Track 1 – Dystopian Fiction

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab and Moorea Dickason

 

Welcome to life version 0.2.

Idiot corporate.

Blink your eyes. Digitize.

Pixel perfect. No defect. Calculated.

Privatize. Illuminate.

Consummate imitation. Duplication.

Three-dimensional. Poisonous.  God we trust.

Everything that you said was a lie in a dream wrapped in an illusion of ourselves.

 

Formless. Static.

Encoded extinction machines.Neutral, cold, sharp and locked in right angle.

Star spangled. Regression to the mean.

Sacrifice all life profiting off of sacrifice all life profiting off of sacrifice all life profiting off of ordering the people, ordinary people.

Grist for the mill.

 

Crude we hail ignoble system fail.

Jail bars and bar coded.

Advertize. Hypnotize prisoners to our mental curse.

Meta-verse. Multi-verse.

Predilection. We find us delusional. Exclusional. Karmic cannibals eat them selves.

Dog we thrust.

Everything we thought we knew was a lie wrapped inside your head until your dead.

 

Even then who knows what’s waiting for us in the darkness?

Privatize human life with patented DNA. Adversity sells well.

 

Fascism is in fashion is trending fascism is in fashion is trending fascism is in fashion is trending.

Dissonant. Delusional. Dystopian fiction. Addiction.

LYRICS

Track 2 – Entropy of the Century

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

Times hand creeps gently forward, measured sequentially. 

Clocks tick over a lifetime ending eventually. 

Encapsulated systems. Recycled energy. 

From nowhere. Now somewhere. 

Bit by bit it all breaks down. 

 

It’s the entropy of the century. 

Changing times and paradigms. 

Love the people that you love indelibly. 

 

Metamorphic creations form spontaneously. 

Perpetual emotion. Image machinery.

Forces born supernatural, here temporarily. 

From somewhere. Now nowhere. 

Bit by bit it all breaks down. 

 

It’s the entropy of the century. 

Changing times and paradigms. 

Love the people you love indelibly.

Track 3 – Regression to the Mean

Lyrics: Tarik Ragab and Moorea Dickason

 

By decree 2 + 2 is 3.

Non-believers dead after curfew.

All unwanted freaks shall conform to guidelines right there on the chalkboard.

Stand up straight and hate all those not like us on the same team.

 

God where are you now. We have figured ourselves out of this replication.

Soul encoded software makes the program so virtue-less and lifelike.

Aren’t we amazing.

 

The only form of expression sanctioned by false fates will be broadcast.

Round up lower classes, squeeze in mass to prison cubicle office.

We now own all 12 tones used for what some would call music.

 

We prefer commodification and pin numbers in your chest beating.

Control alt deleting. This program contains language not intended for mature audiences.

 

Smile the camera’s always watching.

Thought policing. Future shocking.

Spinning counter to our nature.

 

Material comforts creature lenses focus sensational-eyes.

The revolution will not be digitized.

 

Love will conquer all as Kings and tyrants fall to pieces and people.

Love will conquer all. Equalize to rise life eternal.

Track 4 – Welcome the Solar Flares

Lyrics: Tarik Ragab and Moorea Dickason

 

In the days before the end, science said that it was meant to be. 

Parasite suburbia. Human kindness ruined by industry.

Ruined by pride and puritanicy.

Upon completion of our own deletion they’re here.

 

Burn it all down.

Welcome the solar flares and let the flames drown all of our old affairs for all we tampered within the atmosphere.

So burn it all down.

Welcome the solar flares and run for your life.

Here come the solar flares.

There’s no place to hide.

Nobody seems to care so let it burn.

 

Hurricanes are not the same.

Weather isn’t what it used to be.

In the cold and bitter rain, summer faded to a memory, long before that not so civil war.

This hostile austerity, age of reckoning. Sing.

 

Burn it all down.

Welcome the solar flares and let the flames drown all of our old affairs.

And run for your life.

Here come the solar flares.

There’s nowhere to hide.

Nobody seems to care so let it burn.

Track 5 – Friday Night Dreams

Lyrics: Tarik Ragab and Moorea Dickason

 

Somebody told me that it’s a lie that no one knows where you go when you die.

Friday night dreams if they’re Saturday told, soon to come true if they’re ever so old.

Somebody told me.

 

One guarantee that has to be, everything will die eventually. All we cherish will all perish and be still beautiful but garish and every case a whole lifetime to erase.

Live each day like the last ones on it’s way.

 

Nobody told me that it’s a lie the world won’t change in the blink of an eye.

Someone said pretty soon we’ll be dead so put the fascination back inside of your head.

Nobody told me.

 

Everything that is or ever was is still living now inside of us.

There’s no guarantee of what will be but you can be sure your destiny.Every fate has its final ending date so don’t wait ‘cause the hour’s getting late.

 

Every eye turned toward the sky and opening to finally see.

 

Nobody told me that it’s a lie the world won’t change in the blink of an eye.

Someone said pretty soon we’ll be dead so put the fascination back inside of your head.

 

Nobody told me. Somebody told me.  

Track 6 – Letting Go Of Life

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

Say goodbye to free will and the space that you fill.

All the time you can kill.

All the blood you won’t spill.

Say farewell to your state.

Wave hello to your fate.

Kiss goodbye all the weight.

Run now mustn’t be late.

 

Losing our memories like something beautiful.

Losing our thought control like something beautiful.

Losing our memories like something beautiful.

Losing our memories.

 

So much and so little time.

Where does all of it fly?

Off in to the unknown where nobody is shown.

Sever all of the ties bound to shadows and light.

Say all of your goodbyes closing both of your eyes.

 

Losing our memories like something beautiful.

Losing our thought control like something beautiful.

Losing our memories like something beautiful.

Losing our memories.

 

Time for nothing at last like the color of glass.

Time for never again.

Time for ever to end.Letting go of your life when you held it so tight.

Ride into the good night.

Dancing into the light.

Letting go of your life.

 

Falling faster toward disaster.

Start the countdown to oblivion.

Dark consumes you back into the one.

 

Final chapter, ever after.

Tears and laughter fall and shattered dreams crashing down over the rocks and sea. 

Track 7 - Machines or Magic

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab and Moorea Dickason

 

I do no longer need my arms or either of my legs.

Some motorized mechanism will do for me instead.

These new eyes replace my old worn out brand new face.

 

Wired to the wall. Wired to the diabolical.

Wired to the psychological bio-morphical.

Decimal a scam. Wiring the me. Wiring the you. Wiring the rest.

 

And this new domain, my simple brain.

Thoughts will constrain. Belong to…

 

The machines kill the magic.

The machines are the magic.

The machines killed the magic.

The machines aren’t the magic.

We machines killed the magic.

We machines are the magic.

 

I do no longer need my arms or either of my ears

Tongue I can’t speak my fears.

 

Wired to the wall. Wired to the diabolical.

Wired to the psychological bio-morphical.

Decimal a scam. Wiring the me. Wiring the you. Wiring the rest.

 

And this new domain belongs to…

 

The machines kill the magic.

The machines are the magic.

The machines killed the magic.

The machines aren’t the magic.

We machines killed the magic.

We machines are the magic.

 

The machines kill the magic.

Track 8 – Benefits

Lyrics by Matt Lebofsky

 

All I know is I'm at home. Throw a bone and wait for the gesture, a long bitter lecture. 

 

All I have is I am glad. But call a cab, I best not be driving but soon I'm arriving. 

 

Oh the memories stack up and the words still hurt. I cannot wait till they're gone.But I'm standing on the earth and I taste the dirt. I cannot hope, can’t move on. 

 

All I breathe carries leaves and beliefs that time is a virtue and this job still suits you.

 

 Oh the memories stack up and the words still hurt. I cannot wait till they're gone.But I'm standing on the earth and I taste the dirt. I cannot hope, can’t move on. 

Track 9 – Raze the Maze

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab and Moorea Dickason

 

Patterns in the prophecy.

Patterns in the shadow mystery of painted poetry mired in the night and mirrored in light.

Photo static empathy reflected in a separate entity, designated in the tapestry.

Scan the pulse electric in the analog. All agog.

Embellisher developer channeler. Residual individual.

And of the original stasis inner laces inert.

Oasis of the traces of faces it replaces.

Macro-acrobatic. Modify the mode.

Phantoms in the fabric lighting a match, setting ablaze the demolition exorcism.

 

Printed on the Pentium. Imprinted on swinging pendulum if city circuitry.

Burning of the bright and bending in light.Symmetry in chemistry in the expression of insanity relegated to alacrity.

Verify the metric in automatic cellular.

Oligarchy. All malarkey handler.

Unilateral collateral.  Secretions of the secrets.

Superstition intuition and chases in the spaces of places it encases.

Map of the schematic. Codify the code.

Pantomime pedantic causing a spark, setting ablaze the halls and walls that lead to nowhere.

 

Raze the maze. Pondering the puzzles. Racing with the mice and rolling the dice.

 

Preoccupation upon arrival of notary.

Payment in full will not surpass nor evaluate preconceived obligations.

Obituaries of the former named and classified as Y and genome seven.

In case of omissions it has been arranged for consideration.

All terms and conditions are subject to change.

 

Raze the maze. Semi-autocratic open sorcery. Manic and static.

Interlarded lexophantic.

Tetro-chromatic side effects may included sudden panic and vanishing.

Astonishing admonishing and binding intertwining of the inner corridor and inner dwellings are compelling. To myself is yelling.

 

Please sign and initial in agreement. Nod and wink wink.

This product will establish verbal disavowment.

Complications due to the unforeseen conversalations.

Systematic failure. Untangling and uprooting and rebooting.

Deprogramming. Refuting.

Computing does not compute and will now self-destruct.

 

Raze the maze

Track 10 – Confectioner’s Curse

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

Feed micro-machines from the data-mining of your dreams. We got ‘em.

Spectrum serpentine devour as they scour for impurity, security. 

 

Tall tails sensationally misperceived by citizens who run the land of make believe.

All planned by confectioner’s hands.

Stories of consciousness amiss and floating.

Going down the stream cause life is but a dream.

Designed in the alchemist mind.

 

Catatonic waves broadcasting the news beyond the grave. Rock bottom.

Satellites align to take apart the sky and put it back inside your eye, divided.  

 

Tall tails sensationally misperceived by citizens who run the land of make believe.

All planned by confectioner’s hands.

Stories of consciousness amiss and floating.

Going down the stream cause life is but a dream.

Designed in the alchemist mind.

 

Post-magnetic rays teleport the maze that’s all a blaze. We got ‘em.

Pre-schematic wall falls just like a mystery.

A history of misery and languishing and dying. Laughing at the crying.

 

Tall tails sensationally misperceived by citizens who run the land of make believe.

Designed by the mentally blind.

Stories of consciousness amiss and floating.

Going down the stream cause life is but a dream.

All planned by the architects hand.

 

Spinning the yarn into a tapestry of fabrications and divine interpretations.

 

All that’s invented by the past as we race toward a moment that is bound to be our last.

All planned by confectioner’s hands.

We are the instruments that play themselves, each one a composite of our originals.

 

Gone all at once.

Track 11 – Where the Truth Lies

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

Song by the Phrygian sky and wrong for the clarion cry.

Forcing a weakening die. Leaching Divinian lies.

C4, blowin’ the door off precepts. A permanent bore.

Ingest the parodies wall. Reject sincerities fall.

 

I know the clever disguise that tells me where the truth lies and flusters the never know sheen.

 

Poly-amorphous glean to parlay the Crimean crown.

Buried with no one around. Thorns in the maddening frown. 

 

Anarchy. Anar-kiss the sun. Bio-mimicry gimmickry.

Fiber optic mole with a soul to control the direction of the rabbit-hole-in-one in perseverance.   

Up and away leaving the day.

 

Cipher Sisyphean spine. Program the profiting mind. Turn on the mentally blind.

 

Here come the furious sun with pounding mercurial drums. Now reset the prescient bet.

Rewind the paradigm rhyme. The cold waters drearily drown.

Buried with no one around. Grazed by the hazy out crowd.

 

One nation under God’s impersonation, grinning while idol suicidal celebration.

Revolution is the permanent solution.

Dilution of the former institution.

Straddle fences in consensus. So defenseless it’s relentless. 

Menace of the widening divide.

 

Animate. Antiquate the taste. We cast out our past and at last.

Free to be whatever comes next. Consciousness.

Lost by the timidly proud.Close your eyes and see on the inside.

Up and away. Leaving the day.

 

Life is. Love is. Life is. Love is. Love is. Life is. Love is. Life.

Perfect symmetry. Something and nothing. Nothing and something. Perfect symmetry.

The ominous. Preponderance. Preponderance. And dominance.

Day gone. Day long. Stay long. Say gone. So long. Foregone. In conclusion.

Always never knowing. Everything is going. Always never knowing. Everything is going.

Fleeting and repeat. Ebbing and retreat. Fleeting and repeat. Ebbing and retreat

Echoed. Eons. Eons. Ago.

Infinite. Limited. Limited. Infinite. 

Imagination. Imagination. Image.

No beginning and no ending. No beginning and no ending.

Day in day out. Sun up sun down.

 

Moments marching on in to memories. 

Track 12 – The Unknowable

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

Bye, bye. Sky above it’s the entropy of the century love. 

Bye, bye. Dreams of wings and the permanent Kings, material things.

Bye, bye. Death defy to the wizards of fraud and tyranny Gods.

Bye, bye. Firefly in the light of your eye.  

Bye, bye. Hello.   

 

Oblivion eclipse my lips. Untold secrets.

Ashes, ashes fall down.

 

Bye, bye. Solar flares and the nobody cares. 

Bye, bye. To your life when you held it so tight. 

Is it impossible to conceive of one’s nonexistence?

Maybe we’ll never know until we go just for one instance.   

Without Within.

Why try? Comprehend what you’ll be in the end. 

Why try?  Qualify what you can’t verify.

Why try? 

 

Life’s guarantee that has to be ends the mystery.

Ashes, ashes fall down.  

 

Bye, bye to the end of what was and that everything does. 

Bye, bye to the remnants of your eminence love. 

 

Is it impossible to conceive of one’s non-existence?

No one can know.

 

Why, why? Do we die in the blink of an eye. 

Don’t cry. Firefly is that a tear in your eye. 

Good bye. 

Good bye. 

Good bye. 

Track 3 – Butchers of Baghdad

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab 

 

Have we reached the point of no return?

To the former are the bridges burned?  

Is the corner we have turned cause for no concern?

 

Welcome to the new permanent reality. One of many in infancy.  

Sedatives and early beds and early rises.  

More than just a few suffer the indignity of sentimentality, patriotic parroting and enterprise. Subvert the dominant in the way we dress, in the way we talk, in the way we think, in the way we buy. Convert conformity.

 

"How may I assist you today? Press a key or say auto‐activate. Have a pleasant day heading to your destination, decimation, desecration nation under God.

This phone call is being monitored for quality purposes and perpetrates, voyeuristic, venerates. Assurances. Quality. Mostly that's all. Quality."

 

What are we to do with this new reality? A superfluous vanity thrown upon us, spat upon us, wearing on us by only a few in the upper balcony. 

 

Once we've reached the instability what appears to be transparency reappears invisibly there for all to see.  

 

Why is identity wrapped around the things, all the things you have, all the things you want, all the things you aren't?What is identity? An illusory.

Who is the you? Who is the me? Where is the we?

 

What are we to do with our new philosophy. Self‐fulfilling a prophecy.

Son of a bitch. Son of the rich. King of the whores holding the pearl, turning the key.

 

Is there no escape from all this reality? They're all living in purgatory, categorically. Anomaly. Anatomically. Symbiotically.

 

Have we reached the point of no return?

To the former are the bridges burned?  

Is the corner we have turned cause for no concern?

 

Peace signs and sunshine wouldn't be bad for the butchers of Baghdad. Rewind to peace times. One time peace and a fire that won't cease. One blind decision. You might have sight but you lack the vision.

Faith and religion, they contradict and you change positions. 

It's a collision of selfless love and narcissism.

Track 2 – Infinitesimal Sky

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

Where’s that idiot clown? He’s falling to pieces.

Where’s that idiot frown. He’s signing releases.

Infinitesimal now is breaking the leash.

Where’s that idiot clown? He is falling asleep.

 

If you’re not in my day to day you’re fading away.

Away so far so far, you’re right back where you are. You’re here.

 

Though they’re dearly departed so many down hearted never seem to wake.

It takes so long to right the wrongs.

 

Where’s that idiot clown? He’s falling to pieces.

Where’s that idiot frown. He’s signing releases.

Infinitesimal now is breaking the leash.

Where’s that idiot clown? He is falling asleep.

 

Infinitesimal sky. Infinitesimal why.

Why go bother me? Don’t bother me. Go bother someone else.

If you’re not in my day to day you’re drifting away.

Away so far, how right you are. 

So far my dear but you, you’re here.

 

Burn up. Burn down. So much for you. 

Idiot clown. Burn up. Burn down.

Burn out. Burn in. You just cant win.

Idiot clown. Burn up. Burn down.

 

Put on your face and face it. 

Stage left exit your right. 

There’s no need to tonight. 

They’ll be no one to see. 

You win. You fall. You’ll be in the big top. Fall free. 

 

Worn down and torn down by the weight of the pen. 

The idiot clown will take his final bow. He’s bowing out. 

Who’s laughing now? Ha ha ha ha.

Track 1 – Dichotomy

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

Doom architects. Skin Cineplex infiltrate dynastic manifest.

Paradox dichotomy. Thrice trivial trite duality.

Experiments on supplicants. Social engineering detriments.

Its left its right no clarity. Masters of our own banality.

 

This corner for the causalities.

Their weight in gold isn’t worth the pleas of the hapless handouts.

Saccharin doubt.

 

Feedback and loop the sound of the fury that is curiously standing down echo chambers, system gamers.

 

Death perception. Depth deception. No detection.

Society and bigotry. Fractions of fractal geometry.

Paradox dichotomy. Self righteous false philosophy.

Experiments on supplicants. Social engineering detriments.

It’s left, it’s right, no clarity. Masters of our own banality.

 

So say the side effects of the poisoning minds that do not reflect conformation information. And those who do not reject this needle in the temple.

 

Policies inject, paralyzes, anesthetizes. Replay rewind. Undone on time.

 

This perjury, infirmary. Gene kinetic and backwards surgery.

Paradox insurgency. Event horizon emergency.

 

Doom architects. Skin Cineplex infiltrate dynastic manifest.

Paradox dichotomy. Thrice trivial trite duality.

Paradox dichotomy. Event horizon emergency.

Paradox dichotomy. Paradox dichotomy. 

Track 4 – Random Tandem

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

Last night I was out. I spoke awoke and fell in doubt. 

Watched all my smoke go up in rings.

Two kings were felt and dealt the shadows on ceilings.

 

And even though I had to fall, i knew that I was just as surly as the pictures on the wall. A memory. In the back of corners black the men for hire, dire patrons, miss their cues in neon hues while poison news blares over head who’s dead.

 

I closed my eyes and took a ride away and then i was aboard a galleon ship adrift across a sea of blue and green and red and grey. A gentle sway. A broken mop that swept the day away through the cabin windows past the cobs and knobs.

An old map charted out the prophecy, the bane of our philosophy.

The greed and generosity. The fortune and colostomy.

The pagan profane there in the window, there in the flame, then it blew out.

 

Engraved on the arches. Suicidal notches.

 

Back again a broken feeling left by theft and chest relieving someone tripped and fell revealing treasure guarantees un‐easing.

 

Empty chairs with empty laughter. Hollowed eyes glossed over lashing out a gag agog a gander. Telling, yelling, slightly slender.

 

Screaming with the slight of hand the devils always got a new plan. A sedative, repetitive, imperative, derivative. A dereliction of the Lord above. Comatose and bellicose. In relation to critical review. Fortune, fountain, mountain, founding fortune. So well hidden forbidden. Norman Rockwell mocking your hell.

 

Twilight dimmed in distant corners as the sea descends on mourners of the late enigmatic, manic mechanic who died for panics sake on the make.

 

Tangled tricked abscond McKenzie ripped right outright tender frenzy. Built by fear and smeared reappeared. Materialized love lies.

 

Prefasory allegory, cardio inhibitory, writhing with an amphigory auditory in group hallucination nation. Where do we go from here? Find our way out of here.

 

What about the parroting of pirates? What about the parroting of pirates?

What about the parroting of pirates?

 

What about the paradoxical and paralogical discrimination a ration, irrational?

And when the clock that will strike on midnight on the first day of 2012 will ring out

to the crowd a sediment, impediment, abandonment, retirement, accelerant, recalcitrant to what extent in our decent?

Track 5 – Ist or an Ism

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

Dark days , the termina l stage. Minds plagued with cancerous rage.

The television blares out more bad news. Calculated blues.

 

Pink pills to take with your bills. Cocktails and chemical trails that lead to falling up to canceled skies. Closed remodeled eyes.

 

Climb into a car and make believe that everything around you has just found you in a state of utter disbelief. Collapse your synapses from the poison you found. Takes you on a trip so far away from the here and now.

 

Discourse of the digital age. Science save us from new technology. To force in a trivial cage any source of natural biology.

Know love and love will know you. There is no condition and qualifier to be whatever will be.

From love we get all that we are required.

 

Insane and lifes down the drain. No way out of this pain. No way to sit and disconnect the phone. Calling no ones home.

 

These days theres such a malaise crawling like rats in a maze to find there really was no pot of gold more then what you hold.

 

Save for the grist of the schism. We are the same organism.

Down to the gist of the gism. Were all an ist or an ism.

 

Through the portal back to Candyland where everything is made of cotton sugar apples floating satchel on the rand. Populated by elated gnomes, flying elves. Only to wake up to find that you are all by yourself.

 

What happened to our heaven on Earth? Replaced by convenience it tuned perverse. Led by this intentional curse. Microcosmic personal universe.

Its the inevitable dance between consciousness and a will to chance.

All our own expression is lost, paradoxically, anatomically.

 

Know love and love will know you. There is no condition and qualifier to be whatever will be from love we get all that we are required.

 

Dont forget Mestopholies debating meteocrities. Dont think for a second you are not repentant. All in all resentment met with or without bliss or bliss out early Faust's trident bent.

Track 6 – Morning Person 

Lyrics by Matt Lebofsky

 

I did not set the damn alarm. It went off by itself.

In any case I meant no harm.

 

Go to sleep though your dreams were broken. Now Im awake lost with words unspoken.

 

I cannot seem to find clean clothes. There’s laundry everywhere. Time for washing I suppose.  

 

Go outside though your routines broken now. I cant hide, struck with words unspoken. Then go to sleep. Hope I wont be woken up by the plans sketched with words unspoken.

 

Track 7 – New World Chaos 

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab & Moorea Dickason

 

Daydreams, nightmares.

Sunny sky. Dark clouds forming.

Dragon. Soft skin. Sharp thorn.

People smiling. Humans dying. Long walks by the ocean. Greedy money‐bots gobbling up the land. Genius minds trying to save the world.

Evil dictators. Mind control.

Harmonizing honeybees. Lost.

 

Blue skies. Green scenes. White light. Red dreams.

 

Soaring. Falling. Happy kids. Sad adults.

Bright dull. Lush love rivers flow. The bombs bursting in air. Shelter from the storm.

Melting botox. Acid rain.

Sugar plum ferries. Nano‐bot dust clouds. Transcendental meditation. Solitary confinement.

Flowers. Genetic code. Gone.

 

Blue skies. Green scenes. White light. Red dreams.

Track 8 – Screed

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

So led by noble fools whose books and man‐made phony rules attract the sheep to shepherds schools.  Hypnotize the rubes with jewels.

 

You, those who do not hear the God of love with words of fear are damned eternally to sear flesh and bone year after year.

Oh your lot, atheists who dare to have a thought, your own.

Thats your cross to bear alone.

 

As pious mouths dispel whose greatest tool is wishing well for non‐believers cold death nell.  On your knees or go to hell.

 

Oh my dear, we know what is best for you to hear my sweet. Not a second guess for you my dear, our treat. Not for you to question just recite, repeat. What we tell yous true and such a noble cause. Open up your eyes an you will see your flawed. Now accept the blinding light of God.

 

And lo the righteous plague, their poisoned minds religious rage have written their unholy page. Egos image in Gods name. In gilded cage they spin their dogmatic reflexive gin contending life itself a sin, begging heaven let them in.

 

Oh your kind, godless and agnostic your all going to find the reign of wrath from those divine.

 

Oh my dear, we have interest vest in you. Submit my child like a lamb whose throat we slit. Go limp and mild. For the bloodletting we have to sacrifice soldiers in Gods army. Carry out our deeds. Fill our pockets from your guilt that hides our fraud. Now accept the blinding light of God.

 

Was it just a scheme. It was always just a scheme?

Track 9 – Never Home

Lyrics by Matt Lebofsky

 

Still, with this red umbrella I'm not dry. Legs are both sopping wet. I'll keep on walking. Best to forget.

 

In this New York City dark gray sky.

Home, will it ever be?

Wait ten more years and then we'll see. There's a blue horizon. No surprise it's on the western sea.  

Back in New York City. That song goes. Rumbling at 4 a.m. but I'm asleep and dreaming of when.

 

I feel the sun shine on my smiling face and open hands. There's no new horizon. No surprise because I'm never home.  

I'm never home.

Track 10 – From These Small Seeds 

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

Harbinger of dreams. Pre‐cognistic themes. Disconnected seams carry hearts and sleeves.

 

Factory of ghosts. Hexed and vexed. Counterfeited host from the black turn to smoke

 

Laboratory maze. Focusing the gaze.

Disconnected phrase forced the candidate.

 

Discombobled dose. Glasses toast to the scene morose. Haunted post. Turned to smoke.

 

Apocalyptic dreams and memes.

Lucid nightmare craze. Optic haze.

Running down the clock. Still stood time. Wipe the powdered chalk from your eyes and realize,

 

Who Cares

 

Im past the point of no return. Past the point, return today. Back with time enough to say that. Im past the point of no return No return will come today. Still theres time enough to say.

 

Somebody explain how it got this way.

Frequency decay sunk below the fray.

 

How am I to know where to go, if I am awake, is it fake?

Will I know?

 

Maybe theres a key for the lock I see.

Is the mirror me or monstrosity?

Wake to find the beast in my bed, underneath my sheets, in my head. Will I know?  

Apocalyptic dreams and memes. Lucid nightmare craze. Optic haze. Running down the clock. Still stood time. Wipe the powdered chalk from your eyes and realize,  

Who Cares

 

Im past the point of no return. Past the point, return today. Back with time enough to say that Im past the point of no return No return will come today. Still theres time enough to say.

 

Leave the day far away.

Track 11 – Friction 

Lyrics by Tarik Ragab

 

Golden prizes fill your eyes to fill your head well fed on the pie thats in the sky thats never there.

The bridge was burned, turned to stone. All that crossed the path of wrath encoded architect particular genetic code. Everything is unknown.

 

Darkness and light. Fear of the flight. Failing this conclusion. States of dissolution. Stuck in absolution.

 

Sensor‐tag your bag. Genetic screening, preening, gleaning out our flaws with cause and pause. Resonates, vibrates, and shakes up the core in which the floor is the foundation of everything thats unknown.

 

Flawed with contradiction. Pass along the friction. Villains are altruistic. Heros narcissistic.

 

Complacent care. Selfishly share. Known unaware in solitaire.

 

This preoccupation with the destination. Caught up declaration within contemplation. Fear and deny. Turn from the cry. Closing your eyes while others die from genocide.

 

Flawed with contradiction. Pass along the friction. Villains are altruistic. Heros narcissistic.

 

Fear and deny. Turn from the cry.

 

This preoccupation with the destination. Caught up declaration within contemplation. Flawed with contradiction. Pass along the friction. Fear and deny. Turn from the cry. Now.  

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