Tracks

01. You're Coming With Me
02. The Escape
03. Predator & Prayer
04. Anxious Darwinians
05. Panophobia
06. Ideomotor
07. Lonely Solipsist
08. Dead Ocean
09. The Mass Of The Earth
10. Everybody Wants You (Dead)
11. Revenge Of The Dadaists



01. You're Coming With Me

International dreaming reveals a deceit less obvious.
It's the lairs who are punished but the liars speak the truth.
I will never know your intention but I'll make clear my own.
You are guilty by association and I'm taking your sentence on.

To forget is the greatest ardor, forgetting is the favorite cure.
There aren't many days left to sleep.
Suspicius bullets - silent guns.

Here's where the men wear pride outside and women smile through dragonflies.
You were supposed to wait for me, that's how I built this up to be.
I'm the kill the retriever coudn't find, the round that got away.
Just leave my corpse to feed the worms, I'll soon just dissipate.

I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me!
Yesterday's air suffocates me.

See, I have this gift to give to you. Take it carefully, it's yours.
But if ever you should break it, please return it to the source.
It's a shame you've not still hungary - sugared hands surrounds the still. Exhibitionist intentions through the window carved in skin.
I'll shut up so you'll explain to me human sacrifice.
Subtle tears, I loved you too, your desperate hillsides, your forest of depression and your houses built on lies.

I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me!
Yesterdays air suffocates me - I'll take your oxygen.
Equine corpses bored to death.
Purge the fetus like arguments.
Time's up, get on board, you're coming with me.

It's hard to watch you crumble, watch the flames lick your complexion bare, removing the pretense that you cared.
I see the woman facing away, I feel the distance in her gaze.
One day she will turn around and push me back so my past is erased.
Flying birds like kites, my eyes are so full of sun I don't know how I'll ever learn your language.
Only an insect forgets the earth when drawn into the sun.

My Panophobia is based on my education. Reality is what you non-belivers call religion.
You only cower faced with what you know to be the truth.
My faith is strong, can't break the bonds, despite the lack of proof.
You're just one more reason to burn this place down.
Plant your face in the ground. Put you back where you came from.
Enjoy the worms reclaiming your organs.
Majority always wins, I've chosen my weapons.
I'm devolving this place - you can't have slaughter without laughter.

I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me!
Yesterdays air suffocates me - I'll take your oxygen.
Equine corpses bored to death.
Purge the fetus like arguments, how did we go from that to this?
Sure, I'm guilty. Still, you're coming with me!


02. The Escape

Memory is fiction, so the past is your invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
How beauty shames skill
Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a harmless stage
Art gaining post-mortem fame

Oh Creatice!
Your vibrant portfolio has never shown as brightly
As your latest masterpiece
All efforts' fruition in such a wondrous offspring
How did you manage a piece so perfect?

Entrancing passers-by to lock eyes and gaze, hypnotized
Overcome with a need to outdo the last
A child born so dependent rebels so quickly once he has his footing
Forgets who and where raised him and how he came to be

But a growing pain cannot explain behavior of the like
A perfect child deserves the best
But at the cost of what else did you instill this need
To over-consume without regret?

Broken pencils, charred marble drafts
He leaves destruction in his path
Your one mistake, oh great Creatice
Was giving too large a brain

(This organ, like disease, can disseminate beyond your reach
You didn't predict this, a carnal rebellion in its wake)

Strike back with forces beyond his reach
That even six billion can't defeat
Go lock up the aggressor, quarantine before it's too late
Bred to lose sense of consequence
In his greed he exhausts your milk, your blood, your shelter...
Don't let him escape!

Memory is fiction, so the past is your invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
How beauty shames skill
Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a harmless stage
Art gaining post-mortem fame

Throw your blood upon his lands, your skin cracked and depleted
Suck the air out from his lungs, expose him fully, let him burn
Show him to appreciate, discipline the cruel ingrate
You still have the power to reshape - do not let this escalate

Vapors vanish in the night, statuesque guards seconds too late
What rebellion possessed thee?
A dangerous subterfuge, a lonely rampage, anxious fleet
Like limbs tumbling horizontally

Now it's too late - the child has escaped!
Indignant ties, parental constraints
A child protected sets self free
And the ingrate will lie in the bed he has made
As a self-imposed apocalypse finally sets You free


03. Predator & Prayer

We hear you, we don't care
We hear you, we don't care
We hear you, we don't care

You sit and soak in your beliefs
You cling to ice and think
You'll float away to your demise
And won't regret a thing

Allow me to shatter your fantasy
Your childhood dream
I'll crush your reality
The gabled roofs make it easy

I know you aren't kidding
I can't help but find it fitting

We're the ones who hear your prayers
We won't answer, we don't care
So, let your demons in
This is where your life begins

I'm selfish and responsible. I want the credit and I'll take the blame.
Earth created man, man created God - I'm not passive enough to allow some invention to take it all.

I'm part of a macrocosm
That is the living Earth
And like a body or cell
It is my will to keep the Earth in health

We're the ones who hear your prayers
We won't answer, we don't care
So, let your demons in
This is how your life begins

How are you so gullible?
So easily swayed?
I just want to shake you
Break through your daze

Our brains aren't sophisticated enough to understand the complexity and wonder of Nature.
God is a man-made invention to allocate power and responsibility to a tacitile body.

We're the ones who hear your prayers
We won't answer, we don't care
So, let your demons in
This is when your life begins

Believers prefer to be right than correct
In an environment for change, turn left
Sight through mind is imagination
Hallucination mimics perception
Bridge the chasm between blindness and sight
The machinery of the brain generates the theater of the Mind

We hear you, we don't care
We hear you, we just don't care


04. Anxious Darwinians

Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought, creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order's end.
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when.
The sound of self-severed limbs. Broken joints on cold steel links.
Impossible havens harbor them. Damp floors carve swollen skin.
The long-sought elusive passage keys!
Where once was a door, now stands a wall.
Concrete beds prevent digging deep. Leonine threats behind bamboo stalks.

And anxious Darwinians frantically self-analyse,
too ultimately aware to trust anyone or anything alive.
Toxic, parasitic ideas hijack our minds.
Mimetically commandeered to include the suicide.

The privacy of experience. The illusion of focus.
The future is anticipated memory. The virulence of idea.
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order's end.

But we dictate through creation just how, where and when
Vanitas on aged pages, copper violin.
Incumbent phrenology to drain you of your doubt.
Don't call my landscape a plane, you increate egoist!
You're merely a hallucination of my own Atmas!
Volition decides the future as the authors all agree,

Impatiently arranging for evolution's recrudescence.
Visual receptors are undeniably unique in a closed Cartesian Theater, body anchored to the seat.
Pressuposed conclusions, methodic doubt.
An escaped res cogitans flees to an inter-subjective world.
Passive beliefs bridge the chasm, mind pregnant at birth.
The danger, dear empiritic is that to which Narcissus succumbed, and still do, some.

Fountainshead, automatons. To subordinates genetic interest is ultimately human!
Rampant self-awareness in your invisible Hands means everything is fickle, subject to your shape and shade.
How will you, dear eremite program your semaphore? Self-preservation is subject to an emotional homunculus.
And anxious Darwinians frantically self-analyse, too ultimately aware to include the suicide.

Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order's end.
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when


05. Panophobia

Keep out the intruders! Put the drawbridge up!
The enemy ransacked what we had just rebuilt!
Now the garden lies in serene symmetry
And severe color theory.

Roots slowly poisoning
Through strategic seeds planted inside. We're much safer self-preserved.
Let the Dead Sea rise.
No, the watch dogs aren't robots.
They can't defend against their lures.
Doors that weld shut behind you and books that fly like birds.

Crushed by backpacks filled with ammo, luggage carts distracted the defense.
And the troops sneak in undetected, charades begin, start the pretense.
Obsessive thought in royal chambers invites Trojan warriors in.
Little exceptions seem so harmless, little victories, little wins.

And now why has the plan failed? We sit here aimless once again.
With all units deployed fully, how is it we let him in?
All the corporals agreed: zero-tolerance enforced.
But as cold as doorknobs were I somehow still opened the doors.

Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline.
We all fear the last few inches but they're so far out, we're blind.
Each battle lost...

A dysfunctional team, we are, no one following the rules.
Yes I'll do my best to protect you but your disobedience intrudes.
Skeletons escape the flesh like ants through tightly clenched fists.
This time impeach the tyrant!

What a contradictory statement - suicidal self-preservationist.
Although logic understands, prison chambers still exist.
Chambers East and West conspiring, neighbors North and South unite.
With the four working against me I'm powerless and losing sight!

Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline.
We all fear the last few inches but they're so far out, we're blind.
Each battle lost...

This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
Immunity gets sick.
This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
Taken down, brick by brick.
This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
This is the last conflict.


06. Ideomotor

we are the ones
prisoners
of waterfalls

we stand on broken ribs
faceless in the glass
we drown
living my land on our minds
we rob the earth in to reap the faults
(in confront rarely is the way we'd like to frown)
we love to shave two animals
we love the fearful glance
while we all surrender
ferment sigh will leave us all of our bets
(you would work on running if you thought you would make a crap it out)
we're the one you want
this ready water throw
poison
bombs and ants
we are the way we'll be
(made bad dreams by reed men can't send love by clarity)

chair you stick
emotions run the mikes
your valley's overflow
revelate
memories served as mentor
we can cling to dry ourselves

suicidal swans, we're silent to thoughts we breathe
though a spider's shaking round
will i deals am i from the deep

don't men have more dignity
sleepwalking helicopter gracefully deceased
beauty it makes the boys weak
please write the song galleries a portrait symphony

burn iris on both eyelids
through wallsy weathered treats
curiosity stands up waves right vices all you can see
storming the winds of electricity back dry at the city
confusing power with beauty
a place where dreamlike all can get me
lost wish berries thats what normal opened our eyes so hear me dust
this is the end to wish away in the present tense no matter if i walk

suicidal swans, we're silent to thoughts we breathe
though a spider's shaking round
will i deals am i from the deep

i'll pray for hours to the dirt
all your paralyzed answers we decline
i smile and plead

but when use offence evil shot
look roses im a square
is bittersweet

in my waterfall
in it i'll slowly
disappear


07. Lonely Solipsist

Parrot, squatting on your throne, mentally captured, are you?
Foot-soldered concrete rooted in basement, alone.
Corporeality relinquished. Fictive molecules revolt.
Soliloquies like apparition of a long forgotten ghost.

Lonely Solipsist, sculpture squatting in a cell!

Anchored pedometry, concrete throne.
Posture vocal like your inflective prose, tethered philosophy, encrypted psychiatry.

Powers of rendition on a capricious world, a pawn.
Monet inclination for thoughts spoken - never heard.
Tragic auditorium for one Pygmalion soul.
Manas in transcendence through an infinite cosmos.

Destruction.
Destruction is the ultimate creation so, your children, don't regret.

Like those to their divine inventions, like all to the planet.
So, Lonely Solipsist, what rhyparography floods my eyes?
Bituminoid lucidity, in trafficked lumens, hides.
What would happen if your trompe-l'oeil was exposed?
One brain stacked up eight heads high in perfect proportion.

Gravid knowledge crush the skulls in savage rebellion.
Design by observation, translated erudition, so many creators cognitively collide like a pride of pan-psychics.
Upon whom redounds this insistent obloquy? Power of observer granted power of intent. The Painter's brush the Writer's words, the sinners repent.
I declare this pen a syringe! Injecting foreign brains!

Obligor objectivist base knowledge on fiction anyways.
Pass the blame like nested Russian Dolls, inertly decaying. Smite the epiphenomenalism! Erase those bound to faith!


08. Dead Ocean

An Ocean waves hello
Feathers decorate the air
And sleeping giants approach
An absolute nightmare - not having footing to flee
Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty
Grotesque interest drew you near
But sorrow and awe keep you here

The Ocean suicides
Here come the leeches gathering around their host
Hard to believe it, arterial seacost
King of carcass, I'll drown in is death
Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument
Sorrow and awe keep you here while the Ocean breaks
Flesh weighs more than atmosphere - what' keeping them afloat?

Still you stare, waiting for the shipwrecks and ghosts
The moon mocks you with a knowing grin
Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish?
Was your role fulfilled? Was that it?
Are you face up or face down?
Cardinal points are semantic
Geometry is religion for mathematicians

The womb that birthed us keep us close
Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship
The air feels hydrogen-heavy
Your elements are individualizing
Red algae pours across the panorama
Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you
With every once you lose
You forget you ever feared you're physically free

One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow
Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy
Approachable outside to welcome them in
Black holes set in spin
A resource more valuable than we expect,
Wrangled together to redirect
I've been around this place before
I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way
Molding a populace out of clay


09. The Mass Of The Earth

I just wrote to tell you this;
I did just my very best
I went far but got stuck there
I picked up the pieces, I was your vigilant soldier
but the mass of the earth just weighed too heavily on me
How can truth be opinion?
How can fact be right and wrong?
The familiar turned strange, good and evil unhinged.

My utilitarian comfort unsettled
Consequentialist moral reasons categorically examined
Self-knowledge is a loss of innocence!
I heard your call to arms
set off the doomsday alarm,
but never heard back
So, I set out alone
I don't believe all I've been shown

A quest for truth and fact
I passed a desert town
Uninhabitable pastures of ash brown
Abandoned structures littered like an Aerstan scene
But then desperate people appeared
They had lived in constant drought for ten years
ever since pollution got the best of them - wiped them clean
So, I thought "I'll take their curse away!
Let them flourish, I'll take the pain."
I lifted their drought and went on my way

So I'm asking you, help me carry?
I'm Atlas, Jesus and Hades
Won't someone please take this weight off of me?
The destination is obsolete

The journey is bitter-sweet
Logic and consistency do not mix with morality
Justify your atrocities, the trump card never fails
Remove the greed and the ego, and the consciences prevails
No longer empty-handed,
I stopped at the coast to rest
but found a flood of people drowning in a sea of hatred
They begged and pleaded "End this war!
Have acceptance and peace restored!"
So, I drank up all their poison oaths

So I'm asking you help me carry?
I'm Atlas, Jesus and Hades
Won't someone please take this weight off of me?
The destination is obsolete

There's nothing left but wrong with me
Global systems all degrading
I'll take the problems so the World can breathe
And I have nowhere to take thewm so
forever they'll accompany me
The future is much longer than the past
I picked up wrongs along the way
removed them from the mass
But I still had to jettison things
to outrun gravity and not wanting to further pollute

I just left behind parts of me
I'm collecting your tradition, your religion, your depression
I'm trading in your affection to put us all to sleep
So here I lay, bent shoulders, broken ribs
I sink into the earth and all I can hope is to take this baggage to the grave
one more step I cannot take
by the time you read this I'll have passed away.


10. Everybody Wants You (Dead)

You did me wrong! Yeah, you screwed me
But - guess what! I win, you lose
How funny, what you show when you've got nothing to prove
Everybody wants you? Everybody wants you dead
But I want you right here
To see your face when you've got no one left

Sticky fingers touch the treetops...
Could we collapse them with one slip?
Can you really swear by a reality where miles are measured by inch?
Tonight we are two, dipping toes in flooding puddles
Programmed romance makes us shudder, pictures never grow old
Obviously dusting powdery days off your skin,
Familiar eyes are rabid, transplanted to a stranger's skull

How am I to keep you happy, healthy and strong
when you harbor such infection, such scar tissue in your bones
I didn't think dysplasia would so affect it
You know, tonight there is a crime to commit

I'm thinking it through - I'm convinced it's true
You're the beach of my attention but the tide is coming in
Will you buckle down like barnacles, a one-time contagion?

Will you passively wade away like layers of pollution?
Or will you still be holding your breath when tides go out again?
What happened to what you thought of me?
I shattered all the imagery
The pretense was a forgery - I really am what I present


11. Revenge Of The Dadaists

Sont-ils prisonniers? (French: Are they locked in?)
Devrais-je les libérer? (French: Should I release them?)

This seclusion frightens me

What happened to youthful armies,
Manicured gardens,
Proud role models?

Now I sit
Dependent zombie
Longing for the physical

One can't destroy energy
One can only transfer it
What if I never acknowledged reality
Could I avoid it?

Broken tree roots curling up as if to grow towards the sky
Inverting gravity and plummeting angels to hell

Grabbing air pockets to free yourself
You trip on extra limbs
And crumble in

The dirt feels cold and soft
Seems so foreign yet so welcoming
You hear the Earth breathe and for a moment, laying there
Get an internal perspective
Molecule mix and flesh confuses with elements

You aren't sure about getting up
Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the Earth is
The way to live for centuries
Coffins float upside down like cumulus

Knock and see who's inside!
You wonder how the doors don't swing open
Are they locked in?
Should i release them?

You leave footsteps of fire
So no one can follow your tracks
I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back

You never told me that I would get so badly burnt
I always freeze upon contact now
So the flames don't hurt

Does controlling pain make it void
If energy is transferred, not destroyed?

I invite them to all join
Forcing confusion through ballpoint

Did you forget the intentional dreaming and patriotic cut-outs?
I still feel the strangulation throttling me out

This is still not the way you want to end
The leaves swing down to tuck you in
This is where you won't wake up again
I hope you will - I'm just not convinced

You feel the mantle pulse

The fissures throb
The nucleus bellows
You see those around you
Who felt it all along

Black eyes and superior senses
Curious noses seem
They seem apathetic

Should they really care?
They know they knew what we refuse to understand
Prevention only goes so far
Make way for the newborn

There's only so much carbon in the work
Take a number

You've had your time
Get in line
You must be this good to ride

You leave footsteps of fire
So no one can follow your tracks
I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back

You never warned me that I would get so badly burnt
I always freeze upon contact now
So the flames don't hurt