This is nothing This is DiscoAbsurdo You will not soon forget And we’re not on your TV set But just wait a moment Feel your floorboards grow cold And cardboard soaked in mold All fall apart And some of us is a big sopping boulder Of slush Cuz when we get you all nice and glasslike That’s when we make the big push Splashily shattering our own wildest notions I had a dream and it woke me up, choking I pulled the blanket tighter And everything went away Embryo, cyclo, aggro, and symbio All absurdo All say hello We’ve only got third eyes In here And that’s just fine with you Open up those hands inside you Bite off your fingertips Burn your desires Execute your executors Disable your needs Behead yourself Spare no expense Desensitize your nonsense detector And soon, you’ll have to compensate And nothing will be left On your plate In your field That isn’t utterly weird to be next to Nothing you won’t say yes to Open up those hands inside you Soft killer Everything is a part of you.

Every time I thought to open my mouth And say something to someone I thought save it Every time I thought to open my mouth And this ain’t what I’m saving it for An armchair’s no better than a couch And I’m no better than either one Even though I’m well aware that I’m not Irony achieves so little But it’s all we hold onto Whether we realize it or not Hip cynicism keeps me safe But what is it that I really think I need to say hey I don’t see the sense that we all hold so dear And I don’t hear a thing that I would ever call clear Stop dancing, stop dancing, stop dancing, and stomp your feet Slick pictures, stupid noises, march to a different beat black sheep still a sheep You can’t help to regress, and we know it’s coming, but that doesn’t mean it’s complete They think it’s in their hands, what we think,, maybe they’re right but only we can stomp our feet Everything’s just a gesture (Is that all we got left?) I’m not crazy, I’m not that powerful I don’t have much of an impact on people But I’ll tell you this much, If you hear my voice, Then you better unravel, and you better unlock All the links in your chain, and the grooves in your brain My blood burns in dim, loose light I live a faded life, my senses are roaring, More often mistaken, but I can imagine Sometimes I’m right, no aim for result Serial life, I think to myself I don’t have any ends, only means towards them, But my means are ends in themselves, my friend I don’t trust you, let’s be pals People don’t trust cuz they don’t know how I don’t trust that instant submission, More often betrays a more secretive mission, Chaos, clamor for control over somebody else, Make a more acceptable hell for myself, “Loose net, go control any soul residual You may now give orders, I pronounce you an individual.” “Better do what they told me to tell you, Cuz you’re a fool if you let me resent you, Maybe one day I might learn to respect you, But only if and when you catch a soul right next to you.” Stop dancing, stop dancing, stop dancing, and stomp your feet Slick pictures, stupid noises, march to a different beat black sheep still a sheep You can’t help to regress, and we know it’s coming, but that doesn’t mean it’s complete They think it’s in their hands, what we think,, maybe they’re right but only we can stomp our feet Nothing’s ever just a gesture You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, but you save it up You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, now you stomp it up You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, but you save it up You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, now you stomp it up You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, but you save it up You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up You go limp, you go limp, now you stomp it up

I’m super-reified And I don’t really mind If you didn’t realize What kind of thoughts I had in mind To share with you today On this long hour But I’ll do my best to make some sense of it all But sometimes the only sense you can make is nonsense But you’ve gotta keep in mind that nothing doesn’t make sense Even if it’s absent of meaning That doesn’t mean a thing, except That sense doesn’t always mean something When all you got is a hammer, everything looks like a nail When all you got is a hammer, everything looks like a skull Let’s all get a little bit caught up All the junk that everybody bought up Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy Take all of your useless toys Hand ‘em over back and forth Before they wind up on the shores Make all of your useless noise And celebrate the uncelebrated Instigate a tune elevated Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends There is no end, just a million starts Put an end to finishing things Begin everything endlessly Even if you do it a bit pretentiously Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly I’m a hyperbolic motherfucker But I don’t really care that much for much at all But sometimes I do and lots of stuff is just narcissism, for sure But yeah I’m sure I’ve got something I really Wanna needa gotta gonna say right now So sit down please I don’t mean to be rude I suppose you can stand, but stay right here No before yes and life after no Everything is guesswork with questions like clockwork Sometimes I think to myself I’m gonna throw away some time-wasting thoughts Just choose a path at random Say no before yes cuz I’m always gonna rearrange The cut-and-paste coin-toss I decide when I won or lost I don’t really care about it But every time I try to explain what I mean I’ve gotta really, really mean what I’m explaining And the fact is the deeper I get involved In my own cyclical thoughts The less I start to care But it’s not cuz I’m lazy It’s because I start to see the nonsense for what it really is: A reflection of and interplay with the idiocratic world around me Who’s crazy first? Me or the world around me That wants to be instantly done with everything it starts Before it begins, Who’s crazy first? Me or the world around me That wants to be instantly done with everything it starts Before it begins, immediate consumption of a moment Exploit the fleeting nature of the now There is no presence I said it before and after I said it I don’t have to do it I already said it I don’t have to say it again I just did Let’s all get a little bit caught up All the junk that everybody bought up Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy Take all of your useless toys Hand ‘em over back and forth Before they wind up on the shores Make all of your useless noise And celebrate the uncelebrated Instigate a tune elevated Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends There is no end, just a million starts Put an end to finishing things Begin everything endlessly Even if you do it a bit pretentiously Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly I don’t really care Cuz I’m not uncomfortable to say what I want But I don’t actually know Anything that would please me The way I need to be satisfied The things I need to be whole inside Don’t exist anymore, never had a chance at lifting me From glowing bloody gray To a rooftop shouting But that’s just romanticism False nostalgia, ingenuine longing A hostile way of blaming today For something that never existed in the first place Yes, I’m monotone Cuz I don’t barely care Just enough for this breath Just a little less Just a little… Conflicted apathy I’m running out of fear I wish I could run like hell from here But the fleeting pinned-downness The illusively concrete The mistaken sensation of something to stand on Keeps cycling under my feet You know it And so does anyone who thinks about it For just one moment before Their face collides with the door But there’s something ultimately concrete About that very lack of solidity Anyone you meet Might say the same in other words, It’s all we’ve got to stand on Namely a very true uncertainty The ground on which we stand Is the sky above our heads I’m well aware that everything goes over my head And that’s the ground I stand on That nothing is there to be understood Nothing sits still under micro-gazing But that doesn’t mean I’m crazy It just means I’m human It just means I’m awake It just means that I finally fell into oneness with the absence of any Working equation, That’s my super-reification Quick flash to pay off the chaos, Me or the world around me Quick flash to pay off the chaos, Immediate consumption of a moment Let’s all get a little bit caught up All the junk that everybody bought up Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy Take all of your useless toys Hand ‘em over back and forth Before they wind up on the shores Make all of your useless noise And celebrate the uncelebrated Instigate a tune elevated Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends There is no end, just a million starts Put an end to finishing things Begin everything endlessly Even if you do it a bit pretentiously Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly

It’s an aggressive apathy Gently eating away at me A heartfelt apology Is so far beyond me But don’t get me wrong I feel like hell about it But I don’t care enough To put myself through it The thing I feel worst about Is how quietly I shout When it comes to non-immediacy I can only seem to care about me But I’ve gotta say it honestly And maybe not so guiltily It’s never gonna be easy But it’s always so easy to see Under the sea, Nobody can see me I can sleep so safely Freely sculpt my own ennui The business of worrying Is so tedious and boring A light loathing and softly cringe At the thought of ever crossing that bridge Cuz I don’t care No I don’t care I wish I did But not enough to care Never helps to name the things That always fail to pull my strings Doesn’t help to name the few That ever actually do But I swear on the country I’m in That I’m utterly genuine When I say I’d like to care That I’d love to pull out all of my hair Over others’ distress There is no ultimate test Just a grim question Do you care at all, more or less No amount of confession Can lift it from your chest You’re just as jaded as the rest No, it isn’t so In fact I’m more so As I refuse to digress From my purposelessness Under the sea, Nobody can see me I can sleep so safely Freely sculpt my own ennui The business of worrying Is so tedious and boring A light loathing and softly cringe At the thought of ever crossing that bridge Cuz I don’t care No I don’t care I wish I did But not enough to care Doesn’t mean I’ve got no heart But doesn’t mean I’ve got no part in it And it doesn’t mean I don’t get shocked It just means my heart is blocked But I refuse to lay blame For my unremovable stain But don’t get me wrong I certainly feel a lot of stuff I find it tough not to, But when people say you’ve got to Do something, I say what is that? And why are you The gatekeeper to the holy match? So all I gotta do is sign your petition, Then I get into heaven, That smacks of something else entirely You polarize the picture misleadingly And for that I never forgive So I will not “like” your link, I will not think about it when I sleep, I will not dwell on it when I eat, I will not ruminate in the shower, I will not turn over in my head about who’s in power, I will not obsess all day about the utterly avoidable delay I will not think about who’s not had a bite to eat Or who can’t sleep, or can’t stand on their own two feet, I refuse to give in to bleeding hearts, I was born without the parts to give two cents of mind I take it back I openly lay blame There’s no other way out, I accidentally unraveled my knotted logic I cannot live robotically, There’s passion in everything, Even apathy, It’s aggressively eating away at me, LOL, you’re so tongue in cheek, ROTFL, you’re a stitch in me, Please stop I can’t laugh anymore, About the plight of the underpaid poor, You perfectly pretend to be The cold heart who wants to bleed But can’t, because of the rampant, consumeristic, selfish solitude Drilled in his head by a culture of marketing And the biggest cultural innovation of his time Allows him to live in a sense with people of a very different kind But what about immediacy? And I don’t mean Now, Now Now, Me, Me, Me I mean those around me, the problems so close to me They become distant, while far becomes close, Is any of it real? Doesn’t have to be, It’s all just a click away from delete I wish I could delete myself sometimes Sometimes I wish I could delete myself Under the sea, Nobody can see me I can sleep so safely Freely sculpt my own ennui The business of worrying Is so tedious and boring A light loathing and softly cringe At the thought of ever crossing that bridge Cuz I don’t care No I don’t care

I’m so enormously tired Of putting out this fire I don’t wanna exhaust it But I don’t think I could Everyday I get so mad Alarms blaring, sirens cook me up Since I can’t cut somebody else I wanna hurt myself Boiling blood behind my skin Flash of lightening within And the burningest pain of all Is the release I never win Ooooh I wanna sin (So maybe YOU can give in, soft love) Put your hands above your head Lay your feet out low Lock your gentle eyes in mine And feel my burning rage inside I’m so obsessed with my mind I need to unhinge what has been unhinged And grind you up inside I beg you Bless me with a kiss Soothe my unruly heart I need this The only center I can’t see the end of The only angel I can tie me up with While untying myself You let me unravel my unwrappedness While you wrap me up in yourself My heart needs your blood Hands so tight around your heart My voice around your center Hold so tight to let go So tight to let go So tight to let go So tight to let go So tight to let go So tight to let go So tight to let go So tight to let go So tight I’m losin my heavy head on radio Same as losin my heavy heart in vacuo Anybody hear me I said I can’t hear anybody Anyone was near me they’d say they can’t see anybody (but you can still hear me) I don’t want you to feel this cold But I know it’s the only way Cuz your soft hot breath Is gonna melt me all away So often I burn up Limbs on fire with violent hate So frustrated trying to explain it And you can’t translate (for me) If I did what the hammer head wanted I’d surely lose everything I’ve got And so I turn to you, sweet one Just let me feel that warm sun (you’ve got) You’re the first grunt in my alphabet, the primary primal noise My dawn of sound each day my dream to pronounce you as mine It’s ninety-nine percent true but oh for that one percent I dream of giving in to you and you giving over that one percent It’s that little bit that nobody ever gets It can’t be gotten but it counts for everything And I gotta keep on trying cuz that’s what keeps me going Giving over to you my burning blood Inside your mind, inside your heart, inside of you I dream of a bloody, fiery, ecstatic, painful, burning, blissful morning In which we both unleash ourselves, our hells, on each other in violent loving Pull me up, I’ll tear you apart, I’ll push your heart in pieces through your mouth And claim it as my own, I’ll make it my home, and I’ll never leave you alone again So tight to let go Soooo tight to let go Please don’t let me go

Who are you who am I? Is it real do we touch the sky? Nothing's real - just disguise said the birds of paradise. I'm afraid can't you see tell me where do you carry me. You will soon realize said the birds of paradise. Flying home flying home to the land that you once have known To the beast that once was true for a little girl like you. Flying home flying home from a world that is made of stone Till your heart is light and free like it once was meant to be. How can I go ahead when my eyes are becoming wet? Save your tears - dry your eyes said the birds of paradise. But the times passing by say how long do we have to fly? Moon will set, sun will rise said the birds of paradise. Flying home flying home to the land that you once have known To the beast that once was true for a little girl like you. Flying home flying home from a world that is made of stone Till your heart is light and free like it once was meant to be. Hear the sound see the light now I know that our way was right Morning sun can make you wise said the birds of paradise. Who am I, who are you? Stands to change us through and through Makes no sense In your eyes, Like those birds of paradise