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fbiciansa
02:06
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FBI CIA NSA
The alphabet men are after me
FBI CIA DOJ
Unmarked vans and microchipped brains
These gangstalking goons
They think it’s funny
Blasting me with beams till my vision gets fuzzy
And I can’t move
And I can’t breathe
I’m just satellite microwave mystery meat
FBI CIA NSA
I see right through that gamma ray gaze
FBI CIA DOJ
There’s a deep state decay in my dna
These gangstalking goons
They think it’s funny
Blastin’ me with beams till my vision gets fuzzy
And I can’t move
And I can’t breathe
I’m just satellite microwave mystery meat
U.S BACKED COUP D'ETAT
I CAN SMELL YOU KISSINGER
THOSE BLOODY PALMS THEY SMUDGE AND SMEAR
NO WONDER I’M PARANOID NO WONDER I'M IN FEAR
SO WHEN THE EMPIRE LIMPS BACK HOME
AND IT BUILD IT’S OWN GUANTÁNAMO ARCHIPELAGO
IN THE LAND OF THE FREE HOME OF THE BRAVE
RULED BY THE MOST DEMONIC AND MOST DEPRAVED
THESE POT BELLIED POWER HUNGRY GOBLIN MEN
WILL HAVE OUR SHADOWS ON THE PAVEMENT BEFORE THEY EVER GIVE IN
SO FLEE FROM THE BLAST OR BURY YOUR HEAD
I DON’T KNOW IF IT WILL MATTER IN THE END
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brutalistbeast
01:33
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Say Hello to my brutalist beast
She was frankensteined from alkinine concrete meat
She only treads on you because you tread on me
I’m a boot biter that’s all I will ever be
So as I solder together my manic machine
I know heaven on high has chosen me
And the blade lift cylinder carburates the radiator
Wheezing wet breath out my vindicator excavator
Domed like Darth Vader’s supercharged alternator
If you couldn't understand, the machine is my translator
Say Hello to my brutalist beast
She was frankensteined from alkinine concrete meat
She only treads on you because you tread on me
I’m a boot biter that’s all I will ever be
So as I solder together my manic machine
I know heaven on high has chosen me
I got sick of getting whipped every time
With this systematic bureaucratic calculated crime
Colluding to cocoon me in thick black tape
Sometimes the poised and pragmatic must go ape
Remember Me
Remember Me
Remember Me as the man who built the machine
Remember Me
Remember Me
Remember Me when shingles meet the cardboard streets
Remember Me
Remember Me
Remember Me as the man who made drywall bleed
Remember Me
Remember Me
Remember Me when you get fucked by the fiends
Remember Me
Remember Me
Remember Me when they take everything
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3. |
endlessvoid
02:18
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Welcome to my dominion this is where I live
Carved out mushroom on a rotting ridge
You can pull up a chair, have some fungal tea
But don’t make eye contact with scheming bees
(Oh) we can roll up the carpet and drink the night away
But keep the door locked to keep the ant men at bay
I hear them every night stamping on my porch
Their little feet like gavels and it’s a rowdy court
So there I was, just a body of light
Careening through a spaceless space of eternal night
Trillions of years before the earth or man
I was something in the nothing for lightyears on end
Smiling as I spun through the endless void
It’s all moot in the end, everyone will be destroyed
And I though I yearned to return to my bed
I knew I was totally and utterly dead
Cast from my body and cast from time
Leaving only my my mycelium mind
My empty shell sits deep in the ground
Similar to where I remain right now
And the fungus which once served as homestead
Chews gnaws at my dripping head
So there I was, just a body of light
Careening through a spaceless space of eternal night
Trillions of years before the earth or man
I was something in the nothing for lightyears on end
Smiling as I spun through the endless void
It’s all moot in the end, everyone will be destroyed
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4. |
Declan's Song
03:18
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I think it seeks to destroy me
Guided by heat death entropy
But I won’t fall for self deceit
I won't concede while my heart still beats
As we bathed in the shadow of that monstrous thing
smoke swirled and curled but I I could’t see the flames
Silhouetted soot coating every inch of me
And I wonder how or why I couldn’t see
But when these weary bones ache and this body breaks down
Sinking into that lake without light or sound
I hope to feel a callused hand graze my hunched back
Only to see you there just staring right back
And I’d probably sob and you’ll tell me it’s okay and you’d talk me down like you did back in the day and I’m sure we’d get right back to shooting the shit just like we did when we were wayward kids, and we’d talk about rv’s and the capitalist machine, god I fucking hate late night tv, quarantine guillotines, churning dreams in Cherokee and what it means to really be free.
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