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Devil Do F. DJ Addikt

from String Theory by Collectible Humans

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lyrics

(Joshua Coberly)

prototype dystopia, all for a lawful future
from quaalude-induced coffin, from lameness to deuteronomy
a breakthrough discovery, subliminally injected in the message
if you could just give us your money
consider this an omen, rounded to your closest phobia
no direction, a deleted directory of expulsion
opposing their protection would be ill advised
welcome to assimilation, hopefully your name'll be on the list this time

(Adam Selene)

unleash the volley of doll parts, weapons of mass distraction
obliterate middle class and market their carcasses back to them
arm the farce participants, subsidize matches for arsonists
while dow drone savages trickle down ash for the starved to sift
i passed the mission where accomplishment's rhetorical
and they're bored of any story that doesn't accompany a musical
taping their ruby slippers to collected third world melodies
as they watch the poverty line rise up over the levees

(Josh)

full speed ahead and starboard, avert the fallen
rolling back spinals with a smile spiraling, onward
cerebral-farming pharmaceuticals - our sleep has been computed
and scheduled, or else, the curfew's not to be meddled with
shocking shells, no fraternizing with the help
remember the thin atom lining of defenses can be self actuated
but deactivated on a whim
if proven unfit for such a provided privilege
skip to the pulse beat, life support junkies,
offline, jack in the mainframe, to hack curmudgeons,
bzz, buzzin', new age rush-sadistic, download conjugal visits of pain,
to a chip in the brain,
in dreams, unmask the cult, then eyes wide shut,
'cause why touch when we're not backed to talk,
shrapnel falling,
claim your own souvenir post-apocalyptic resolution for the new year,
world premiere, on every contact lens,
simply tilt your neck, & roll your eyes back in your head,
alright, pick a happenstance, any one will do,
innocent concepts preferred, but accepting all to pollute,
regroup, confused! humans march single file,
manufactured hearts at launch, now with compiled inner-child,
hidden smile provoked, seeking solace in smoke,
weeping willows broke from repeated beatings under rule of thumb....

(Adam)

this is that voodoo zombie uprising piercing the boarded windows
eclipsing the sun with a fury only visible through pinholes
so the perforation of security blankets
flings the only available safety net over the villain proclaimed criminals
stand indivisible, or let the sabers determine the ratios
cut the pacing short when the gun jumpers plug musket balls on some real talk,
batteries sold separately, plus shipping costs
phasers set on apathetic to true contents of the captain's log
just another wall for the bricks to aspire membership
unloading the mortar to pour cement to the wingtips then
vent poisonous rhetoric that no topical cream could remedy
cranial vacancy? prerequisite for inclusion in economy
they're vomiting into the echo chamber till the resulting
products match the possible flavor combinations of comfort's cadaver
baffling reflections with some king missile identity crisis
slipping a bite mark over whatever neck sticks out above the ice
over the frozen seas now made with real cheese substitutes
teaching the offspring subjugations priority over dreams
i crumble mountains over ovaltine while self identified
mountain men ovulate over footage of the lying kings
redefine the grindstone the plastic shape their faces against
pent up aggression lays lifeless on greener pastures beyond the fences
made to be climbed, these furious times are defined by the blurring of lines
so its become a crime to lack a proper mask to hide behind

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
Drums by John Burgess

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