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1. |
ConTRoL ALT DELete
05:20
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LYRICS:
We've been replaced by avatars,
our bodies left for dead.
Shambling flesh-space corpses,
being socially drip fed.
We've become nothing more
than profile picture icons.
Reduced to pretty faces,
for someone to swipe right on.
I've got touchscreen feelings,
so, baby, please press like,
and I'll leap into a manic dance
that'll surely last the night.
I look up from screens,
to see reality.
But it's just more one's and zeroes,
in this insane virtuality.
I'm buffering
and it's killing me (x3)
Please Restart me
CTRL ALT DEL
When I'm online,
I compress what I see.
A 15” window
is more than big enough for me.
Without it, the real world
can overwhelm me.
It's all too still,
too stationary.
It's stillness builds
copies upon copies.
Each copy of a copy
brings it's own noises.
The more still the world is
the less my mind is.
I'm focussed on nothing,
everything is unfocussed.
I'm buffering
and it's killing me
(x3)
Please Restart me
CTRL ALT DEL
(x3)
My eyes become browsers
my fingers the keys.
Too slow, please restart me
CTRL ALT DELETE.
Each movement, each glance,
each noise and each smell;
their volume, size
and importance they all swell.
In their increasing
meaningfulness,
they all become
meaningless.
I sit here,
a voyeur of my life.
Watching you hacking,
feeling astrife.
--
Not sure where my cursor is,
it's floating somewhere off-screen,
Sitting here blue-screening
wanting to scream.
But there's not a mouth option
on the book of faces.
So all of my emotions
they stay locked in stasis.
I don't make a sound
not a single peep.
Cos I try to hear
the sound of my heartbeat.
But I am automaton,
watch me dance.
Put in a penny
and twist the crank.
I wish I knew the code
to edit my sight.
To see with clarity
which virus I have to fight.
Memory banks close down,
I don't have clearance to see.
Permission is denied.
Because there is no me.
Just a ghost,
inside a machine.
Alabaster, XY,
no eyeholes, bedsheet.
I'm buffering
and it's killing me (x6)
I'm buffering
buff-buff-bufferin
bufferinbufferinbufferinbufferin
I'm buffering
and it's killing me.
Please Restart me.
CTRL ALT DELETE.(x2)
Please Restart me
CTRL ALT DELETE (x4)
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2. |
If a Tree Falls
03:54
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LYRICS:
These branches of thought
bare poisonous fruit.
These Branches of analysis
don't have a truthful root.
Version of events,
played through with a tainted hue.
The other colours all bleed out.
Smoke rises up my flue.
Sending my brain smoke signals
that get read badly.
I autopilot through the day,
madly and sadly.
But the atmosphere of this place
Is fresh and crisp and clean.
I'm wearing a hazmat suits
protecting from a world that I deem mean.
I'm trapping myself inside,
Sealing myself in this costume.
This depressing skin is air tight,
allowing this disease to consume
The fleshy, blood filled parts
of who I want to be.
Leaving behind a skeleton,
a bare and empty me.
My eyes go white and cold
Skin grows over my mouth
My innocence had been sold
nothingness replaced the screams and shouts
With no real way to communicate
I talk inside of himself
whole interior worlds to contemplate
while ignoring my own health
They found me curled like a fetus
wailing, in my hand a knife
something had snapped, some weakness
I'd made a new mouth to cry about my life
everyone around me
misunderstands what's coming from my lips
Yes I have fashioned a new mouth
but I've made it out of zips
Lowest common denominator.
I've been atomised.
But, I can pull myself back together,
you'd be surprised.
How long will it last?
That's another question.
It depends on how quick I can put on my hazmat suit
of emotional compression.
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3. |
I'm Not There
02:24
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LYRICS:
I'm not there.
I'm still where
I left me.
I'm back there.
I'm back where
I felt pain.
That pain suffocates.
That pain complicates
Everything.
And I can't let go.
And I can't say no
To anything.
So aware
of despair.
I'm blinded.
Unaware
of self-care.
Deafened.
I'm in here
With the fear.
Wanting to reach out.
But, I'm afraid
of what I'll trade,
if I reach out.
Will I give you my illness,
Infect you with stillness?
And life will pass you by
I get left behind
cos I fall behind.
Life passes me by.
I'm still there.
I'm still where
I felt pain.
Don't stay there.
Don't come here.
You will feel my pain.
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4. |
Worry
05:04
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LYRICS:
This old, familiar thing,
with it's chest pounding sting,
infiltrates my mind,
gets under my skin.
It gets into my pores,
inflates my head size thrice.
Makes my heart beat
outside my body. Jesus Christ!
Makes me feel woozy.
Makes me feel ill.
Because I lack
the requisite skill.
To handle people
that I don't know.
To Act responsible
to put on a show.
Like I'm a grown up,
and now you've shown up,
I worry,
about everything.
I worry ,
about anything.
I worry,
and I do it all the time.
I worry,
now I'm doing it in rhyme.
I worry,
and I worry all day long.
I worry,
and I worry in this song.
I worry. (x4)
I worry about
worrying about
worrying about
worrying about
worrying.
And I can't meet your eye,
and I feel like
I'm gonna die.
I'm letting my neurosis
get the better of me,
I'm bordering on psychosis.
You're freaked out by me.
Well drink some
chamomile tea!
And stop thinking
about 'me, me, me'.
For five seconds,
get out your fucking head,
and take a breath,
and stop being deaf
to what others are wanting
and needing.
They don't need you
hyperventilating
Clammy and sweating,
in the fucking corner.
Grow the fuck up, mate
You're not in a sauna.
For fuck's sake,
don't let trust in you
become a mistake.
Because you can't
handle people
that you don't know.
Mate, take a breath.
Take it slow.
Well, I worry,
about the president.
and I worry,
for the immigrant.
and I worry,
about the place we'll leave behind.
and I worry,
for the safety of our minds.
and I worry,
about the kids we'll leaving.
and I worry,
for all the bullshit we're believing.
I worry,
and I can't fucking stop.
I worry,
and I always will, until I fucking drop
I worry!
I worry.
I worry.
Yeah, I worry.
I worry about
worrying about
worrying about
worrying about
worrying. (X4)
I worry. (X7)
I worry,
about everything.
I worry,
about anything.
I worry,
and I do it all the time.
I worry,
and now I'm doing it in rhyme.
I worry,
that I will never be enough.
I worry,
that I'm just made of the wrong stuff.
I worry,
that this will get much worse.
I worry,
That I will never shift this curse.
I worry.
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5. |
The Loop Closes
06:09
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LYRICS:
The loop closes
and the process starts again.
I'm going through a messy divorce
with my self..
We've become distant,
detached,
adrift
we've become strangers.
Recognition breaks down
my cognition slows down.
I am outside,
anterior to my self.
My reflection is obscured,
guarded from me,
by tangential thoughts
and avoidant, self-imposed alienation.
My thoughts are impoverished.
emaciated and starving.
There is no me
to think through.
Just an unstable, oscillating
stream of consciousness.
I reflect in it's white water
and see only froth.
The pressure mounts,
concentration wains.
I feel only
fatigue.
Interference glitches me
I lose my train of...
I'm blocked.
I'm fading.
There is a silence
that echoes.
I ruminate on obsessions
and obsess on ruminations.
My inner speech
becomes external.
Unable to discriminate,
I give into compulsions.
Attention and memory
are disturbed,
as is time.
Time
disturbed
attention and memory
Expression tuned down.
Distortion widens.
Perceive only distance.
World derealised,
How old am I?
What gender am I?
How do I do this?
Who am I being?
Anxiety leads to
panic leads to
phobia leads to
paranoia leads to
Anxiety leads to
panic leads to
phobia leads to
paranoia leads to
Anxiety leads to
panic leads to
phobia leads to
paranoia leads to
Anxiety leads to
panic leads to
phobia leads to
paranoia leads to
Anxiety leads to
panic leads to
phobia leads to
paranoia leads to
Anxiety leads to
panic leads to
phobia leads to
paranoia leads to
This is not my body.
This is not me.
That is not my reflection.
These are not my hands.
I fall apart, split in confusion.
I come back together wrong.
My arms move without me.
But, my arms don't move for me.
I am the reflection.
I am a shadow.
I am alone.
I am the only one here.
What's under the skin is dead.
I can no longer identify with that.
I cannot return to the routine.
And I get stuck in limbo.
It is the longest,
darkest,
coldest
night
of the soul.
I need to sew my shadow back on,
or I will float away.
I need to eat my own tail
so the loop closes.
The loop closes
and the process starts again.
The loop closes
and the process starts again.
The loop closes
and the process starts again.
The loop closes
and the process starts again.
The loop closes
and the process starts again.
The loop closes
and the process starts again.
The loop closes
and the process starts again.
The loop closes
and the process starts again.
The loop closes
and the process starts again.
The loop closes
and the process starts again.
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6. |
The Shadow Rises
05:31
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LYRICS:
My poisoned pens
are all poised at me,
Because I fail to be there
regularly.
I let the nastiest parts of me
(the critic, the boss, the bully)
get in the way of me,
fully.
Cos that 'I'
is always in the way.
The 'I' filled
with self-doubt and dismay.
Who blocks
the view
of a hopeful
and needful you.
And I became
just another mouthpiece,
who couldn't
offer any sense of peace.
Because this brain
is masturbatory.
Same old
self-fucking story.
And it all ends
in a big comedown.
Mania will always
end with a frown.
As the dip and the drop
kicks in again,
and I run low
on serotonin.
“Hold out for the peaks!”,
I to declare.
But instead,
I just stop and stare.
As I drown in inches
of dirty water.
Not prop myself up,
like I ought to.
Layers of filth
accumulated around me.
My skin became dirt
my limbs embedded in ground.
I couldn't be cleansed
it wouldn't go away.
I was being swallowed.
I was being buried.
I used to be human.
I used to be whole.
But I've been broken
into pieces.
I am broken.
And I break others.
I am no longer human.
I am no longer human.
(I'm still here.
I'm still here.
I'm still here.
I'm still here.)
Under the weight of who I am,
Under the weight of what I've done,
Under the weight of what I've not done,
the weight of failure.
(I'm not a bad person.
I'm not a bad person.
I'm not a bad person.
I'm not a bad person.)
Compressed in the crust,
I fossilise in this pit.
I turn viscous
and melt into the core of the earth.
(I'm trying to fight this.
I'm trying to stay alive.
I'm trying to stay solid.
I'm trying to stay here.)
I taint the molten rock,
cooling it
to a blackened husk.
(I'm not toxic.
I'm not toxic
I'm not cold.
I'm not selfish.)
I eat light.
I eat life.
I eat dreams.
(I can bring happiness.
I can bring joy.
I can help.)
I swallow the core,
grow bigger and multiply,
flooding the planet
with my disease.
(I can't hold it all in.
It's taking over.
I am becoming
This disease.)
The trees die,
cancerous trees
beasts roam.
the sky falls down.
Everything I touch
turns to dust.
It all falls apart
under me.
This world is left barren
by my toxic touch.
Those I love
will suffer.
I leave this place,
twist into space,
shut the stars off,
and eat planets
just for fun.
and all that's left
is the empty blackness.
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7. |
Zoetropic
03:31
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LYRICS:
The trope of returning,
recurrent speech.
A zoetropical wheel
on life's beach.
This is a place I often find myself,
a topical island.
Robinson Crusoefied
in motifs and stylings.
Trapped
in the tropic of topics.
My topics
are starting to feel quite myopic.
Is it because I'm only using one eye
to look forward?
Even if it is the one
in the middle of my forehead.
And can I really say
I'm using foresight,
if the same ideas
are the ones that are most forthright?
Vague archaic philosophies.
Vogue esoteric philanthropy.
This snake
is wearing old skin.
It's keeping
the newer one in.
Getting stuck on branches
taking in sand.
This sea snake
doesn't belong on land.
Biting my tail
holding on for infinity
Never achieving
my want for divinity.
So the cycle restarts,
with little new hope,
as I return to this
same old recurrent life trope
Recurrence pains me,
circling back around.
Same old,
same old.
The wheel turns again,
the constant spin of Karma.
Known to some
by the moniker Samsara.
A cycle of rebirth,
demanding lessons to be learned.
Until a sense of peace,
can be truly earned.
To recognise the absurdity
of clinging to a false self,
and holding onto an ego
that should be placed upon the shelf.
To accept the unexpected,
accept the bad and good.
Acceptance is the key
to a life that's understood.
But acceptance doesn't make you better
it doesn't make it good.
It just makes you accepting.
Zoetropic
it's zoetropic
it's zoetropic
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8. |
Nonsensory
03:55
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LYRICS:
Experiences in life
can make you jaded.
Escapes from life
can leave you faded.
But you're still here folks,
you made it.
The wave of dragons
you've slain it.
Try to solve
machinations internal.
Try to extinguish
fires infernal.
Through thoughtful exercise
you can turn all.
The black holes in your head
into a wormhole.
Recalibrate constantly
try to keep in tune.
Recalibrate ideas.
vomit that which is fed by spoon.
Place the card,
read the Rune.
Just don't assume
it's all doom and gloom.
When it feels like
you're forced to swallow a sword.
When it feels like
you can no longer afford.
To live life
without crossing a fjord.
Don't let cost
leave life unexplored.
Don't always
retreat inside.
Don't repeatedly
run and hide.
Don't let your fears
become intensified.
And don't let you
by classified.
Cos it feels like
there are no more heroes.
It feels like
there are just ones and zeroes.
It feels like
you should just say no.
But it's more like
the river still flows.
As above,
so below.
Feel the waves
and Undertow.
Shift your gears,
and take it slow.
You don't have to put on
another show.
Another Mask, Another Act;
intellectual cataract.
Allow yourself to interact.
reintroduce the things you've lacked.
When you feel inspiration running thin,
forgive yourself of this sin.
Then you can begin
to play the game to win.
With no time
there's no more to fear.
Cos all is possible
in the now and here. (x4)
Get in touch with your truest self'
for your mental health,
for some social wealth.
You don't need a mechanical elf.
Cos there's DMT
inside your head.
Released automatically
just before you're dead.
When you're tripping
on things that are left unsaid.
Hallucinating coulda-shoulda
-woulda-been's instead.
So, grab your life with two hands,
and make proper stands,
A-gainst the sands
pouring from time's hands.
And make one resolution.
Total revolution.
Create your own institution
with your own elocution.
Be both
Happy and Sad.
Be both
Good and Bad.
Be both
Lame and Rad.
Be both
Forever and Fad.
(x4)
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9. |
Plan: Be
04:10
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Face it all
Embrace it all
Feel it all
Feed it all
Go back to those places
that are within you
Get back in the faces
that are you
That had always been
That you'd always seen
Make the dark afraid of you
Make the darkness beautiful
Scream as they slumber
Sleep as they mumble
Kick the jams into the dirt
and sick the dogs upon the world
Be Me
Be Free
Yeah, Accept yourself
Yeah, all of it
radically
Be Me
Be Free
Accept yourself
In it's
totality
No surrender to entropy
No surrender to apathy
Balance your imbalances
Fuck off your bank balances
Live vicariously through your refection
Say everything with an inflection
Be fancier than you are
Sleep in your damn car
Fuck off to the seaside
Never come back inside
Fuck off Security and
fuck off comfort
Don't place yourself
inside a tower or a fort
Let your breath be the voice of the world
Let your inner demons come unfurled
Play with your devils
and fuck your angels
Spit in Gods eye
and lick it clean
We are Hermes, Dionysus
and Aphrodite
let's get fucking weird, man
let's get fucking crazy
'cos we already are
stoned apes travelling the stars
with wild abandon
letting loose the dogs of hell
throwing dynamite sticks
casting mad magick spells
Be prepared to be unprepared
Take what you need so you can better share
See the beauty of horror
Be a horrific beauty
Whether it's ska or country
shake your fucking booty
dance, dance, dance
even if they can't hear the music
the revolution's not televised
so Sky News can't abuse it
don't stop dancing
eat sleep rave repeat
raving lunatics
are never not on their feet
stomping, marching, whirling dervish,
delights like Turkish
Rose hips shaking
Faking til making
making legs quaking
I'm giving and taking
in equal amounts
and I'm not out for the count
until I godamm pass out
Unapologetically
I will continue to be
Be
Me
BE
FREE
Be Me
Be Free
Accept yourself
all of it
radically
Be Me
Be Free
Accept yourself
In it's
totality
and
BE
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