(Dopamine dopamine dopamine)
We have been overrun by our animal desire.
Addicts of the Immediate. Keep us obedient and unaware.
Feeding this mutation, this Pavlovian despair.

We’ve become Disillusioned.
So we run towards anything glimmering.

Time to put the silicon obsession down.
Take a look around. Find a way in the silence.
Lie supine away with your back to the ground.
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Unique voice among the many in this choir.
Tuning in to each other. Lift all higher.

(Dopamine dopamine dopamine)
Willingly been re-wired by clever agents within.
Looping our reflections, our obsessions draw us in.
Fix and fixation. No sentience beyond.

We’ve become Disillusioned.
So we dive like crows towards anything glittering.

Time to Put the silicon obsession down.
Take a look around. Find a way in the silence.
Lie supine away w your back to the ground.
Dis and re connect to the resonance now. You were never an island.

Unique voice among the many in this choir.
Tuning in to each other. Lift all higher.

“Hello,” he lied.
Like Velvet, this magicians
sleight of tongue and hand.
Hello, he lied.
Beware, Belie, his Smile
as warm and calculated, as heroin.
Beware…
The Contrarian.

Within everyone,
A scale. A voice.
Everyone but him

Core as Black as pitch
Soul is Out of tune.
Advocate of none.
Beware, Belie, his smile

Will cost you everything.
Cloak and masquerade
His Contempt for everyone.
“Hello, Hello,” he lied.

“Hello,” he lied.
Like Velvet, this magicians
sleight of tongue and hand.
Hello, he lied.
Beware, Belie, his Smile
as warm and calculated as heroin.
Beware…

Behold a New Christ. Behold the same old horde.
Gather at the altering. New beginning, New word.
And the word was Death. And the word was without light.
The new beatitude. Good luck. You’re on your own.

Blessed are the Fornicants. May we bend down to be their whores.
Blessed are the Rich. May we labor, deliver them more.
Blessed are the Envious. Bless the Slothful, Wrathful and Vain.
Blessed are the Gluttonous. May they feast us to famine and war.

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?
What of the meek, the mourning, the merciful?
All Doomed. All Doomed

Behold a New Christ. Behold the same old horde
Gather at the altering. New beginning, New word
And the word was Death. And the word was without light.
The new beatitude. Good luck.

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?
What of the meek, the mourning, the merciful?
What of the righteous? What of the charitable?
What of the truthful, and the dutiful, the decent?

Doomed are the Poor Doomed are the Peaceful
Doomed are Meek Doomed are the Merciful
For the word is now Death.
And the word is now without light.
The new Beatitude.
Fuck the Doomed. You’re on your own.

Time is money, money’s time.
We’ve wasted every second dime on
Diets, lawyers, shrinks, and Apps, and flags, and plastic surgery.

Now Willy Wonka, Major Tom,
Ali and Leia have moved on
signal the Final curtain call in all it’s atomic pageantry

Bravissimo, Hip hip hurray, for this fireworks display.
Mind and body blown away
What a radiant crescendo

Ticker tape Parade our hair and skin like Marilyn Monroe in an after wind

Time is money, money’s time.
We’ve wasted every second dime on
Politicians, Fancy water, and Guns, and plastic surgery.

Like our Prince and Reenies Mom,
all the dolphins have moved on
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Bravissimo, Hip hip hurray.
What a glorious display.
Melt our joyous hearts away under Mushroom Cloud confetti

Hip hip hurray, for this fireworks display.
Mind and body blown away.
What a radiant crescendo.

Hip hip hurray. Hip hip hurray
Ticker tape Parade our hair and skin like Marilyn Monroe in an after wind

Time is money, money’s time.
We’ve wasted every second dime on
Diets, lawyers, shrinks, and Apps, And flags, and plastic surgery.
Now Willy Wonka, Major Tom, Ali and Leia have moved on.
Signal the Final curtain call in all it’s atomic pageantry

You’re waiting on miracles
(While) We’re bleeding out.
Thoughts & Prayers.
Adorable.
Like cake in a crisis. We’re bleeding out.

While you deliberate, bodies accumulate.

Sit and talk like Jesus
Try walking like Jesus
Talk Talk Talk Talk. Get the fuck out of my way.

Dont be the problem. Be the solution

Faith without works is dead.
Talk without works is dead.

Sit and talk like Jesus.
Try walkin like Jesus.
Try braving the rain.
Try lifting the stone.
Try Extending a hand.
Try Walkin your talk or get the fuck outta my way.

Moving in and out of the shadows.
It’s no easy mission holding on to how I picture you.

Showing only bits and pieces
Till the light betrays you,
And your empty elocution.

Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of humility.
Searching your eyes for the saint is an act of futility.
Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace.
I’ve been Searching your eyes for humility.
Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace.
I’m still searching, searching.

Showing only bits and pieces,
Till the tide betrays you,
And your empty elocution.

Float the Piper by and down the river.
Carcass crippled underneath
The pounding waves of adoration.

Pied Piper float on down the river.
Bloated carcass, crippled ‘neath
The weight of adoration.

Moving in and out of the shadows.
It’s no easy mission holding on to how I picture you.

How inconvenient, unexpected, and harrowing for you,
As consequences tend to be.

For the rest of us, so delicious to witness your dread.
Poetic justice consummate.

Not unlike you to heedlessly hoist away your smug grenade.

Arrogant and insolent, you don’t give a damn. Collateral be damned.

Not unlike you to hoist away hoist away your smug grenade.
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For the rest of us, so delicious to witness your dread.
Poetic justice consummate.

Not unlike you to heedlessly hoist by your own vain petard.

Wrong side of history.
You don’t give a damn. Collateral be damned.

Not unlike you to hoist away hoist away your smug grenade.
Choice and bed be made. Good night. Sleep tight.

Instrumental

Red flag red. All the sentinels are dead
-the Tokyo kitty, swallow, rose, and canary.-
Tick tick tick Do you recognize the sounds
As the grains count down, trickle down right in front of you?

Tickle tickle tickle. All your neck hairs prickle
As they barbecue the sentinels and eat them right in front of you.
Hour glass smashed (into) million little pieces.
The count down carry on 5 4 3 2…

Aristocrat breaks down to, Timocrat breaks down to,
Oligarch breaks down to, Republocrat breaks down to,
No hope left in the hour glass.

Red flag red. All the sentinels are dead.
-the Tokyo kitty, swallow, rose, and canary-
Tick tick tick. Do you recognize the sounds
As the grains count down trickle down right in front of you.

(Little) Tickle tickle tickle. All your neck hairs prickle
As they barbecue the sentinels and eat them right in front of you.
Hour glass smashed (into) a million little pieces.
The count down carry on 5 4 3 2…

Aristocrat breaks down to – Timocrat breaks down to
Oligarch breaks down to – Republocrat breaks down to
No hope left in the hour glass.

Ten niner eight
Eight seven six
Five four three two
Ten niner eight
Eight seven six
Five four three…

Damages define our border.
Wall and manner forged in flame.
Knowing little of your wounding,
share our mending all the same

Weight of words and wars we carry.
Im like you. just like you.
Eyes of secret, storm, and story
(But) Show and tell, we’ll make it through.

Sadness, like a pendulum,
Pulls us round and to and fro
Onus, Fate, and undue odium
Armor, anchor, lead, and stone.

By the telling
will they become…
will they all be feathers?

Eyes of secret, storm and story
Show and tell, we’ll make it through.
Onus, Fate, and undue odium
Armor, anchor, lead, and stone.

By the telling
May they become
May they all be feathers.

Chit Chat Chit Chat.
Aint got time for that.

We got places to be.
We got mountains to climb.
Chase the rainbow with me.
Only so much time.

Get the Lead out.

Not one to dawdle.
Got no time to coddle you.

Get the Lead out.
Suck it up butter cup.

Get the Lead out.
Get the Lead out.
Get the Lead out.
Get the Lead out.
Get the Lead out.
Get the Lead out.

Metaphor for a missing moment
Pull me in to your perfect circle

One womb
One shame
One resolve

Liberate this will
To release us all

Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue,
Keeping me from killing you

And from pulling you down with me here,
I can almost hear you scream

Give me one more medicated peaceful
moment
Give me one more medicated peaceful
moment

And I don’t wanna feel this
Overwhelming hostility
I don’t wanna feel this
Overwhelming hostility

Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue

Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue,
Keeping me from killing you

Snip away and sever this

Keeping me from killing you

run, desire, run this sexual being
run him like a blade to & through the
heart
no conscience, one motive…
to cater to the hollow.
screaming feed me, fill me up again.
temporarily pacify this hungering.
so, grow, libido, throw dominoes of
indiscretions down.
falling all around in cycles/circles.
constantly consuming.
conquer and devour.
it’s time to bring this fire down.
bridle all this indiscretion
long enough to edify and permanently fill
this hollow.
feed me, fill me up again.
temporarily pacify this hungering.

Don’t disturb the beast
The tempermental goat
The snail while he’s feeding on the Rose
Stay frozen, compromising
What I will, I am

Bend around the wind
Silently thrown about
Again I’m treading so
Soft and lightly
Compromising my will
I am

I am
I will
So no longer will I
Lay down
Play dead
Play your doe in the headlights
Locked down and terrified
Your deer in the headlights
Shot down and horrified when
Push comes to pull comes to shove
Comes to step around this self-destructing
dance
That never would’ve ended
Til’ I Rose,
I roared aloud here
I will
I am.

I am
I will
So no longer will I
Lay down
Lay dead
Play this
Kneel down
Gun-shy Martyr
Pitiful
I rose, I roared
I will
I am

threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your
recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit
disappointed
and passed over
when i’ve looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don’t see me.
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there’s more behind the
eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a
fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don’t see me.
you don’t see me at all.

Humble and helpless.
Learning to pray.
Praying for visions
to show me the way.
Show me the way to forgive you.
Allow me to let it go.
Allow me to be forgiven.
Show me the way to let go.
Show me the way to forgive you.
Allow you to let it go.
Allow me to be forgiven.
Show you the way to let go.
Illuminate me.
Illuminate the way. I’m
just praying for you to show me
where I’m to begin

Hoping to
Reconnect with you.
Hoping to.

Overcome by your
Moving temple
Overcome by this
Holiest of altars

So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess
That I’ve lost my self control
Beyond compelled to throw this dollar down
before your
Holiest of altars

I’d sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time

One chance
One kiss
One taste of you my Magdalena

I bear witness
To this place, this prayer, so long
forgotten
So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess

That I’d sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time
For one chance
One kiss
One taste of you my black Madonna

I’d sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time

One taste
One taste
One taste of you my Magdalena

my reflection
wraps and pulls me under
healing waters to be
bathed in brena.
guides me safely in
worlds i’ve never been to
heal me, heal me,
my dear brena.
so vulnerable
but it’s all right.
heal me, heal me,
my dear brena.
show me lonely
and show me openings
to lead me closer to you,
my dear brena.
so vulnerable
but it’s all right.
opening to heal…
opening to heal…

you’re such an inspiration for ways that i
will never ever choose to be.
oh so many ways for me to show you how
your savior has abandoned you.
Thank (fuck) your god.
he did this, took all you had and left you
this way.
still you pray, never stray, never taste
of the fruit. never thought to question
why.
it’s not like you killed someone.
it’s not like you drove a hateful spear
into his side.
praise the one who left you broken down
and paralyzed.
he did it all for you.
oh so many ways for me to show you how
your dogma has abandoned you.
pray to your christ, to your god.
never taste of the fruit,
never stray, never break,
never choke on a lie,
even though he’s the one who did this to
you
thought to question why
it’s not like you killed someone.
it’s not like you drove a spiteful spear
into his side.
talk to jesus christ as if he knows the
reasons why he
did this all to you.
he did it all for you.

lying all alone and restless.
unable to lose this image.
sleepless, unable to focus on anything but
your surrender.
tugging a rhythm to the vision that’s in
my head.
tugging a beat to the sight of you lying
so delighted with your new understanding.
there’s something about a little evil that
makes that unmistakable noise i was
hearing,
that unmistakable sound i know so well.
spent and sighing with that look in your
eye.
spent and sweating with a look on your
face like
sweet revelation.
sweet surrender.
thinking of you.
thinking of you.
sweet revelation.
sweet surrendering.

Delusional
I believed I could cure it all
for you dear.
Coax or trick or drive or
drag the demons from you.
Make it right for you, sleeping beauty.
Truly thought I could magically heal you

Far beyond a visible
sign of your awakening.
I’m failing miserably to rescue
Sleeping Beauty.

Drunk on ego.
Truly thought I could make it right if I
kissed you one more time to
help you face the nightmare. But you’re
far too poisoned for me.
Such a fool to think that I could wake you
from your slumber,
that I could actually heal you.

Sleeping Beauty
Poisoned and hopeless.

Far beyond a visible sign of your
awakening,
(I’m) failing miserably to find a way to
comfort you.
Far beyond a visible sign of your
awakening, (You’re) hiding from some
poisoned memory.

Poisoned and hopeless.
Sleeping Beauty.