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Neutral Evil
03:15
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On a pre-fab throne, in a gilded cage
A heap of flesh, debauched and depraved
Picking your teeth with the bones of slaves
Humanity sealed under layers of rust
The order of things is essentially just
And your hands are clean if your mouth stays shut
Keep digging that hole
Keep digging that hole
Keep digging that hole
Now your compass spins
In a forest of sin
Heroin chic
And a cocaine grin
You say you did it this once
But never again
Is your stomach full and your conscience clear?
The judgement day is drawing near
If there’s nothing to hide you have nothing to fear
Keep digging that hole
Keep digging that hole
Keep digging that hole
Look in the mirror
Repeat to yourself
“I’m still a good person”
The razor of virtue is at your gates
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Cloudwatching
04:37
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The only art is naïve
Unbound by knowledge and technique
Cynical eyes and wooden skin
Symptoms of the traumas time inflicts
Cemeteries of ambitions
Summer fields of young romances
Languishing in lurid sunlight
A fallow promised land
All the things I thought I’d figured out
Are still mysteries
Shapes in the clouds
Giving way to uncertainty
On a road trip with a friend
The parallax of the ocean behind the trees
Life fecund with possibilities
But the highway always ends
Strands us in a town exactly like the one we left
The same malaise and debt
Our imaginations dim
Smothered but latent
Gasping for oxygen
Because the answers we have settled for
Don’t lead anywhere
We’re laid in our graves
Hollowed out and self-estranged
All the things I thought I’d figured out
Are still mysteries
Shapes in the clouds
Giving way to uncertainty
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Ordinary Things
04:08
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There is meaning in the quiet things
The sunlight through the leaves
Stirring softly in the breeze
A message buried in the mess of things
An image that resolves
Within the chaos that you see
There’s no perfection, just the way it is
I want to dig down into the heart of it
Portent hides in ordinary things
In your breath against my cheek
In the moments before sleep
A shifting mass within the empty space
Stretching out through time
Something too big to notice me
A carbon chain with such simple needs
But I want to reach into the heart of it
I want to catch it in a song
Catch it in a song
A mammal’s love is such a heavy thing
It weighs him to the earth
From the moment of his birth
Stains his dreams with dread and ecstasy
Until he sleeps for good
The message never understood
But there is joy in the mystery
The gentle tug of strings leading back to the heart of it
I want to catch it in a song
Catch it in a song
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Ghosts of Futures Past
06:28
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Mirrors facing inward
Holding pattern culture
Instrumental reason
Innovating monsters
Drifting through the ages
Creatures without context
Floating signifiers
In a sea of white noise
We are nowhere
And no-when, and no-one
Nodes of hunger
For all things, and all now
Sucked into its logic
Mammon’s infinite mass
Swimming in its shadow
Ghosts of futures past
We are nowhere
And no-when, and no-one
Nodes of hunger
For all things, and all now
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Everything sacred will be profaned
The stars will be darker, their secrets explained
On spreadsheets and circuits our souls are laid bare
Everything solid melts into air
Our homes and histories will be erased
The bounty of our toils all left to waste
Glass cities of the dead will form a new terrain
Where nothing new can grow, nothing human can remain
Everything you love will be eaten alive
Our horizons will recede to fit onto a screen
The last frontier will close, entomb us with our memories
Our selves sold back to us, endless fantasy
Holographic time folding in eternally
Everything you love will be eaten alive
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Novus spero San Diego, California
Gospel of the final human century.
San Diego, CA / Hemet, CA / Flagstaff, AZ
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