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Blood Plus Grass F. DJ Addikt

from String Theory by Collectible Humans

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lyrics

(Adam)

tonight the untimely demise by ingestion of the less important
is brought to you by horizon's impressive collection of dorsal fins
and arachnid parlors built to serve any flight weary wanderers
with attractive options on the wine list to wash down their carcasses
it's cute the way the little meat made targets bounce from brush to brush
and plus their fussy attitudes proves they must've forgot they're stupid fucks
survival of the hungriest, accolades for he who bites last
where the walking dead stagger to a sprint just to trash your game plans

(Joshua)

Carve disdain, gnaw it, then floss with Darwin's Chain,
Watch outsiders catch a contact high, huffing the falling flames,
Riding bullets through Ender's Game, grinding municipal munitions,
Swallowing flying bayonets as fuel for the carpool lane,
Hydroplaning the soaking wet to a drip dry now,
a roadblock of marionettes draping skin, worn inside out,
Dive mouth first, digestion without loss of momentum,
Slingshot from off the rations that missed this cannibal's lips.

(Adam)

my mandibles drip definitive answers to the last of a long line of stupid questions
as I arm myself with weapons built from common household imperfections
don't fret, precious, I'll be standing by your side, wrapping my teeth around your neck
this is necessary
there's no mystery to violence
so I plow scorched earth until all taproots are silenced
it's a simple supply and demand exercise
the wall demands hydration… by the plasma which you supply

(Joshua)

The hunter gatherer, tracking a scent of flesh, while the tribe awaits patiently, anticipating what death begets,
Chest compressed, pores leaking pheromones, with a headdress of bone, sipping life from the bloodletting stone,
Territory marked, a mating call for all loyal to the skull,
Coat your throat with the boiling broth,
And maul the non-believers, bottom feeders who stick to substitutes,
Regurgitate truth and leave no living proof.

(Adam)

no minuscule string section justifies the emasculation of predation
I sought the food for thought and was facing emaciation
and placing a chain on the wrist of the projected risen fist
doubles the sum of insult and injury no matter the way you measure it
submit to the rolling thunder or strike back with all you can muster
for the eviscerated remains of nay sayers are destined to clutter dumpsters
we play the game of fisticuffs, while the human chum bucket types drag knuckles
through the mud and have the audacity to question hunger

(Joshua)

Appetite - starving, a diet of stomach lining, tooth & nail clawing my insides to recyclables,
Siphoning vital signs, parasite thriving off of a faint trace of a prior night's lopsided dog fight,
hogtied, a pool of cash on who snaps first, relax,
I'm betting a 3-card molly, hacksaw beauty, disappearing act,
Instinctive leeches feedback attacks for a gross of the meal,
Transcendence, choking on a spoke in the wheel....

(Bridge)

This is necessary...

(Adam)

unleash the hive mouthed canines that puncture prior to sinking teeth
feeding reapers yielding bleeding wound baptisms wading knee deep
in the dead, deader, and dumb enough to warrant neglect
the lion's mainline flattened with kindred apathy to the insect

(Joshua)

Fashionably segregated from the pack for acts of macabre,
Ambush migration, reincarnation decay damaging crops,
Alpha class jog to a strut, then fade within the change of winds,
An undetected menace until the plain begins feeling safe again,

(Adam)

I'm on the graveyard shift with a couple of bones to pick with management
dealt the dead man's hand branded by the distribution of detriments
charging the off white mustang through the garrison for amusement
and yet the beatings will continue until the morale shows improvement

(Joshua)

Extinction is looming, metal condors with a hawk's eye view of the landscape,
where beauty is man-made in this movement,
Choosing birds of prey to vanish with all the rodents to scavenge,
From interdependent talons to ecologically balance-challenged,

(Adam)

the ritualistic disemboweling of the reckless who partake in action
will be televised indefinitely in revolution's absence

(Joshua)

Shift to a disadvantage, smoke signaling your palate to ashes
into a stagger to quickly forget you're famished

(Adam)

god damage, dismantling mammals in pairs for the axiom

(Joshua)

Breaching the panther's labyrinth with no prayer for a champion

(Adam)

maximum carnage, harnessing alarm to direct the stampede

(Joshua)

Heart skip pulses convulsing on plan B

(Adam)

but in a perfect world, where every potentially offending edge is rounded up to the ninth nearest cloud,
the bleach skinned ungulates are meticulously funneled through heaven shaped porcelain corridors
into the creamiest little slice of perfect you could imagine four absolutely essential walls could make
where every man, male, and boy is the same optimal shape and color of beautiful and unique snowflake
perfectly packaged cellophane replicants, translucent and superfluous, fitter, happier, and more productive
shining archetypes of the advances in the science of genetic engineering that eventually rendered eugenics unnecessary
perfection personified, a landscape frictionless and devoid of any unnecessary passions for the sake of practicality

in short…

it's perfect.

(Joshua)

smiling has its benefit when you sacrifice your purpose
(it's perfect)


(Adam)

you'll find the gallows get their fill irrespective of the verdict
(it's perfect)

(Joshua)

the all seeing eye banks most of its currency on worship
(it's perfect)

(Adam)

and freedom's only free once you produce your proof of purchase
(it's perfect)

credits

from String Theory, released April 2, 2012
Lyrics by Adam Selene and Joshua Coberly
Instrumental by Adam Selene
Engineered by Christopher Hisey for Studio SLAMO
Cuts by DJ Addikt
Additional instrumentation by A. Friend

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