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I’m not sick, I’m the guy next door
Down at the store; you’ve seen me before
Capture by day and butcher by night
Under the flicker of a pale neon light
I’m cheerful and friendly, and a little overweight
I’m really not a psycho (that’s not a pleasant trait)
Cold storage holds my unfortunate select
I’m an organised killer, just like you’d expect
Netted and restrained
Gasping, twisting prey
Wrenched from life of freedom
My catch of the day
Their lives I put on ice
As I strip them and then slice
I sweat and reek of fish
But I’m really very nice...
My gloved hand wields the blade
By which skin is scaled and flayed
Nonchalant as I wrangle the guts
And toss them in the waste
My decapitated victims
Deboned, pounded and splayed
AM chitchat fills the air
As their bodies I degrade
At any given time I might hunt right near a school
But I prefer them meaty
And won’t bother if they’re small
I tend to kill at random, though I guess I have a sort
Because sometimes I’ll let go
One of the victims that I’ve caught...
Flesh teeters on the razors edge as organs I negate
On my stainless steel work bench
Where I calmly maim and mutilate
Gaping mouths, bulging eyes
Thrashing bodies bleeding
But please don’t call me heartless
It’s okay, they don’t have feelings
(Lead: Unprovoked assault & battery)
Headless corpse-piles mount
In greasy decadence
Battered bodies oiled
In delicious resplendence
Ritualistically bathing the dead
In my thick white goo
But this is nothing sexual
(It is just what I need to do)
Unrecognisable, headless, disguised
Dusted and done... Totally fried
Remains are assaulted
With vinegar and day-old grease
But you won’t read about this slaughter
In the newspapers in which I wrap the deceased
A life as cheap as chips in this grisly swag
Saturated fats now soaking through your body bag
I wont stop this murder
And the flesh I’ll never waste
I’ll even take a nibble...
Even though I’m tired of the taste
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Clickbait Neurocide
06:13
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Another revolution ... Another frivolation
Another diversion ... Another cessation
Another fabrication ... Another dilution
Another derision ... Another execution
Itchy fingertips twitch to gather
Trivial lists and pseudo data
The distractions now not far apart
You are quite the multitasker
Excerpts whittled to the bone
Cortisol bursts from rife infomania
Ellipses lead you by the hand
As semantic pathways are severed
On factoids we feed...
...Misinformation to glean...
...Opioids flow...
...The striatum slows
(Lead: A new viral scourge)
Crystallized memories desiccated
Thirst for knowledge inexorably parched
Now quenched by the monetised streams
With hyper-immediacy, so stark
Forget everything you’ve ever learned and
Replace that with ‘What happens next...’
A new generation to quantify
Destroy our way to retain and index
Thrilling technology
The nucleus accumbens
Rewards for the minutiae
By which we are encumbered
Rank tidbits and morsels
Now clutter up your mind
Tilting novelty bias
Cognitively compromised
Dopamine addicts frenziedly click
Learning cortex rewired
Another day, another dolour
Neurologically expired
Biologically wasting slime
Brain function nullified
Prior knowledge is retired
Your basal ganglia now atrophied
Fragmented and scrambled
Our fucking teasment grows
This terminal, sad discourse
Erudition in its death-throes
Stripped and sterilised
Diffused and dumbed down
Destined to suck you under
Awash in infotainment you drown
Sanitised and digitised
A hi-res devolution
Pacified and quantised
Encephalopathy by computers
The human racehorse has tripped
The curtain is wheeled out
Just as we won’t see
As our own lights go out
(Lead: Keybored pandemic)
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Here I rest in an unspoilt tomb
Verily, I decay in a coffin full of maggots
Wiggly worms bore and eat me away
Recumbent, but encumbered
In a state of lascivious repose
Won’t someone covet this corpse...
Deflower my funereal rose?
(Lead: Withering heights)
Don’t be shy, I won’t bite
(Zombies are make-believe)
It’s just so lonely and quiet
Six feet deep in eternal sleep
Libidinous limbo, waiting
Purulently patiently wasting
A decomposing debutante
Who’s dead keen on dating
Come jump these bones...
Cajole and cavort in a carcass caress
Love my remains...
Dressed up to the nines in bereavement best
So many lies; they are all talk
Ne’er fondle the gone
Who’ll ruffle this husk?
Desperate and lifeless
My holes are sewn shut
Won’t someone molest this skeleton?
Not getting older, I do have all day
However, I’m anxious for a roll in the hay
I’m pretty dead, in mud lust congealed
I want to knock boots but my casket’s still sealed
A paled romance...
A moment’s silence, an awkward kiss
My rotten heart stood up again (another night in)
The waiting game...
Church bells peel in the cemetery mist
But still my virgin grave belies untrodden soil
(Lead: Ashes to ashes, lust to dust)
There’s a use by date for sins of the flesh
But someone must want at least what is left?
Time’s not been kind... emotional shell
Bathe me in life, I shan’t kiss and tell
Don’t cry for me, I’m already dead
Just dig me up and take me to bed...
(Lead: Sepulcher amour)
Bird shit on my headstone
Wilting flowers for a bloody valentine
Solitude, in memoriam
For fifty shades of putrid grey
(Lead: Blue balls in my wake)
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(Instrumental)
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Give Up The Ghost
03:10
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Verbose Incision
10:45
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Flung into a metaphorical void
Where greasy quantum mechanics
Push their search engines into overdrive
Hurtling toward brilliance...
Aping origin so learnedly
In an awkward pseudoscience
Penned by armchair physicists
Thrust forth by didactic analysts
Dramatic analysis of peer reviews
Printed in digipaks (in space font)
Our baffling new demiscience
An idiot-syncratic brutal alliance
Abstruse, vexing vocabulary
Linguistic dehiscence of dichotomy
Brash techno-babble and boffinry
Matched only by musical ability
Wounded neologies coagulate
As we pathologically hack
Like a bunch of drunken idioms
On a syntax terror attack
With humble hubris our meta is forged
Our parenthesis so potent
On superlaxitives we gorge
To pass our own irrelevance quotient
Zealots spew hyperbole: a baffling paradigm
Technically cringeworthy, nauseating pantomime
Cranium content comes to a head
In an outwardly inverse understanding
Because like Steven Spielberg said:
‘The universe is expanding’
Derivative necroplagiarist
Terrestrial, feigned intelligence
Rhetorically dumbfounding
Wordsmiths’ cognitive ambivalence
Twisted, mimicked reflections
Wry, tepid introspections
So cerebral, our hybrid academia
Uncongenial, epic agenesia
Take you down to a realm
Where nothing is nonsense
Lack of substance proves not quell
A diatribe of educated pretence
And outpourings of infallible sustenance...
With surprising loyalty the chosen ones gather
To swallow our wordy sermons
Of doltish dictionary slather
Fantastic, ubiquitous stupidity
Ununique cut and paste methodology
With absolute conviction
Obtuse texts we traverse
Only to poke our minds’ eye out
On the fulcrum of the multiverse
Spewing vernacular derision...
Erroneous dimension...
Egomoronic propulsion...
A verbose incision
Practicing time passes
(Cosmic conundrum)
Hermetic chamber of body gasses
(An explosive vacuum)
Voluminous, yet devoid of gravity
(Time / space continuum)
For the love of the masses
(So obscenely dumb)
‘Cogito ergo sum’...
Calculating divinity?
(Lead: A flamboyant false dialect)
We conquer, we conquer...
We conquer, we concur...
We ... have ... failed
The pitter-patter of antimatter
Transcendental chitter chatter
Guttural exaltation: a wasted exhalation
Misappropriations perplex
Smoldering in thesaurus wrecks
Pundit’s megastrophic contradiction
Oblivious to our own oblivion
(Lead: Universally challenged)
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