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INHERENT

There’s too much congestion and a lack of invention
Material eyes requiring constant attention
It’s the mystery lost in a web, in the well
As the spider awakes and decides what to sell…

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Implicit implications, engraved warnings writ on sewn eyelids

Next to “never forget about them” and “fuck your pleasant tidings”

Hiding every heretic’s anthem, holding the threats above our heads

Elucidate all the progenies, surrender sickness without health

Radical remembrance, wrought past ranks of liberated contrabands

Expect the imminent expiration of another revolutionary dissonance

Neorealism strikes the uncertain death of sensationalistic inhibition

Through temporal hostility, arises the final response of failed anthropocentrism.

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No handle on what comes next
Anti-passion makes an empty old din
Because a fearful eye’s pulling strings for thee
Watch on, round and round and
Round it goes, human nature!

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Freaks & Geeks

Concrete dream (hey!)
I’m gonna make a scene
The radio, covered in gasoline
Sleeping in reverse and
Everybody’s bouncing off the walls…

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Don’t blink twice

History repeats itself

There’s fire on the ice

And on anarchic wealth

The freaks are loose

Let’s make a stupid bet

I’m talking nonsense

A secret alphabet

There’s rocks in our pockets

And concrete in our feet

We’re sinking faster

Than the fucking Titanic

We creeps crawl along

And knock at your doors

But open up please

We won’t be a religion bore

We’re weirdos of nature

Here to instill ideologies now

Hell, what you got to lose?

Earth’s screwed anyhow

The darker prospects

Of their patriotic riot mage

And skyscrapers falling

A catastrophic mobile rage

A screaming memory

Of the blackout and blitz

Punk rockers sing

For the revolver misfits

A thousand cries

Of a silent conspiracy

The stereo blasting news

For a planet gone crazy

There’s no future, no promise

No talk of change

Only soul selling compromise

And cold spare change

We live in troubled times

No emotion of fair

Everyone’s hurrying up

To beat the queue on Times Square

In an infected world

So few refuse contagion

We are the soldiers of sanity

Without a metal weapon

Bleeding from the wreckage

Inhaling poison gasses

But they won’t kill the geeks

We’ll save the masses

We won’t start the revolution

We sure as hell ain’t a final solution

But we’re the modern paranoia

And we will infect you with hysteria.

~*~

‘Cause it’s all that I want
And I want to be free
I got Satan riding next to me
‘Cause we’re all bloody freaks
And we’ll give you the creeps
Chasing fireflies and zeroes…

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Industrial Children

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city in a halo of lights
Product of war and fear that we’ve been victimised…

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Industrial child born on milk and silk and honey

Adding further to the growing population tally

Upended on West Street, tales you’ve been told

Dad’s headlines are bold, but your oatmeal is cold

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High on lucky charms, bye mummy and daddy

The grass is green and atmosphere baked sunny

Ice cream skies topped with sweet cherry bombs

Love felt on bulletdrops falling on your thumbs

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After your late night shows and silver film reels

After your curious questions and political spiels

They tuck you in the bed with an open nightlight

Pray caution to monsters on your telly to fight

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Lullaby and goodnight, to the grey stars of smog

Sing along to my song and repeat the bass drop

Doodle stars and stripes, draw your glory wings

Write a poem of death and all the bad bad things

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Buy your perfect array of round candy stripes

Red on white pattern lush, like rotting parasites

Build your playhouse set of meanest machines

As you quench your thirst on cans of gasoline

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Playground games held on nuclear powerhouses

Nuclear family and suburban rats and mouses

Paper planes shot down by the airforce strike

On the mountain of rubble you can take a hike

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Taxes pay the price of freedom and sovereignty

Your balloons inflate and pop like the economy

Selling lemonade on a very busy cardboard street

As your competitors oblige your hapless defeat

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Play with your iPhones, take a funny old selfie

Candies you crush, and your bitcoins wealthy

Gratuitous sales, mix and match your parents

Hashtag social posts and comment your caren’ts

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Vote for democracy, take in their bland charm

Pigs festering noisily on a government farm

Kiss and tell, the check marks are welting red

Headless executions are good and all well-fed

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Pet show of snarling dogs and cheeseburger cats

Layers upon bulky layers of humanity’s putrid fat

Insanity is your most and only decent memory

The acceptable norms for this normal society

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Insalubrious snarks can taste so damned good

Like happy meals and creepy clown’s fast food

Virtual playmates will forever aid you, even daily

As company, so that you’re always never lonely

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Education, get your mind and body tossed about

Disappointment, and the teacher whacks you out

Counting numbers of casualties, learn vocabulary

Words get shorter with age, lexicon’s dictionary

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Learn your ABC’s to write horrible death threats

There’s a red light at the end fight, ready get set

Field trips to open massacres, see severed heads

Interview the victims who wish they were dead

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Arrested bumblings, itchy suits, young weddings

Obsolete sayings and fast-fading trendy clothings

Swim on saline, sip sodas that taste like chloride

The summer’s hot, El Niño strikes, grab your bike

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You only live once and die once, so take your pick

Hopscotch on minefields, break bones like sticks

Blow up like bombs on the longer Walmart queue

Run on sulphur streets and flower syringes’ hues

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Replace your baby dolls with actual baby blue

Your soldiers with guns also have all come true

Earth’s an oyster, you’re the pearl trapped inside

Knock against ivory walls yet it’s still shut tight

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But the little child won’t stay for long, innocence is never in fashion

Snuff out that childhood like your cigarette and let maturity festoon

Legally dumb, legally aged, legal legends, and legal lawsuits

Children grow up so fast, in order to escape this world’s vultures

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Industrial child, conceived in a verdant world so rich and healthy

In an abundance of vicious violence and graphic images so wealthy

Industrial child, this is your own place, a personal golden revolution

Millennia of the ages they say, yet reality is a helpless problem with no solution.

~*~
I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Are you talking to me?
I’ll give you something to cry about
St. Jimmy!

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Societal Defenestration

The world is a red and green apple

Filled with filthy fat worms that feed

Devouring through the very core

Biting through the poisonous seeds

Their disgusting corruption rotting the fruit

Putrid lies turning white to brown in between

Skinny worms in ties, obese worms in suits

The world is an apple; green as greed, red as sin.

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Holes in the bloody flag that’s weakly flapping

Tattered with bullet shots loudly ringing

From the guns of the new revolution

From the screams of the freedom unborn

The justice system also had huge holes marked on it

And everyone can no longer endure this deficit

And they hope one day innocents will not receive endless death rows

And the guilty will not be awarded with thrones and golden bows.

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Little black spider, in the middle of the web

Do you have power and greed in your head?

Dare you play with the connected strings of fate?

Strum the fragile threads a bit too violently, you simply cannot wait

Until it falls apart and falls to the ground in a ruinous state

And drags you along with destruction that you brought with your hate.

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Locked doors were everywhere, and you had the key

The key to huge power, the key to utter success

You unlocked everything from the lands and the seas

Recklessly leaving doors open in a whirlwind of mess

You unlocked people’s minds, but there’s one thing you forgot

In your haste you forgot to unlock your very soul and heart.

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Jigsaw puzzles, doesn’t society just love them

A million pieces of scattered shapes, ready to be built into a system

And people do seem to want to fit into the big picture

Changing everything from their looks, their emotions, their features

But these naive people never knew the truth, no one had the sense nor heart

To tell them that the jigsaw puzzle was never complete from the start.

~*~

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