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Sweet Charity

Save me

The heavens have opened

The storm is over

So let's start the parade...



Raindrops

Will turn to laughter

Forever after

In your technicolor heartbeat

And they say

That it helps you forget everything...



Sweet charity



You drink your poison from a cup of gold

Your gift keeps on giving and giving



Perfect photographs

Of Everest days

And postcard nights

Tearing through the paper walls of time



With sunset eyes

Telethons, Grand Canyon hearts

You numb your mind

With gloves of white and turpentine

Even the bombs and scarecrows will sing!



Sweet charity



Save me

The heavens have opened

And I'm alone

Sweet charity



Save me

The heavens have opened

I'm coming home

Sweet charity



Save me

The asylums have opened

I'm coming home

Sweet charity



I'm home free...



None Of Them Knew They Were Robots



Mendel's machines replicate in the night

In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light

He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud

They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds



With omega point in the sight

The new Franklins fly their kites

And the post modern empire is ended tonight



From history

The flood of counterfeits released

The black cloud

Reductionism and the beast

Automatons gather all the pieces

So the world may be increased

In simulation jubilation

For the deceased...



Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws

Wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws



With my machines I can dispatch you

From this world without a trace

Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place



Content-shifting shopping malls

Gasoline trees and walk-through walls



None of them knew...



I feel the grey goo boiling my blood

As I watch the dead rise up out of the earth

Try to hide from the lies as they all come true



Deus absconditus

Deus nullus deus nisi deus



I feel the grey goo boiling my blood

As the fenris wolf slowly bites through his chain

Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man



None of them knew they were robots



Buying an X or an O

In state craft tic tac toe

Cats game for Joe Blow



Post industrial bliss

A binary hug or kiss

Can be wrung from utility mist



They stole the great arcanum

The secret fire

Moloch found his gold

For the new empire

Once again

The necrophage becomes saint



Lindy hop around the truth

Jump back wolf pack attack

Slap back white shark attack

Swingin' up there in the noose

Jump back wolf pack attack

Slap back white shark attack



Phased array diffraction nets

From full-wall paint-on TV sets

Migratory home sublets

And time shared diamond fiber sets



Recombinant logos keys

Bitic Qabalistic trees



I feel the grey goo boiling my blood

As leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea

Try to save the world by immolating myself



From history

The flood of counterfeits released

The black cloud

The resurrection of the deceased

Automatons gather all the pieces

So the world may be increased

In simulation jubilation

For the builders

Of the body of the beast



Retrovertigo



Before you advertise

All the fame is implied

With no fortune unseen

Sell the rights

To your blight

Time-machine



While I'm dulled by excess

And a cynic at best

My art imitates crime

Paid for by

The allies

So invest



Now I'm finding truth is a ruin

Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing

Staring into glassy eyes

Mesmerized

There's a vintage thirst returning

But I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing

Every famine virtual

Retrovertigo



A tribute to false memories

With conviction

Cheap imitation

Is it fashion or disease?

Post-ironic

Remains a mouth to feed



Sell the rights

To your blight

And you'll eat



See the vintage robot wearied

Then awakened by revision theories

Every famine virtual

Retrovertigo



The Air-Conditioned Nightmare



Inside of me today

There is no one

Only asteroids and empty space

A waste



...They're looking through the windows at me...



Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare

Rots your brain just like a catchy tune

You will hate life more than life hates you



Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare



...Burn all your mementos of me...



Walkin' on air

Up from the wheelchair

I'll find the suicide

That I deserve



Walkin' on sand

Forgotten where I am

But it's so comfortable

Here in the sun...



I only see rainbows

Now that the bandages are gone

Through my window, there



From the skyscrapers

Down to the submarines



Birds and fairies

Sanctuaries

Atop the rolling hills of hell



These words are sledgehammers

Of truth

That pound the iron heart

Of sin



Bloody smiling

Vandalizing

My wet dream is drying up...



Where's my rainbow?

Where's my halo?



There's my halo!



Ars Moriendi



He who hears in the vast silence

He who wafts on the red wind

"In extremis"



He who leaps across the precipice

He who steals pearls from the ashes

"Ride si sapis"



'Ave atque vale'



I shall rise again

Bardo of the flesh



So feast on me

All my bones are laughing

As you're dancing on my grave



'Ave atque vale'



Pink Cigarette



Hush me, touch me

Perfume, the wind and the leaves

Hush me, touch me

The burns, the holes in the sheets



I'm hoping the smoke

Hides the shame I've got on my face

Cognac and broken glass

All these years I've been your ashtray



Not today



I found a pink cigarette

On the bed the day that you left

And how can I forget that your lips were there

Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything But me



Hush me, touch me

Champagne, your hair in the breeze

Hush me, touch me

Lipstick, a slap on my cheek



Your eyes cried at last

Told me everything I was afraid to ask

Now I'm dressed in white

And you've burned me for the last time



This ain't the last tine



You'll find a note and you'll see my silhouette...



There's just 5 hours left until you find me dead

There's just 4 hours left until you find me dead

There's just 3 hours left until you find me dead

There's just 2 hours left until you find me dead

There's 1 more hour and then you will find me dead

There's just.....................



Golem II: The Bionic Vapour Boy



Golem II: the self-perfecting

Lie-rejecting

Human mind correcting



Totem of the living

Self-organized, wrought from the clay

Our king by night, our slave by the day



Giga-giga-gilgamesh



What do you know?

Watch the human life show

OK let's go



O my double

He can pop your bubble

That means trouble



Stronger than a lion

Golem II: the bionic paper boy



Self-perfecting

World-inspecting

Lie-detecting



Our instructions

His induction

Big production



Golem II: the bionic puppet boy



Giga-gilgamesh

Gigagigagigagiga

Beast of burden



Spirit lifting

Master of shape-shifting

Seamless drifting



Shining spotlight

Screaming mobs and stage fright

You get it right



Building a new zion

Golem II: the bionic vapour boy



War-directing

Mind-inspecting

Man-correcting



Our instructions

His induction

Big production



Golem II: the bionic vapour boy



The Holy Filament



In fiber optic illusion

The flickering eyes

By flourescent lights

Supplicate before machines,

Self-reflecting



The legend of modernity:

The phosphenes explode

God's eternal strobe

Through the holy filament,

Graven image



Vanity Fair



You're not human

You're a miracle

A preacher with an animal's face



In your sexy

Neon smokescreen

Lie the supersalesmen of vanity



Even your shadow worships you

In your jungle solitude



With the orgies of the sacrament

And the seal of flagellants



God saves those who save their skin

From the bondage that we're in



I'm elated

I could cut you

And remove the sheath of your ignorance



Bless the eunuch

And the Skoptsi

Will you hurt me now and make a million?



Say cheese, baby

We all love you

But it's a cheap world and you don't exist...



Slit the fabric of the right now

Spread your legs and wear the crown



Tell me how long, lord, how long?

Till I get my beauty sleep?



Now the hourglass is empty

The moment of my de-sexing



Cut it

Cut it

Cut this cancer from my soul



Now that I've made it...



I'm finally naked...



Goodbye Sober Day



Your lips say one thing

But the drugs say another

How can I massage

This inter-galactic ulcer?



Goodbye sober day



Hello milky way...



Pin my ear to the wisdom post

Hang me up and drain me dry

Mend my shipwrecked spirit

Lift the veil from my eyes



Goodbye sober day

The years grew wings and flew away



Ghosts of the past become barbarians

Of the future...

And I still pity you

Because what you said was true



Goodbye sober day

Hello milky way...



May your sun be blown out like a candle

May your sea burn like tar

May your sky be rolled up like a scroll

May your blue moon drip with blood



What would they say

If you went up in smoke?

If I dug you up

And made soup of your bones?



Goodbye sober day

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