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Roadkill
08:58
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i live inside a bubble,
blissfully removed from the decadence of cities,
writhing in their self indulgence.
i live inside a bubble.
i answer to no moral code.
living in the boondocks,
you find the code gets blurred a bit.
i'm living in the boondocks.
can't escape my home,
but i'm always fucking starving.
i guess i'd eat whatever.
i found you with my flashlight,
bleeding on the road.
you look a lot like me,
but you're just another fucking animal.
weak and stupid.
when i found you on the road,
you were pitiful (but you were beautiful).
you were curled up like a baby.
when i found you on the road,
you were pitiful (but you were beautiful).
you were hanging like a monkey.
you're roadkill now.
but at least you're off the road.
you're roadkill.
but at least you won't miss dinner.
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he left this place in a state of beauty,
looking sharp and dressing nice.
but he has stopped talking
(yes, he has ceased conversation).
and who am i to start?
i'm slipping down.
slipping slipping.
slipping away into a hole.
and what am i to do
when i'd put my faith in him?
i'm slipping down into a hole.
i'm slipping down.
slipping slipping.
slipping away into a hole.
my stability. my conscience.
buried in a mountain a thousand miles away.
i want to take it all.
i want to take it all at once.
i want to feel the emptiness of ages before me.
i want this to tell me where it all began.
i wanna use it all.
i wanna use it all at once.
i wanna feel my lifeforce flailing as it ebbs away from me.
i wanna take it all...
my stability. my conscience.
i'm slipping down.
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Cardboard Horses
06:47
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spake the housewife to her children, prepare for the future.
dilly dally senseless chatter. where's that gonna get you silly.
you're a model, or an actress.
you're a bright young kid.
or an astronaut or a policeman.
you could be all of these things.
all the things you can do.
the world was our oyster.
but we were loved and cardboard horses flew us to the moon.
spake the housewife to her children, prepare for the future.
dilly dally senseless chatter. never gonna get you anywhere.
you're a model, or an actress.
you're a bright young kid.
you're a neurosurgeon or a thinker.
a slice of pie in the sky, as the homes burn.
watch the news on tv.
better homes, a safer way when employment is rising.
and a hooligan killed a policeman, left three dead in d.c.
deaths as the shuttle took off.
failed and crashed
and sputtered
and wept.
and war is hate, and incest is rape.
we're living on a landmine.
but we'd been loved
when cardboard horses flew us to the moon.
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Something Special
05:57
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it's a brave new world, in which we're pushing boundaries.
building up, expanding outward.
we're working for a greater good.
innovation is part of something special.
departmentalizing the world around us
helps break down the walls between us.
tape surveillance keeps criminals in check.
the orderly clicking and rhythmic beeping
gives the workingman security.
creating jobs, aggrandizing business.
a greater good is what we're working for.
it's a whole new world, and it's always getting smaller.
mechanical precision trumps. we're resting on the iron.
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Strangers to Pain
03:36
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in something special moral ground is gained.
we are optimistic that we can fall for you.
we are patriots, yes total patriots.
we are strangers to pain but we will join you.
this is wartime, baby!
and our weapons are armed.
it's wartime, baby!
now the pressure is on.
should you fall, it would not be in vain.
we can't abandon the pretense.
so make us proud when we send you to war.
we'll be watching on tv.
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Joking
05:05
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when the cowboys went to war, they went on my behalf.
the men hang like puppets, swinging from the trees.
they'd told it on the mountain, and they'd shouted from the rooftops.
yes you'd waved that flag so high, but you were just a marionette.
and you loved it.
and we knock down every boundary, then extol in our advancements.
we relish in the beauty, and we're always looking forward.
but i'm sick of being watched now. now i'm growing weary,
and i've become of the opinion that the prophets were all joking.
joking....
hiding in the trees.
shooting from the trees.
killing in the trees.
you loved it.
bodies in the trees.
hanging off the trees.
dying in the trees.
you loved it all.
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Dreamsong
06:45
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last night i had a dream. my absent friends were there.
and no one ever said a word.
i couldn't speak for fear of absence.
give me peace, give me friendship.
but no one spoke because i had turned away.
then we were huddled in a shelter,
curling away into our dreams.
machinery surrounding us, i couldn't speak
for fear of absence.
give me love. give me forgiveness.
but we were lifeless now.
cocoons dreaming dreams...
i'd really like to see absent you.
you and i in this fairly fractured view.
i'd be the one to lose fractured you.
you and i in this fairly fractured view.
then we were floating through the sky,
just vapors in the air.
and we were all one mind, like we'd always been together.
give me sunshine and all is well.
an enchanting escape.
a rain dance.
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No More Sex
03:26
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under the banner in the sky.
the peons tremble in the trench below.
the world cracks under the iron weight.
the soldiers die in the twilight.
the wind is stilled with communication.
the slaughter lingers in the air.
the iron tightens its vicelike grip,
and present death lies upon them.
there will be no more sex for you, children.
there will be no more sweet addiction.
you will never taste of the apple,
by mandate of the iron.
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hi sacrissimi vi armum vel atque viri absunt
dedente- et defessi paulatim animi recedunt,
homines in atra cadet saecula vi dicta.
obsidetur mundus ut a ferro sanguine fertur
caedem- fiet si magni noceant plebes.
et viri omnes erunt aegri a foedis amissis;
machinae terras pulvunt ut pessimus alte
sanguinem foedus invenit- aestuant membra.
ut reliquit animum in ferro, occumbet homines (vir).
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