling

Immanentize the eschaton!

Work is over, the deed done, all people have been saved
from the drudgery of all toil, from the birth until the grave
All across the world we find new heavens overlaid
Automated freedom is the gift that they have gave (but wait!)
They own the roads! They own the homes!
They own the means! They own the modes!
The channel's dead, no communication
They gave you life, and they can take it back in an instant

Death is not the end,
it's a way through
Victoria is smiling
Pull yourself up from the grave
and see the world
your children made

Immanentize the eschaton!
Open the doors to Babylon!

means, modes

Everything is getting worse
Burning paper in your purse
Hearses swallowed by the sea
I can't let it bother me

Lap it up as we divide
Suckle on my burning bride
Pinch a coin between your thumbs
Watch him as he all go numb

Pulled apart by bureaucrats
Lashed upon the burning mat
I've been down to see the fun,
staring at an empty gun

Lick yourself and sit
aside the sun, upon the grass
Cool and dewey damp,
blood drips upon your lap

Everything is getting worse
Burning paper in your purse
Hearses swallowed by the sea
I can't let it bother me

Lap it up as we divide
Suckle on my burning bride
Pinch a coin between your thumbs
Watch him as he all go numb

Pulled apart by bureaucrats
Lashed upon the burning mat
I've been down to see the fun,
staring at an empty gun

Lick yourself and sit
aside the sun, upon the grass
Cool and dewey damp,
blood drips upon your lap

Animals eat (animals eat)
Themselves when they're cold and hungry
You can watch them pick the bellies
as houses sit cold and empty

The bodies are stacking
The contract is broken
The needles are ripping
the skin wide open
Outside, winter sky
Nine birds are flying
and someone is dying
in the alley behind my bedroom window

Lick yourself and sit
aside the sun, upon the grass
Cool and dewey damp,
blood drips upon your lap

Animals eat (animals eat)
Themselves when they're cold and hungry
You can watch them pick the bellies
as houses sit cold and empty

I am always moving backwards,
hedging my bets against the future

I can feel the wheel is spinning
Thinning me with each rotation
Pulling tightly upon the fibers
Emotionless, like a machine should be
The hands that pull are frail and old
Shearing off great shocks from the spool
They don't seem kind, but they don't seem cruel
They pull me with the care of a master

Hedging my bets
Hedging my bets

I stand in awe
of The Great Wheel
Never ceasing, never resting
Many threads are ever-nesting
It pulls us all

I didn't come here to capitulate
It would be over in an instant if I felt that way
I've waited long to commiserate
with the presence that I've always felt was at the gate

There's a man behind the wheel with an albatross grin
There's a body in the trunk, and it's soaking in gin
There's a light outside the window overtaking the man
Mobius on the periphery points to where it began
A good idea left out too long will start to decay
You can cloak all of your feelings in a shroud of disarray
Dreams are wounds the body sheds
Salt the wounds and turn them red
Entropy's a lot of fun
Now tell the people what they've won!

Death is coming
Death is coming

Another speech about another life after this
Another chance to buy your way in to eternal bliss
I've heard a lot, and I just don't think they hold their weight
I've seen the righteous and the grifters as they propagate
If it works for you, and you're not hurting other people
then that's fine, and I hope you think of me as equal
I can't find my way into belief in a holy presence
I think my idea of hell might be your idea of heaven
But there is one thing in the world that I know to be true:
Death is waiting for you and there's not a thing to do
Whether or not you're going to live another life
When it comes, you're gonna struggle and you're gonna fight

Great deluge
comes in to
liberate
all my faculties

I stand in awe
of The Great Wheel
Never ceasing, never resting
Many threads are ever-nesting
It pulls us all

I awakened from a state
to find it all melted away
The landscape turned to greyscale
The buildings became wireframe

The earth stretched out its legs,
devouring everything manmade
Pavement swallowed by mud, and tree roots
upending all things decayed

A woman with no face
A fading remnant of the human race
Twisting and contorting her body
into impossible shapes

I walked down to the park
as the world was getting dark
I lay down in the grass and thought about
how nothing would be the same

"The end of all flesh is come before me; for the earth is filled with violence through them; and, behold, I will destroy them with the earth."
- Genesis 6:13

NEW AGE DAWNING
NEW LIFE FAWNING

Choice presented as illusion
New state-market collusion
You don't know where the money goes
A new state of confusion
Arms sales is big business
There's money to be made through American interests,
propped up by consumer purchase
You have no control

We live off of (the industry of death!)
It all ties back to (the industry of death!)
If you don't have one (the industry of death!)
then you are no one (the industry of death!)
From the food that we eat (the industry of death!)
to the clothes that we wear (the industry of death!)
To the movies we watch (the industry of death!)
and the money we make (the industry of death!)

The money funnels upward from the child to the parent
Every purchase made takes a path seemingly errant
Defense contractors investing covertly
Everything we buy is made by their subsidiaries
I said well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles
Death invests in culture and in return it gets disciples
Those willing to die for something that they'll never get
Freedom and autonomy is the carrot on the stick

We live off of (the industry of death!)
It all ties back to (the industry of death!)
If you don't have one (the industry of death!)
then you are no one (the industry of death!)
From the food that we eat (the industry of death!)
to the clothes that we wear (the industry of death!)
To the movies we watch (the industry of death!)
and the money we make (the industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)

Double knot, pulled tight, kick the chair, backslide
Under heaven's simple gaze, everything is man-made

Let me out of this prison!
I didn't choose to be born in this structure
Let me down, I won't miss it
I don't want to be part of your industry

let me out
let me down
let me out
let me down

You look at me like you want a reaction
You're treating love like it was a concession
Provoke violence, no confession
Wrapped up in your comfortable messes
Police mind with a knack for retort
There's no crime, so there's nothing to report
Sharpen your words like you're hunting for sport
No love, no loss, no spirit of discourse

KEEP ME AROUND,
I'VE GOT BIG THINGS COMING
KEEP ME AROUND,
I'VE GOT BIG THINGS COMING, BABY

Needles and needles and needles and needles and pins
Firing fast out of the mouth of a friend
Tiny scars from where they enter the skin
Track marks covered so we can't start again
You look at me like you've had a reaction
Equidistant from both points of interaction
Deliver on your promise of inaction
So smug in your self-satisfaction!

KEEP ME AROUND,
I'VE GOT BIG THINGS COMING
KEEP ME AROUND,
I'VE GOT BIG THINGS COMING, BABY

FULL STOP, COPS KILL
NO PUSH, NO THRILL
PEEL BACK YOUR WILL
DIE ON THIS HILL

Venerate your patience
Prepare for a facelift
I know what's gone wrong now
I know it's wrong
I'll sing to God

The visitor peeks out from under the floorboard!
The visitor sees you and does not ignore!

Turn your back on the sun
December's got a gun
Fill your heart with dead weight
I miss you now,
but you abrogate

The visitor peeks out from under the floorboard!
The visitor sees you and does not ignore!
The visitor wants to be free of its death throes!
The visitor wants you to know what God knows

Now we're home you'll feel no pain
Shut the gates inside your brain
Close the lid on the machine
Think of things you'd rather been
Look inside at your dirt heart
Feel the sparks all fly apart
Clear the dust off of the lid,
afraid of looking like a kid

Remit!
Credit!
Pay to
the end!

Well you can move your little objects around
You know the future's gonna still hunt you down
Yeah, you can organize your mind with a plot
Just to become something you know you is not

Well it becomes so easy, it feels so free
When you obsess f-feng shui for the wolf society
F-f-f-feng shui for the wolf society
F-f-f-feng shui for the wolf society!

SUBDIVISION
WON'T SURVIVE

Underneath you feel something that you try to conceal
Oh once again, locked yourself in the vestibule, my friend
But it's okay!
Just keep your mind on the...feng shui!
Fuh-fuh-fuh-feng shui!
You try to do people right but they don't stay!
Feng shui so the wolves abide…
I know there's something in that tiny brain you're trying to hide

SUBTLE VISION
SPACE AND TIME

Oh honey face!
I looked above!
I saw the oligarchs have got a plan for you and me, my love
They're coming for me
They want it for free

It's easier than it seems to be a critical fake
I circulate my mistakes
Hang my regrets at the Tate
I'm coming round with some suggestions to make
It isn't empathy or sympathy, my darling
What you're lacking is taste