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Look at what we have made, is it destiny to live forever?
Look at what has been said among the lepers and the mad
Deconstructing your masterpieces built of oil on iron canvas
Look at mirrors and see, and filter through the noise
Lord have mercy on me, I’m fucking overjoyed
Life in shadow and doubt, your signal shining through the darkness
Giving sickness a name; the abyss staring back
In the foundry we pour ourselves and neighbors into casing shells
When we break through the mold, what shape do we sustain?
As the engines unfold, what’s left to erase?
I’m tired of the lies we live in, of the words we fight
The bodies that drive the engine, all the things we hide
They can build a machine adapting with the system pressure
Basic access controls, procedure to a T
All your trespasses will be forgiven, you will not be
Recreating God in an image of a man
I’m coming back from the dead, catch me if you can
Can you shatter the earth, its virophage beyond containment
Nervous system decay, scrub down the theatre to operate
Something’s different here, time is out, end the game
I’m tired of the lies we live in, of the words we fight
The bodies that drive the engine, all the things we hide
I’m tired of the suffocation, isolating light
The chemicals, fire, and fission, and the scars we write
Well it’ll all be gone when the old Gods come back home
It’ll pour down acid above, rivers running with the blood of the young
You’re gonna hear the black sound make your eyes rot out
You know you’re gonna die all alone
I’m tired of the lies we live in, of the words we fight
The chemicals, fire, and fission, and the scars we write
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Said teeth to the street motherfucker
Feet to the concrete, okay?
Said the only time we felt on fire
We were oxygen tanks in a Goddamn hospital
You, machinist, put gas to the schizoid engine
It's a cool indifference
It's a long way from the USA
Goddamn blood eagle across a liminal space
Said left right left right there on the sidewalk
It's a chemical invention and a visceral Psy-Op
Said guillotine spring time what do we do?
A little you stroke me off, I stroke you
You smell like heaven but you taste like crucifixion
It's all simulated
I'd love to believe you faithful
But a 2015 report found that you fucked 90% unintended targets
Bite the asphalt I'm talking to you
You need to open your mind at the jaw hinge
Far beyond symbolic
What's it like to have your image erased?
And as I walk through the desert in the shadow of the real
I'm amazed at how these isolated systems learn to
Deal with names of assorted sordid vices
Your preferred devices for affording your demises
Back down back down, into the pit
You don't even know what I can do to you yet
Back down back down, into the pit
You don't even know what I can do to you yet
You smell like heaven but you taste like crucifixion
It's all simulated
I'd love to believe you're a slave to your chemicals
Fuck
You are the testing ground for a new kind of violence
Pressure to the body and then see how it behaves
Pressure to the body and then see how it behaves
Pressure to the body and then see how it behaves
Pressure to the body and then see how it behaves
Bile, vile, infantile, defile and dissect
Everyone's afraid to die
Everyone's correct
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I recall back when the callous wind
Cut through the cul-de-sac mile, it’s all been still for while
Isn't it so significant
Simple relation control — disintegrate parts from the whole
And it will all go down, and it will all go strangely now
Did you notice nothing's impossible, what's going on here?
And it's hard to say what's drawn across the space between us, oh
Did you notice something is terribly, terribly wrong here?
I recall just past the mirror glass
It functions on cause and effect, what makes us realer than that?
Isn't it such a subtle taste
Over and over again, forever and ever amen
And it will all go down, and it will all go strangely now
Did you notice nothing's impossible, what's going on here?
And it's hard to say what's drawn across the space between us, oh
Did you notice something is terribly, terribly wrong here?
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