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Death Becomes Some
03:40
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All I see
The matter that's in front of me
A universe bound
By laws that establish my feet on the ground
When something confounds
Razors get worn down
Blunt force trauma lifts the veil
that obfuscates the facts
The ones we sought to face
by cracking questions that are asked
Reexamine the tenets of all that I thought that I knew
Wither in anxiety at this shaking of my truth
Such a revelation sparks the unmaking of a man
My only consolation is that I'll feel it once again
At odds with all that's understood
A place we've yet to chart
The science is all well and good
Until it's blown apart
Wash of white
It's warmth is etched into my mind
Fear abounds in talks on death
It lends itself to the macabre
But when something is this beautiful
One has to call it art
Longing to relive the death blow
Seethe in the interim
Develop a taste for a new vice
A choicer morphine drip
The perspiration of withdrawal
Whets the thirst to scratch the itch
Flooded with surety like a return to the womb
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Rabid Cadavers
01:44
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Crawling out from their holes
Inveigled by a bumbling and repugnant whistle
Roused them from the dead
Their deranged moans echo back at them
They've dragged their knuckles to the bone and thick saliva flees their mouths
They gorge on meat so rare
Rabid Cadavers
Whipped into a frenzy
Incoherent raving
Puzzling
Seems it's everything but brains that they're craving
They've brought the bogeyman with them
Blind faith in violence
It's their only virtue
If your heart is bleeding they will smell it on you
Consider this a warning
Rabid Cadavers
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Only in a looming future
where freedom is obsolete
will crime be all but gone
In the meantime watch the gavel fall
Sentencing to death
those we collectively condemn
The mob has ruled you die
Walking back platitudes on the sanctity of life
One more juridical miscarriage
Euthanized at their discretion
Brittle pamphlet
Blown into the breeze like a dandelion tuft
Obtuse interpretations are a strategem
to spit on it from both sides of the mouth
Frothing at the thought of killing you
Cunning workarounds
that are baked into coded language
Primed to plausibly deny
what's been done all throughout the ages
The tiniest margin of error ought to halt the effort
but sometimes someone simply must be made an example of
Cruel and Unusual
Well past that brink in any honest reading
Insert superstitions until it's legitimacy is lost
Is the piety worth the cost
to let The Word hijack the law?
It's only oppressive to those who may disagree
If God is on our side then how unjust can it be?
The tiniest margin of error ought to halt the effort
but sometimes someone simply must be made an example of
This mighty flex may split the suture
that's held this flesh together for so long a time
Dangerous bet to place one's money on
The risk and the reward
Well, they must really like their odds
That dystopia is nigh
Dressed in tricolored flags
and bisecting lines
Have you seven things to say?
Another victim of the state
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Feet off the ground
And then laid down
Let go of every fiber for the resonance
Climb the rope to ascend
Animation suspend
The bowl is broken again
A trip abroad, beyond the third heaven
A precarious meditation
Scale the cable to another plane
Where it is dim but there is always light
Maturation of ideas on fate
There will be no boundaries in sight
Isolated in oblivion
But in time you'll find that you're not alone
When you sense a jostle in the guiding thread
Tugged by some itinerant souls
Only wire to trust for one's return
But a menace in the ether lurks
When it's severed a phantom pain is felt
The cord is torn from the corporeal self
Deprivation of the privilege to die
Ever onward into the astral sky
Energies of a binary design
Entities that consume the saturnine
Boiled down to a lesser form of wave
Imperceptible to eyes that are opaque
Wake up
Wake up
Lost in a limbo of being
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
This is not sleeping
Efforts in vain
To shake it awake
A pulse that is now beating at a crawl
Untethered to the body that bears the name
Their beckoning rings hollow when it's called
Exhausting every fundraiser and prayer
The time has come for them to pull the plug
Yet the face seems to be frozen in a half smile
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Victims of the Hum
04:59
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Do you hear what I hear?
Or am I slowly losing it?
Ugh
This implacable drone is maddening
So...
Dull moan of chicanery exposed
Overtones of unpleasantries Oh no
The anomaly is steadily increasing in intensity
A mind or an ear drum is gonna blow
The anomaly is steadily increasing in intensity
A sound most are unfit to ever know
Victims of the Hum
Scratch at their ears when the word is mum
A slip of the tongue
Reach for your ears when the leak has sprung
An impending sense
An explosion of the head
Overwhelmed and driven to envy the deaf
A rumble from below the sand
What a cavity to place a head
When the blind do populate a land
Anyone can claim to have an operable eye
What if the sound comes from inside us?
A crippling case of Tinnitus
Auditory sort of detritus
Brief silences serve as reminders
Do not fall prey to the shark
Chasing schools of vermilion fishes
Essentially kept in the dark
When the waters are muddied and spinning
A pollution of noise
The cacophony keeps on building
A disoriented poise
Two left feet at the thinker's cotillion
The anomaly is steadily increasing in intensity
A mind or an ear drum is gonna blow
The anomaly is steadily increasing in intensity
A sound most are unfit to ever know
Victims of the Hum
Scratch at their ears when the word is mum
A slip of the tongue
Reach for your ears when the leak has sprung
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Inflamed by the chyron's unrelenting flash
The talking head's anxious inflection is all just an act
An amorphous rage is forged in you
It now needs a place to flow out to
An audience ill-equipped to sift through all the racket
A view of a world that's hand-sculpted by bad actors
Deeply held convictions built on foundations of fiction
Ingredients to complete their recipe for disaster
The world is a stage all dressed in doom
A fast one is slowly pulled on you
Unflattering surreality
Phony storefronts set ablaze
Demonstrators framed as pillagers
Upside down Potemkin villages
A weaponized but real fear
Is given a face to look to
When enough lone wolves become a pack
The hell scape they cried about becomes a truth
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To a God Unknown
02:19
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...and when dark clouds begin to billow in
teasing rain that never comes
Prepare your bed
When the elements betray you cannot have your three meals a day and eat 'em too
Every mouth from here to Timbuktu
Sure can scream the bloody blue
But tell me who could be bothered to step in all just to pilot a spoon?
A ruby rill resumes it's flow
And pools around the mossy stone
Misattribution of a miracle to whispers told to folded hands
To a delicate dance
Or to yet another offering tossed to a brilliant blaze
Is all good fortune a coincidence?
To what do we owe our nourishment?
From whom did we inherit the land?
Maybe those silent invocations weren't for naught after all
A ruby rill resumes it's flow
And pools around the mossy stone
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