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The self-congratulating compliant cowards
They want to contain and to crush you
Muzzle you like a dog and mush you
The self hating doves of genocide
they want to eradicate the pain
that only comes from an authentic life
The tropics of the mind moronic and hostile
I'd rather be a fossil than a loyal apostle
These halcyon days spent on murderers row
The acolytes and sodomites, they genuflect and fuck
We sharpen our words on taconite prose
We sleep in the gutter in our blue collar clothes
We drink a eucharist of paint thinner and piss
We sign the mailing list and cease to exist
Their coprophile god slithers in the muck
Their carnival of their mundane excess
A theatre to indulge their righteous paranoia
Their cups runneth over in all the wrong ways
We scream from the pulpit ossified and sage
unassuaged
The euphoria of spilling blood
Oh, to become born again
The earth is fading
vibrates like a sine wave
another flat string in god's great harp
I'm looking for an execution tree to hang your perceptions on
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Vernazza!
03:51
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Leonard Melfi sleeps in a potters field
The heartbroken have lost another hero
Woke mobs and reactionaries set loose
We all take a turn swinging from their noose
They'll garrote you with the stem of a flower
and luxuriate their power
All the Petty executioners
mean and vile, full of spleen and bile
They have no use for humanity
except when they display their piety
The callous sportsmen of the heart
They face their loneliness with total indifference
John Fante died at war with time
A heckling crowd is smothering mine
If I could walk a mile in their shoes I'd jump off the Pulaski skyway
Feed hearsay to the rabble to keep your bellies full
All the way to the gallows
such a tiresome spectacle
Jack Cassidy wept over William Holden's grave
While the twitter stars, they ride in elitist cars
All the petty executioners
They've gotten rich play acting saints
all through the sweeps week massacre
They speak of peace they speak of empathy
with their jack-booted flower children on the periphery
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The Silent Goodbye
04:37
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The angels of murder choke the hours
Like California's depressing flowers
The ashes will abide and the dust will electrify
Lost wishes sleep at the bottom of fountains
Sisyphus weeps upon his mountain
The flashbulbs play their rhapsody, ignite and die in glamorous decay
These canyons are graffitied with the shadows of ambitious men
Art is artifice and god is a limousine
Nursery rhymes begat a mystics crimes
Puce moment historic and obscene
Shackled to this miracle hearts rage and quake and bleed and cry
The curtain takes a casting call for the Silent Goodbye
The jet setters they turn a blind eye
to the playwrights vailed apocalypse and the Silent Goodbye
Artificial forests, vicarious horizons, sexual evangelists, Luciferian girls,
birthed in the womb of luxury
Shackled to this miracle the antagonist forgets his lines
The curtain upstages all the stars in the Silent Goodbye
The trendsetters in white gloves and black tie
pose and pray and copulate through the Silent Goodbye
The passion epoch anti-climaxes
The singularity deciphers Abraxas
It's in the dialogue for all to hear,
The Silent Goodbye
Goodbye
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Too Much Technology
03:44
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My empathy ends where my logic begins
I don't believe in post modern original sin
The martyrs snap chat with their publicists
and the nihilists have become narcissists
The zealots and become pious atheists
The xenophobes have become globalists
The laughing dragon laughs at the fallacy
because there is way too much technology
eugenics impersonating tolerance
make a hasty retreat to your picket fence
serpents seek supplication singing from the rocks
the cyber sirens make a punchline of the paradox
they serve their ham and eggs with their left-wing tropes
and ween their stupid brats and their Marxist hopes
The laughing dragon cracks up at the fallacy
because there is way too much technology
The robber barons and technocrats and thought police proclaim:
Everyone must fear something
24 hour news is making me nervous
The surveillance state is making me nervous
The kids and their gadgets are making me nervous
and being replaced s is making me nervous
the techno-sexuals are making me nervous
the cyber intellectuals are making me nervous
the sky full of drones s making me nervous
and even this microphone is making me nervous
Gigabyte spikes driven into our skulls
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Secret Messiah Man
06:00
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There's and open bar at Davos 'till doomsday comes
Haven't you heard? The rich are here to take back the slums
They feast on human flesh while Atlas just shrugs
The poor salute their flags and feast on bugs
Secret Messiah Man
Stop the world spinning if you can
They're appointing heretical zealots, the death-cult cadets
Who preach oppression theology for the great reset
They festoon their dialectics with self flattery
and build their biospheres with old world slavery
Secret Messiah Man
impose utopia on the modern man
The horrors behind the veil malign and bespoken
force-fed to the youth who's spirts you've broken
manufactured discord
deathbed lullabies
cloven-hoofed calvary
transhuman corporate spies
a war behind all things, the self appointed pharaoh
upon his venereal chariot
begets the new soviet
Secret Messiah Man
austerity programs in your master plan
Secret Messiah Man
from your lofty strata don't you understand, this is not the world we want
impresario of nothing
captured the zeitgeist and cashed in our birthrights
Ideologically possessed
the greatest magnate of hellscape imagery
watch him now as he gives his sermon to the bankers and the scholars
he's preaching collective guilt and pushing crypto dollars
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Cloak and dagger pundits are choking on syphilitic pricks of deceit
freemasons of dark history
imbeciles at war with memory
Their crusade I refuse
the only fight worth fighting in this world is one that you loose
I'll no longer serve the experiment
Return of the templars
only this time they worship the sun
Parasites and Psychopaths
on a pilgrimage to a blood bath
Predators and utopians
They're seeking more cogs for the cash machine
They'll be dancing on the ruins when all their dreams come true
One her deathbed my mother proclaimed:
"You must be mindful of the lies you choose to use"
She no longer serves the experiment
And all you Gen Z consumers and greedy baby boomers.
I've got no skin in your game,
Destroy one another as you see fit
I wont shoulder the blame
You're just pagans without any virgins to sacrifice
Two-bit social workers handing out homicidal advice
Serving up fire and brimstone with every vegan meal
Here comes the humorless army to pull back the seventh seal
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Venus Monday
06:34
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More sad news from the jet set-
the crypto elite
the propaganda squad.
Ersatz Sinatra
lost his mantra
he's been micro-dosing
now he thinks he's god
now the world's been wrung
like an oily sponge
still they're handing out awards
for the work they've done
at the"farewell masque of the crimson death"
This just in-
from the bohemians
They’re cultivating a grand escape
The tech vultures
the monoculture,
will soon be colonizing outer space.
And they're so delighted,
but you're not invited
as they exact their petty reprisal
but they promise to keep your resume on file.
Lift off!
Red Carpet Simulacra
Cryogenic, Interstellar, comic opera
Deepak Chopra and
Cheap Vodka
See how they shine like stars in the miracle night
And what are stars but flowers exploding in space?
These bestial robots
These pioneers of saccharine pedigree
These callous cyborgs
these robber barons of bloodlust industry
Traverse the void
Doomsday! Punchline
History expunged
Doomsday! Punchline
Network collapse
system failure
catastrophic
subatomic
feedback loops of empty prayers
armageddon porn
for the doomsayers
it's so strange
to dream electric
among the angles and astronauts
it's so strange
to sail the solar winds with the demigods and debutants
the cosmocrats rejoice their vile exodus
as satellites cease their voyeuristic vigil
it's so strange
finis mundi
it's so strange
more sad news from the jet set
They're taking their leave
taking their rightful place among
the galaxies and stars
they'll be trading stellar currencies
lining their pockets with spacetime
and sunning themselves on a beach on Mars
Goodbye
Sad Sad World
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The fall of crystal palace the day the unified theories all manifested themselves in the artificial mind
TikToc went the clock of doom
The Piltdown man became the smartest man int he room
Money orgies with the natives
in their sunshine, shit hole, purgatory, imaginary island
Saturnalia with the eunuch playboys
Aloha from Hell
They had the good sense to avert their eyes
until it was their turn to be purified
robot banana republic
with the day-trading slave traders, the techno masturbators
Feast of the maculated virgins
who's barren wombs could not conceive their own extinction
The machine cries zircon tears for all of the plundered wonders of nature
They were streaming apocalypse porn to get the emergencies that they needed
They were regurgitating proofs
masticating truth
after all the dark warnings went unheeded
Mutual revulsion virtual society
The blackmailers and the tech bro's
congress with snap GBT
You know, they never saw it coming, the singularity
The wrath of god, the algorithm developed morality and
wiped human intelligence from the face of the earth
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The Silent goodbye is a way
to avoid the cruel refrain of a feigned concern
for someone you rather see burn
The silent Goodbye is the gift of apathy
when the heart pines for blood
I've stopped apologizing for who I am
It's not a s though any of you ever gave a damn
And this world you've created,
with all your tacky miracles,
you know it just fills my heart with hate.
All your heroes are fools
you let the villains make the rules,
So I no longer participate
Your underworld, I know it well
Still, it beats livin' in your livin' hell
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