Technically Disfigured:
I'll die before I feel your pain
You wanna look the same
Don't wanna wake up and see
Faces lookin strange
Bashed and disfigured before my eyes
Now stop the clock, stop the clock
You're tired of waking up from your
Only peace, you wanna pay up,
Get cut up, get disfigured
Look in the mirror, see them
Peelin back your skin
Face sawed off, but you're lookin thin,
You're bashed and disfigured, bleed
Sunken eyes
Smile
Redshift:
Strapped in, mapped out and null
Numbed down deep drone safe lull
Dropped into a stop, to a star shot
Crushed into dust
Gravity
Shot deep/ Lost on the edge
Shot deep/ shifted red
Dark freeze/ Drifting and cold
Dark freeze/ Fragmented fused into gold
Fiery fall
Washed up, bleached by the sun
Plucked from the wet sand by a gull
Dropped into a cup
On a hook stuck
Pulled by the sea plunged deep
Plunged deep/Buried in the floor
Plunged deep/Dredged into the shore
Plunged deep/Polished by surf
Plowed free/lucked by the wet sand by a
Girl threaded and tangled in hair
Looking At The Rats:
We're all in the gutter
But I'm looking at the rats
Stop Growing:
I can't take this shit no more, no more
No more will I suffocate under your
Blanket of lies. I know there's got to be a better
Way, I'll get away
I'm suffocated in my tracks
A tumor benigned but uncutoff
How did I get here, naked and degraded
With red eyes and helpless, hopeless
Another bow to authority
My intellect, time, and energy
Squandered in their game for a
Pittance never no more
Stop growing, I can't stop growing
The fate of the innocent in the hands of the
Guilty, I'll take back my time and creativity
Stop growing, I won't stop growing
Rehumanization:
Scattered on the floor unnoticed
Carelessly tossed and fallen
No further from design than perfect
But loose, lost, forgotten
Cradled somehow still
Like I could die on the sand, a helpless
Swimmer, ripcurrent of lust
I hate you, why don't you just fuckin say it
Complicit convenience
A ball of violence in my heart
Like I could die
Like I could die on the sand,
A helpless swimmer
Ripcurrent of lust
Can't you see I've got blood inside of me
Complicit convenience and habit
Connected by blood
Unmistaken as love
Retro Abortion:
Again I go through these emotions, standing forever still
Beset by low expectation, I'm walking out now
Back in the box/I won't get back in the box
I waited there for years without a word
Of criticism, just a perfect citizen, solitary imprisonment
Again with these emotions, I sacrificed one hundred
Thousand hours of my life
Beset by my own limited perception
On someone else's dream, never waking up
Never thought I could just walk away
But I won't keep lining their pockets
Instead of mine
Live by your own rules, you're gonna die defending theirs
Those rules you own, so get busy bending them
Again I go through these motions, standing forever still
Beset by low expectation, no point, exclamation
Walkin out/I won't wait/I'm walkin' out now/I won't wait/No
Recursed:
Ritual referencing
Elegant, testable
Situation revisiting
Abstractable levels
Pattern recognition
Self engineering
Skeptical faith
Lazy mistakes
Spiraling inward
Trajectory sinward
No response
Do the recurse
Recurse, recursed.
Handle one, then the rest
So much power, so few steps
Do the recurse
The Jacket:
You'll get the jacket, the jacket
When you can pry it
When you can pry it, try it
You'll get the jacket
Pry it off my cold dead corpse
Pry it off my cold dead corpse
Lifeless, bloody, but not cold
Luckless wormfood, but not cold
The jacket keeps it warm
The jacket keeps it warm
Maggot infested, but not cold
Discarded earth suit, but not cold
Pry it off my cold dead corpse
The jacket keeps it warm
Mein Trappe:
No thoughts can get out
No memories can escape
So watch out
These pillars of salt we dissolve
Kill beers
Wild dolls
Rewind, that song
Future dissolve
History undone, undone
No more thoughts can get out
No memories can escape
Fix the past and the future's destroyed
These pillars of salt we dissolve
Kill beers, wild dogs
Dry the street in their bodies
And blood
That's all
Future dissolve
History undone, undone
Pond and Prairie:
Entrusted with gifts
Whose beauty only glimpsed
Tasted by all to extents
Closer to god
Closer to god
Closer to god
Ravaged and reshaped
In love with your flesh
Worship your face
Worship your excrement
The unseen giver
In occlusion
With the human race
Cut holes in our eyes
Stir up seedy three
Winged wire eaters
Go swimming in filth
Tread drowning through
Roomfuls of spittle
Deliciously superficial
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