Great Vapour. Majority Nothing.
by DiscoAbsurdo
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PREFACE
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Fogger
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Hustle For The Hassle
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Sugar Machine
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Liberty Weekend?
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110 (Great Vapour)
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Soeur
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Majority Nothing
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Cover Art by AJ
(Thanks, Brian)
Layout design and artwork by Michael Crigler www.michaelcrigler.com
A million thanks to AJ, the thirdo Absurdo.
A special thank you, boiling over, to Pepe the Cavedwelling Bandit, and his lovely Cavedwelling partner, Lee. Bandits are love.
Cover Art by AJ
(Thanks, Brian)
Layout design and artwork by Michael Crigler www.michaelcrigler.com
A million thanks to AJ, the thirdo Absurdo.
A special thank you, boiling over, to Pepe the Cavedwelling Bandit, and his lovely Cavedwelling partner, Lee. Bandits are love.
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released 01 January 2013
DiscoAbsurdo are
Morris: synths, beats, guitars
Olson: vox, guitars
DiscoAbsurdo are
Morris: synths, beats, guitars
Olson: vox, guitars
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Comprised of Morris (synths via Norfolk, UK) and Olson (vox via NYC), DiscoAbsurdo are an experimental electronic duo, who met online in March of 2009. Following rotation on UK-based internet radio shows, most notably BBC Norfolk Introducing, the band released an EP and full-length album on netlabel Misspelled Records. In 2012, DiscoAbsurdo began working with indie label DIY Bandits. ... more
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- Track Name: PREFACE
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Endlessly printing off wealth
Imaginary economic stealth
To move through this financial war-zone
Cuz this is the war at home
More dollars to fight it off
But the bills are never paid off
To close our debt,
We open new accounts
To pay off the balance incurred by and attached to,
Our imaginary money,
We just make more of it,
Each play dollar coming with more indebtedness
To a system designed to pulverize
There’s no skill in recognizing
The loss
Born standing on negative, that’s no deficit
That’s a rigged game, worse and worse
Steadily bloating the winning purse
Fake plastic value
Rising and boiling,
Seething under the pressure of our emptiness
Burning those left with the raw end
When the music stops
And the axe drops
And there’s nowhere to go, nothing to do
When you see it’s all a crapshoot
You understand the signs
See the wolves around your share
Like you’re so damn innocent,
We’re all in the game, like it or not
Our shares belong to those who split the hairs
It’s all house money
We don’t own anything but what we owe
Hold it while you can,
Till it’s the next player’s turn
And we retire to our urns
Burned up
By the passing of time
And the rotation of a dime
Be blessed by the God We Trust
And the more we make, the less we’ve got
Pull it out, sons of capital
Make your last withdrawal
Hide it in your mattress, and see where it goes
No such thing as buying power
And look where we are,
Past the brink,
A whole new stage past the era of indebtedness
To a system so perfectly perverted
As to ensure a constant balance owed
You think I’m a bit verbose
Sophomoric and petty,
Youthfully angry
But I’m past it, and you gotta understand
I’m MAD AS HELL and I’ve got nowhere to land
Nothing under my feet
Just the clanging sound of an endless machine
It goes on beyond foreclosure
Scooping up some radically inverted value
Till we all know, and all we see,
Is the monster who put us on our knees
And I don’t care who doesn’t hear me
I’m letting go of what grips me
For what it’s “worth”
Open up the gates of hell
Cuz I’m buzzing to you
Through my irrevocable miserable
MINISTRY OF HATE
I wanna burn down the whole damn state
I’m no extremist
It’s the most sensible thing I’ve said so far
So long to this calamity
I’ll see you in eternity
A bleak, blackened, burned out star - Track Name: Fogger
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Everything
Weighs down on my thick gray skull
Everybody
Is in a commercial
Whispered assault on me,
Soft shooter attack my dreams,
Everything everywhere tear down these shreds of potential
Is all of the noise we make eternal?
Or is it just internal?
(This quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet circle)
Stand up and scream something
Try to believe something
Nothings worth dreaming
When we just lay here seething
With frustration
This n/a nation
We’re so impatient
We see through our own application
Some of us embrace it
But everyone of us deep down hates it
When they spray that soothing fog along our own rooftops
And in my circle
I can’t trust no one
Cuz you never know who sympathizes with the sleepy cronies of the devil
It’s just a puzzle
So don’t get sentimental
No such thing as the golden years
We were always sweating fear
So tie up them steel toes, and go make a blow
To someone’s ego
We’re just a puddle
Open up them clouds and could’s, do what you know you should
We’ll rain down on more than their parade, it’s their charade that we’re after
No more conspiring laughter
Break something, break everything,
Break somebody’s wall down
(And we’re hot off their heels,
We don’t even know what to feel,
Unless somebody tells us) - Track Name: Hustle For The Hassle
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When it comes to politics
I don’t exist
When it comes to things like this,
It’s always hit or miss
I don’t vote, I don’t put in my time
I can’t stand that old sinking line
About
Everyone counts, well who counts everyone
I don’t count, and I’ll be damned if I’m the only one
Funny you should say
That they count on my dismay
Maybe that’s why
My pride has all died
Maybe that’s why I don’t care to this day
Maybe that’s why I’ve got nothing to say
Maybe that’s why I don’t know my own cue
But there’s something important that I get from you
Call it a notion, or call it a gift,
Call it what you want, I don’t know what it is
Not even a voice, but the freedom to speak
Not even a breath, but the space to breathe
I go
In and out, then back in again
Out and in, then back out again
Thoughts run, mostly of disgust
Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them
In and out, then back in again
Out and in, then back out again
Thoughts run, mostly of disgust
Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them
I don’t think anyone counts, I think Corporate
Just does what it wants in the name of democracy,
I.e. the so-called free,
And up until now, we’re just sleepy cows
Grazing brain-dead with no way out
Nor a will to stand up together and shout
Or trample those who caused this fraction
Less than indecisive, didn’t even see a cause for action
I’m not mad that I don’t care
I don’t bother, speak thinner than air
I’m not upset that I have a dead mind
The word is absurd, I don’t want a new kind
It’s cynics like me who rejoice today
And the pocketed rulers who we’re about make pay up
Take back time that was never realized
Our electric rage was always generalized
In and out, then back in again
Out and in, then back out again
Thoughts run, mostly of disgust
Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them
In and out, then back in again
Out and in, then back out again
Thoughts run, mostly of disgust
Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them
Time flies when you’re on the run,
Flee from the One, rescue our sons and daughters
Free fall the fun, we won’t be their engine fodder
Water to some, but our pride will not be swallowed
They try to tell us how to access the excess
But all we really do is hustle for the hassle
They try to tell us how to pick up their mess
They blame us for the catatonic jadedness
They try to tell us how to access the excess
But all we really do is hustle for the hassle
They try to tell us how to pick up their mess
They blame us for the catatonic jadedness
They try to tell us how to access the excess
But all we really do is hustle for the hassle
They try to tell us how to pick up their mess
They blame us for the catatonic jadedness
They try to tell us how to access the excess
But all we really do is hustle for the hassle
They try to tell us how to pick up their mess
They blame us for the catatonic jadedness
Spoiler alert, I’m an absolute fool
But I’m no tool of either side
I make it a rule never subscribe
To either pre-stored interest group
In the polemical diatribe
They nourish us with chloroform,
From the very day we’re born,
And our births coincide
With an absolute dependence on the products
That make us dead inside
Cuz after we bathed in
The kool-aid then
We slowly died
And all that is air congeals solidified
We live a second time
And all our deepest desires hosed down,
They cleanse our minds
Deep, deeply inside,
But not so deep that you cannot find
We all just want to be
Just want to be
Just want to be
And you, you let me be
And in so being
From the space of your freeing
I let go and unleash everything I’m disagreeing
Free fall the fun my friend, and open up the seeing
Not just heavy clever slogans,
Loaded with emotions,
But the realness of our brazen voices,
Raising hell with our real choices
Open up those hands inside your mouth
And let your fingers do the walking through this burning house
Take a tally of all the things you’re not seeing
Create a list of all the absences that make our world more freeing
The realness of our brazen voices
Will open up those houses
Open
Now
Open
Now - Track Name: Sugar Machine
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Surrender your cold,
Lifeless, selfish soul
To the sugar machine
In your head in the hole
There’s nothing I want more in this world
Than to hang on for dear life
The only thing worth living for
Is to survive
Oooh sugar
I can’t live without it
Don’t take it away from me
Give it, give it, give it, give it
Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me
I can’t live without it
No, please don’t abandon me
Don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your
Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me
There’s nothing I want more in this world
Than to get my money’s worth
There’s nothing I want more of in this world
Than to make a clean profit, oh there’s no such thing
The only thing worth living for
Is survival of the fittest
I’m gonna take all that’s mine, may it be anything,
Because it’s all mine, dirty nothing
Don’t even look at me
My soul needs a wipe down just from your proximity
But you know, it can’t change, you know that?
It’s everywhere all around us
It’s my face, it’s my faith, deep inside me, deep inside my pocket
It’s personal, it’s individual, it’s so sparklingly special
It’s anything I want it to be
It’s me
But most importantly,
It’s how I live, it’s how I breathe, it’s how I eat
It’s how I sustain myself, and my family
It’s what I teach, it’s what I preach (if I do)
Every cent of it is old,
But it’s always new (to me)
It’s what I give, it’s what I have
It’s everything, it’s the very basis of anything
It’s my welfare, it’s my percentage, it’s my dream, it’s a cold reality
It’s a ticket, it’s what you use to kick the bucket (in peace)
It’s what I so desire it to be
It’s a wire, that connects you to me,
It’s the reason we know each other
It’s what brings the family together
Among other things, it’s my outer things
It remains to be my insides
My pride, my humility, my exasperation, my disability
My crutch, my perpetual longing, my evil, evil machine
My worst dream, my proverbial Dramamine
Take away this nausea, existentially
Because, my dear flat soul
You haven’t seen nothing
Yet
Until you’ve flown a private jet
But you know, it can’t change, really
It’s all around me
And it’s, you know, how I breathe
There aren’t any other ways to breathe, you know?
It’s the very flow of our economy,
Greed (is)
It’s this very breathe of speech,
Where others talk, it walks
And you can’t take it away, my dear, dear machine
We couldn’t dream of a life without it
It’s everything we’ve always relied upon
Since our nation’s dawn,
Hell, since the dawn of time,
And it’s got to be mine
Because it is
The moment I see it
It fits in my pocket
It accommodates me,
You mustn’t change a thing
I demand, freely, the free exchange of goods,
I.e. good health, a place to live, no more should’s and should not’s
Regulation is no virtue, to yours truly,
It’s a hindrance to my very freedom
Once you see some
People happily placing their very well being on the market
You will see so easily
The manifest destiny of which I speak
It’s a free, freely exchanged world
Of happy, human, hugely successful peace
On this planet of MINE
No time shall hinder my divine bloodline
I can’t live without it
Don’t take it away from me
Give it, give it, give it, give it
Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me
I can’t live without it
No, please don’t abandon me
Don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your
Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me
And so we see, that if we develop fully
The psyche of the starvingly desperate,
Clingingy raving,
Lunatistically enslaving
Capitalistically fearful
For the future
Man of the presently manifest
Lunacy of selfishness
We understand his need to stay on top
It’s his very well being, is it not?
Pity the wealthy, and all that they are not,
Namely free to wander beneath the men in charge
Carefreely accepting what they see
Namely the hell that is life for you and me
This is what he cannot see
Blessed are those with sight
And eternally damned are those with not a plight to be seen
Their loaded share is about to be drained
Just the way they drained you and me
The way we struggle day to day to make ends meet
While one of us rubs their feet
Take your shoes off, everybody
And prepare to meet your destiny
It’s an unwritten path, no one dares to write down
Our voices are our swords and pens
Women and men
Stand up and howl, AMEN - Track Name: Liberty Weekend?
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Every day I go to a job,
It’s not my job, it’s somebody else’s
I just fill in for the man
Who’s sick of doing it
Plant myself down in a chair
And fill in the role I’m prescribed
To receive my weekly allowance
To pay my bills
And I’m not ill over it
But it’s not me
Not even supposed to be
See, I’m just a commodity
Sell my labor to the higher bidder
Going once, and going gone
And I assume that people know
That when I’m not at work,
I’m still me
In fact, when I am at work,
I’m not me
Just a pair of hands and ears like anybody
Once I leave I regain creativity
But for whatever silly means
I can’t tell people that
Or I’m made to feel guilty
Cuz I don’t obsess over
What moves without me
Cuz I don’t obsess over
What moves without me
I’m not obsessing over
What moves without me
I won’t obsess over it
I won’t obsess over
What moves without me
Cuz I tell em:
Life goes on when you close your eyes
I know mine does
I close my eyes every Monday at nine
I open em up every Friday at five
Life goes on when you close your eyes
We’ll
Always
Have our
Weekends
Weekends
We’ll
Always
Have our
Weekends
And I’m gonna need more than that each week
I’m up for sale for longer than I sleep
I’m not gonna sleep in two days a week
Then say, time’s up, time to go be bleak
Oh, but sit down, listen to yourself, so angry all the time
This is life, que sera
I know it feels like it’s the end
But it’s just a means toward one
Don’t get all soggy eyed
Don’t blink all fast
Like you don’t remember when you saw me last
And don’t be astonished if you start to do well
Bargaining your liberty for the highest sale
But don’t pull strings to stop that
Just allow it to such a degree
That you can make it to Friday still in one piece
And I’m well aware that I sound like I’m giving in to something,
Allowing it all to happen to me, to us
Just for the sake of the little shred of dignity
I get from Friday to Sunday,
Convenient for me,
And I’m like so many others
“I can’t make it to your general strike,
I have work in the morning”
And I won’t say it doesn’t conflict in me,
That I’m not willing to lose my job
To camp out in the cold
Cuz that’s where I’d be anyway
If not for the man who gives me my pay every Tuesday
And I don’t have time to reconcile anything,
When I’m making my tiny ends meet
I can’t even think on my own feet
And I wonder
If ever
You and I
Can escape
This nowhere zone of financial straits
But you know what they haven’t taken away,
It’s not our dignity, not our self-respect,
Cuz they certainly keep our prides in check
But there’s one little thing we still have today
And we’re gonna let them take it,
It’s little and it’s stupid to some,
And not everyone has it,
But a lot of us do, us lucky ones,
I’ll tell you what it is:
We’ll
Always
Have our
Weekends
Weekends
We’ll
Always
Have our
Weekends
Come Friday night, I don’t have to be an automaton,
I don’t have to take pride in what they take from me,
I can just be me,
I can be the real me, open up my real power,
My real liberty
So tell em, tell em:
Life goes on when you close your eyes
I know mine does
I close my eyes every Monday at nine
I open em up every Friday at five
Life goes when you close your eyes
We’ll
Always
Have our
Weekends
Weekends
We’ll
Always
Have our
Weekends
That’s not enough
Really not so much
I need more than that
I’m tearing my time back
Right Now - Track Name: 110 (Great Vapour)
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Run
Away from the ones who put a mark on you
Tear it up
Get away from the ghosts who love on you
There will be no turning back
They programmed our pleasure, and they know what we lack
Snap those foggy claws
Off your darkest, pettiest, most selfish desires
FEAR BOILS UP INSIDE
That Great, Pounding Vapor is never satisfied
They’re not going home till they suck down our own
They live inside each of us, set free by the breach in our souls
Once a part of me, desperate ego grown in markets
Now they use the ghost against my better judgment
Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
Burn the drones who fill me up
I’m not giving in
To the dampness, living in the pit of my soul
No matter what they take from me
You can’t take anything from me
It’s all mine
How’s that for selfishness
I’m not gonna swallow my pride
Don’t you even think about taking that away from me
Not, not for you
Never for you
You ugly, slimy machine
I’m alive
And I’m not giving in
To the gaping, desperate souls of myself
Hijacked for the sake of a corporate wealth
I’m alive
And I’m not giving in
To the gaping, desperate souls of myself
Hijacked for the sake of a corporate wealth
I’m alive
And I’m not giving in, and I’m not giving in
(not giving in)
I’m alive
And I’m not giving in, and I’m not giving in
I’m alive
And I’m not giving in, I’m not giving in
I’m alive
And I’m not giving in, and I’m not giving in
I’m alive
And I’m not giving in, no I won’t give in
I’m open, I’m open, I’m open, I’m open
(Kill it, kill it, kill it)
(I’m alive
And I’m not giving in) - Track Name: PART I: Fall Before We Rise
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Many thousands of minutes ago,
I refused to let it lie
Many thousands of minutes went by,
But still I couldn’t go
I didn’t know
Yet,
What I do now,
I didn’t see it
The long way down,
Towards the slope upward
Opening up the bridge that divides
Us all
Into separate sections, separate actions
To and from we are told we can with ease
Travel to meet
On humble bended knee
Representatives of the others
With whom we are to find our newer selves
But why bother,
When the orders clearly state
Move up and break
Those shackles we have placed
Upon thee
Or else be
Condemned to poverty
Mediocrity
Nobody
Loves an ancient one, outdated one
Sitting on his son’s knee
Asking where the world went
While sonny boy with ears bent
Listens to your cries
Whimpers to himself
This is something just less than hell
Something else
Entirely
Not quite as unforeseen
But nagging to you
Whispering in your coma
Come with me
Or else, the mantra states
Don’t bother with your miserable life
We don’t
So let it be known across these lands
Unless one stands
To put us down
Then all around us
Let the millions lie
In lullabying sounds
And quiver your ecstatic sigh
Reign on nothing, glory on high
A crusty kind of misery
For thee
Unless you stand up to me
It’s the trillion dollar question
No aces up no sleeves
Just a solemn sounding bet
A standing threat
That you will never deliver revenge
That you will never exact it
Never take back what you yourselves produced
And if you do, we’ll have your clotted head
Miserable little coma, quiet staggering little soldier
Of life’s misplaced promises
Dishonest of you to think I should keep them
Empty pillows and vapor drenched minds laid on em
Don’t be so solemn, poor thing
You’re nothing
None of you
Lay on your backs and sing
To yourselves
There will never be anything else
But this, my all, was before I saw
What I see
The great nothing majority,
Calling all to become
Everything
Nothing no more, with the score even now
No more bleeding
Our voices out
Our choices are so devout
To the free development of human beings
Everywhere
Killing off this dying nightmare
Shot dead in the eyes
Because we always fall right before we rise - Track Name: PART II: Transcribe The Fire
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Open my mouth, then
Open
Open my mouth, then
Open
Open my mouth, then
Open
Open my mouth, then
Open
Many a moment I can’t say a thing
People talk like they can’t sing
People say don’t walk the walk
Just say what you want but don’t open the lock
Or you’ll be martyred like an evil
Don’t jump up just hop a little
They’ll get the point
Your point will come across
Just because you’re cross at the system
Doesn’t mean it needs to burn you on one
But that’s what’ll happen
If you’re mouth is unhinged
And you start to say things
Just a lotta bit out there
I don’t mean to split hairs
But there’s a line to be walked
And some times I sing like I can’t talk
And then you say, “who’re these lazy neophiles
Just wanna brand new everything, not content with anything
Occupy a park? Occupy a campus?
Why don’t they occupy congress?
Occupy parliament,
Or occupy the whole damn government?”
And I say, I’m on board my friend,
We’re not even half way to where we wanna be
Cuz we don’t even have a map yet
Let alone a way to enact it
Something to work toward
We don’t even know what we’re looking for
But we know we’re looking
Searching, with almost no eyes
We never even realized we were blinded
We just thought it was dark in here
But I’ve gotta say something to you too, my friend
“Don’t close your mind to the methods we have today
Just because you see a better way
Don’t be so bitter about it
Your hostility towards the tactics enacted
Betrays a resentment toward the causes for our actions
Don’t try and close my mind
I’m open
Start fresh
Sisters and brothers in unrest
Undress your notions
Open up your commotion
Don’t just save the ocean, save the people from it
This is not a steeple summit, but a freebie moment
So grab it while it’s hot
Cuz it’s not
Going away any time soon
Not as long as this monsoon
Of fire
Burns to wash away the wasteland
Of never fulfilled promises
Never wants it to wash all away
But just prays to the CEO to tell him what day
Will I get paid for my sins
I did an awful job this week
And I’m not being tongue in cheek, I mean it honestly
And perhaps I’m a lotta bit general when it comes to my rage
But although it’s generalized
It’s never generic
This is some homegrown revolting rhetoric
Cuz this is my controlled chaos,
This is my uprising,
Angry, fiery, furious, indignant with integrity
Don’t look at me
That way, cuz I’m past the point when it’s just cool to rebel
Oh hell it’s the human condition
Now I’ve got egg on my face
But I’m throwing off the yoke
And everything is a joke except the fact that it’s funny
And it’s about to get sunny in here
Cuz the light of an unknown truth hits my eyes
And it’s not a realization but a slow surmising
A ghostly uprising, slow motion explosion
No chorus, it’s all a bitter build up
I’ll tell you what I resent,
But you better not lament the day you asked me to say it
I’ll ask you politely not to pay it forward
Just let it linger on your eardrums
Let it play it’s angry beat on your tongue
And let it make you come undone
With angry faith in nothing,
The cause is something
Opening up our hearts are already so unsung
So let it fester at you
Let it listlessly restlessly bother you
Till you open up your mouth
And let it consume your fiery insides
Your mind wants it your ears pulsate on it
Let your eardrums bleed out the evil wishes
Of an economic heretic
I want to grab every woman and man
Occupying our machine
Controlling the levers of our mechanical misery
And tear off their limbs in an overwhelming ecstasy
Burn up the blood on the floor
Of their machine room
I wanna scream my last and first scream of birth
I am entirely undone in an overwhelming all-encompassing
World renouncing agonizing rage against their machine
Of everyday
Everyday I walk right into it and learn
The burning truth
That this world was never meant for me
Never meant for anybody,
Except by way of robbery
Our genocidal killing sprees
Have blossomed into cold civil wars
Against the demands of the poor
Or anyone at all needy, who threatens to undermine
The all powerful pull
Of the bear vs. the bull - Track Name: Majority Nothing
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I’m choking
On your anagram
You bleed me
With your numbers scam
I’m getting
Mixed messages
You can’t confuse me
I know what your con is
Play opposite
To your cold truth
I know that it’s
The only thing you do
I understand
Your golden strategy
You say boot straps
I say corporate monarchy
Don’t touch me anymore
I just wait to crush you
And I can’t take it anymore
But I don’t want to touch you
Don’t touch it
It’s my secret little switch
It’s golden like everything around me
Asking for it
Don’t ask for it
Please, I’m begging you,
Ask me now
What I think about
You and your number games
Golden number games
Golden switch like everything around me
Swelling with hateful desire
It’s a burning tire with thick bloody smoke surrounding
And it ain’t done till it’s done, sons of capital
I’m not the havin fun one, I’m the get it done one
Cuz getting it done can be a good time
When what I’m getting done is takin back what’s mine
They say “don’t waste my time”
But it’s not their dime it’s on, it’s mine
So give it back crooks!
Sophisticated beggars, pathetic con artists
And I don’t have to be the smartest
Dummy in the room to see this
That they have the deepest
Pockets
But it never leaves those 63 wallets
And the shallowest souls
Well I don’t know from whence I came
But I know my own goals
So clearly
And it’s not too early
To set up shop on a mountain top
Screaming the arrival of their decline
Cuz I’m outside the picket line
But I’m inside the 99
(This is my burnin line)
Don’t touch me anymore
I just wait to crush you
And I can’t take it anymore
But I don’t want to touch you
Hypothetical
Dollar bills
Just print em off the skin of our teeth
It’s an inside job
Such a crippling success
Gives a whole new meaning to the term bank robber
Human criminal
Little selfish beast
Though your collar’s dove white
Your cuffs’re coated red
In a sad, sad way
I feel no sympathy
For the pain of your guilt will never rescue me
I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you
I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you
I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you
I’m just a nothing, nothing is still more than you
Every bit of nothing in my hands
You’re asking for it
Deeply pleading with my hands
Oh, sweet sugared up con man suckin down the fat of our land
Prepare yourself for my sweet hot burning ball of fire, man
Open up
Open up
Now close it down
Open up
Open up
Now close it down
I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you
I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you
I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you
I’m just a nothing, nothing is still more than you
Don’t touch me anymore
I just wait to crush you
And I can’t take it anymore
But I don’t want to touch you
Hypothetical
Dollar bills
Just print em off the skin of our teeth
It’s an inside job
Such a crippling success
Gives a whole new meaning to the term bank robber
Human criminal
Little selfish beast
Though your collar’s dove white
Your cuffs’re coated red
In a sad, sad way
I feel no sympathy
For the pain of your guilt will never rescue me
I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you
I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you
I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you
I’m just a nothing, nothing is still more than you - Track Name: PART III: After The Eclipse
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Can the words give you anything
Beyond a strained ego?
Can the words give you anything
Past a trampled soul?
Can anyone help you
When you’re sick of helping yourself?
Have you ever seen an open door
Empty?
After the machine’s eclipse
Will its rays of darkness not reappear
As though the momentary blockage
Was just its own yawn,
Tired, after a long century of blocking us?
Or will we prolong the inevitable backlash,
Only to revert, after much deliberation?
Or will it even come to such?
Perhaps we will fizzle out?
A fading fad?
A fashion statement, now outdated?
Like our parents’ tie-dye shirts?
Doesn’t it hurt,
To think of bleeding into nothingness again?
Should we use that forethought of pain,
To make sure we enact
An absence we can sustain?
And is it still an absence,
If it only allows everything we always wanted?
Everything our hearts have always plotted?
The future is fearful for us,
Calling all to a sounding and resounding
Sometimes we let ourselves believe
That we can take what we want
What is ours’
But do we know what that is?
To that scared, shaking voice, I ask
Do we need to?
Not yet, breaking voice
But we’ll know it when we see it.
