stop drop and roll forget what youve been told ignite the truth you just might produce something in the roots check your youth before they bite you in the boot getting loot wait dont shoot im just hot in pursuit of some change not deranged but rearanged from the same thang not slang but new meaning do you compute? points are moot without reading the fine print quit eating benign mints nothing's free if you chose to be a consignment. PANIC PANIC Seagulls fly through the tornado's eye red earth green sky as a kid I thought I'd be on fire from all the times they said to stop drop and roll as a kid I thought I'd be a lier from all the times they said for whom the truth tolls Sea lions lying on the beach born breach seal clubs just out of reach giving out yellow jackets to all the hornets closet full of projects gathering dust like a bust of darwin daring eugenicists to find something better than this STOP DROP & ROLL put the crowd on cruise control delight your soul no need to frighten those apposed to enlightenment, conviction apropos although the diction cicero ciceronis like an embryo boneless stacking negatives with no forgiveness its just business and the necessary depencdance on hail maries veriegating the landscape with bald apes and contrarians wondering where's the hair even though they know those days are long gone dont forget to water your lawn if you can afford it PANIC PANIC PANIC eagles scream through the suns beam earth red, sky green as a teen i fought for silence because i had nothing left to say as a teen i fought for violence because i was living for today goths look fly and shit but now i hate nihilists more than they hate the system i call them denialists i hate how i cried to car seat headrest but somehow i cant resists theyre called orcas now how many are left? who knows you can see the world through your porthole while martian billionaires up there chortle say no to emos oh no there he goes i'm too busy designing your silver lining to put up with your whining wind down your alignment check your assignment before confining your motivation for reclining im soon deciding hmmm to many -ing words better confuse the scheme before they want you to sing towards the mic like yikes! someone might be listening what if they accidentally saw you glistening? what if one day you had no choice but to put forth a personality for them to fork and knife devour like the pork they are! no need to stand up just man up and get in the car you guppy

look out your window if you have one grab your gun if youre afraid of what has begun the air's stale coughing on the inhale fresh is the old threshold regale us with the tales of whales and wooly mammoths its been a couple of months since ive seen a bunch of trees just sticks protruding like graves of the brave souls we gunned down for talk of fixing things as they were nixed for trying to get into the mix bye bye science the old gods tried to defy us so we burnt their books and pushed the crooks into an oil pit refined the sand out their spit and sold it as counterfeit fuel to the desperate few who still hadnt knew that those days were through 2067 came and blew us all away from supermaket food and the reliable deliverance of synthetic news if only we had re-recalculated the risks all those things'll be dearly mist if only we had seen the benefits all those things'll be dearly mist gotten rid of all the nihilists the blacklists and slacktivists if only we had learnt to coexist all those things'll be dearly mist everything'll be gone everything you own everything you ever called home dont get me wrong i'll be gone too not a tooth left or my left shoe i left with my rights in a vice came back with a few grains of rice tryna survive like the mice in the ice age the old way's gotten moldy throw it in the trash or better compost those pork rump rost scraps no trumps or horsetracks you better spread the news extinction's for the few who cannot change their views you better get in tune to thrive you gotta prune the branches that take too much they'll never fruit hoarding away from me and you a whole garden to suit themselves lets pull them off the shelves so we can together dispel a precautionary tale to enlight the children and educate the civilian population 9 billion and dipping past the tipping point of no return. the sandstorm cometh. only a few more dewy days remain.

buy some shit but some shit buy some shit dont need it? cant quit forget about budget your neighbors are judging accumulate gain weight but if you loiter get the bludgeon youre a puppet to your wallet any way you swallow it you wont get a following unless you got the cheques to impress you gotta confess your sins by relentlessly spending in view of those in attendance pews of unending dues ensues keep pretending that you'll ever use your jewels they're just there to trap the light snuff it outright acolytes of the terabyte neednt pay heed to the blight if they pay into greed as a creed no need to force feed them their vitamins if they voluntarilly invite us in! you see? theyve conceded the deed to their seed, escuse me ive got DNA to read Ive got yours on file lets see ACGT GTA okay that means your predisposed to try to fly away but based on your chart your unlikely to ever start trying because your too busy buying yourself into a life of debt servitude, consumables at the crucible, here it seems as if our numerals are irreducable so all i can do for you is sell you a slew of nonsence in exchange for your consent! just ah, sign here and here aaaaand here initial here sneeze into this petri dish and surrender your kidneys who needs privacy in an agoracracy corporate morality boiled down to frugality rationality of profit superseeds the legality of modest promises for the opposite it doesnt take a fucking sophist to fix the leaky faucet that is our catastrophic need for productivity a declivity of purpose is the worst service no habeas corpus to get us out of this tortoise crawl towards rigor mortis a chorus of carcasses in what used to be a forest the remorseless bastards commited ecological genocide nothing logical here besides the divorce of work and pride flood tides amplified alongside landslides bona fide disaster after countrysides burnt faster than the task master revolt in the holster unidentified soldiers stride past smoldering foreclosures carying dread on their shoulders an army of the dead bringing closure to the underfed. so just make your bed like a good pleb. and have some sweet dreams why dontchya i know you wont but might as well try

where the fuck's the whales i've been dozing in retail to retaliate is to close the gate betweet the real and the instant rebate i'm a fake just for appeal i'm a fifth wheel give or take my namesake's for sale take a brake from detail nuance wholesale nonchalant savants let their heroes say OH WELL inhibition unveiled zero in on impositions and position yourself for the traditional shelf of medals, and trophies anastrophy lowly phonies over successses obcess. ceremony blesses the best dressed. pop the abcess at the cest of your repressed sexuality this duality's abjected our vitality in reality i'd rather dissect the banality involved in keeping us from evolving out of individuality let take a tally. all this partiality's taken frugality to obsurd extremes where nothing's ever as much as it seems but please follow the definitions deemed necessary by the supreme white teeth agleam keep the regime afloat maybe we'll find the whales stuck in the propeller id rather be a dry feller then sink into a damp cellar wipe the mold off the gold standard try to find questions for these bold answers and scream them out loud as you drown scream them out loud face down in dust you gotta scream them out loud as you drown scream them out loud even if nobodies around its a must i get the thrust of your argument you solidify the upper crust in cement to prevent erosion nevermind the quotient when you set the bar yourself personal wealth devises neverending dividends where do the whales go? well that depends on whether lenders make amends or continue to defend their pretenses that everything's green grass and white fences in the end we will all go where the whales go when the scales fold we'll set sails for the threshold of existance in the distance where the tales told of shared souls we'll forego our impaired controls to dive in to a sea of helplessness once again powerless to the course of time its coarse whine intoxicating our forced decline everyone laughs as if its in their bloodline to succeed in aligning the supply and demand of love. comodified into into a lack thereof. slack's cut and disposed of that rosebud overboasted until the bubble pops after that just redouble the stocks. dont think twice if you want keep things nice and tidy. as they are. matter of fact, dont think at all just drink to fall of man and return to the sea our energy. back to where we began with our hearts in our hands and our bones in the sand

oh no we didnt have the budget for a fancy video i guess i might as well slouch down and lose hope i guess i might as well pull myself up but im at the end of my rope whats hope for the soulless? you must think its all a fucking joke because you sold this roll of the dice for nice things it'll be gorgeous if you could just discard who you are i think im folding take my cards away i've had enough today just wanted to say the game is rigged but what good would that give when everyone already knows how fake it all is they want to beleive in the falacy and retreat to their palaces a whole fucking galaxy away from any sort of pain or suffering they're too busy buffering delayed emotional responses to the lack of smothering their parents never gave them chance to enhance the self esteem deemed oh so fluttering an open feild cluttered covered by butterflies with clipped wings its no surprise what the spring brings yet another opening for a score of poor beginings if this rings true for you then all you gotta do is spread your wingspan spread your wingspan lean into your dreams until it seems you've got a flight plan you'll sleep tight through the night when new horizons are in sight no businessman or minivan will ever take you to the light or where you're trying to be that road only goes sorrow's way beleive me, I've been there perched in front of the TV its unfair unfamiliar to what it means to be me that sun glare in my blank stare that longing for reality never eased but i couldnt find it until i allowed myself to breath to feel the breeze and open up to the posibilities across the land and seas our wingspan's spread across the sands of our dreams to apease our self doubt and figure out what this life is about gotta pick a rout devoid or devout im avoiding the drought of toroidal bouts of sprouts in my mouth how bout that?

this here, right now is my last living testament i saw mother nature's knees writhing in the wet cement she cried for help for still she felt that love wasnt disease but lust for wealth has raped her health to build these cities i've seen TRASH on the road where's it go? no one knows or even cares its just there so unfair to blame me we all depend on the same seeds from monsanto we cant grow so just get them good grades on exams, bro no need to lead by your example life's up for sale come here, get yourself a sample here's a haldfull is this five stars or is this mars? a whole quasar of fucking shit spining in a disc around a black hole inhaling your soul and leaving no crumbs only drool at the thought of actual nothingness. THE STATUS QUO MADE ME EMOH-NO THAT THERES NO WAY IN NO WAY OUT. NOW, no way out no way in no delaying imma weigh in on my thoughts before i get tossed off this spire back into the muck and the mire i dont really give a fuck and im tired everyone's trying so hard to be inspired like it wont come in with the tides if you bide your time misguiding the depressed get some rest and put your zest aside breath in deep taste the pesticides whos the pest here? us or them digest the stems and infest the rest adjust the lens and count to ten flash immortalized in light illuminated assortments of pigment in the portrait is my life even worth recording i gotta look back and smash the glass fuck a pilar of salt or a lawn full of grass THE INABILITY TO GROW MADE ME EMOH-NO THAT ONCE YOU FIGURE OUT WHICH WAY TO GO THERES NO WAY IN NO WAY OUT NOW, im boasting my lack of emotion devotion's atrocious an explosion's the solution to every intrusion into your supposedly pure way of constructing values disseminating how-to's for the happy few lucky enough to avoid the rusty bluff that money's just the slough of accomplishment. feign astonishment as intoxicants anonymously disenfranchise the fee from the degrees of separation with the trees. overconfidence with shakey knees. economists will have you believe one thing is true so you can go off and make it so little to you know youre the seed he's sowed to grow an understanding out of the unintelligible. despite your necessary plight your ineligable for the flight to some hopefully better subliminal reality. enjoy the banality of this world we all helped destroy. boys and girls. and thats the end of the tour.

mars is a shithole gotta dig a new latrine but every time my shovel hits the ground i wanna scream the shits seeping out the seems of my memories i dont know if theres anything better but there better be can we really blame our parents for the utter lack of air to breath or is it just me gee i dont know lets get on with the show and back to the work at hand of canning this air, man its high in demand for the heirs and heiresses up there eating pairs and sandwiches while were languishing hunger pangs so the harangue vicious shits viscous up to my knees diseased flea bit were running out of please and thank yous since all the banks ruled out cash by the fistfuls now i gotta worship their crystals and maintain my credit at the company store gluttony galore heretofore no more sycamores for the sycophants the serpents sibilance hushed gods plan rushed out the door as his son burned a hole in the stratosphere for the escape from his past the floor littered with beer cans and trash was the landscape did you ever hear that mans fate derived from estates he deprived from the apes? land's worthless now our only hope is to become birthless somehow checked out no doubt we let all the air out and dont you dare pout weary theories wandered out their ham snouts no brussel sprouts just RAM ports pullout and fix the jam sports cram inferiority into tonights top story gory territorial disputes confirm a lack of rebukes to nukes when we'd all just rather grow some cukes and forget the troops forget the interest groups taking our suggestions just to sell us this feudal soup like oops debts an asset fill up a basket as of yet asking for rights is a subset of threats to to the masters technocrat bastards singing fly me to the moon you couldnt get the fuck out of my view faster too soon! breath in and cough for their golf courses enough smug in the air you cant even see their porsches you want a portion? can even get abortion. life's the only right and anything else is out of proportion struggle to afford it they want to hoard it colonial space shuttle they'll make you board it and issue orders they'll say the only way forward is to destroy the borders but who's to profit from disorder? who has the right to water? cutting corners sending budding hopefulls to the coroner. piss in your bottle and throw it at reporters. lifes too long we should make it shorter so no more brick and mortar only shit importers spewing all their waste up in the face of garbage sorters because everything's garbage sort of

your disease is this god like peas in a pod youre squeezing his fruadulent sod, knees in the grave's the key to beleivng the facade in braod daylight you stay right here deceiving us all a brick wall between the heathens and eden the season never came and went to the mall lost in the sprawl arcade on fire still trying to get my coins, stuck, out of the machine and into my paws the cost is small depletion for all you should focus on feeding your maw and mending your shaw. pressing buttons for someting hopefully a shock this time'll take the whine out your ears fuck what your peers overhear i'm endearingly small in my coffin scoffing every so often when pedestrians trip on their pedestals like a pedant unsure if their penance is to finish a sentance or default to repentance. fetters rented the weather's incentive to keep your momentum. one step at a time rust to dust a gust and its gone with the wind come on in and sit in my pit of worms let em nibble on your flesh and return your better parts to the world give it a whirl let your skin unfurl enmeshed in the thought of death. goodbye eyes kidneys failed lungs exhaled flies my heart bailed jumped ship tired of ownership and slipped back to necrosis head shoulders knees and toes were my foes until now dont think i'll ever need another dose to stay morose. the grounds well endowed with the know-how to stay down. this time around build my mind a mound to mark my stark indiference so passerbys see my fate realized in the distance past the smog of subsistance lays the cogs of existance. dialogue is for the frogs in the bog the ravens' caw calls out the longest worms to agree to its terms. they gnaw on my germs as its claws clamp down on the damp brown straw pecking at nothing at all but these vital nutrients indecent maestros' flows dubious posing in residences salubrious this hesitance wont get you through this no precidence to birth anew ensue mirth, my resonance besmirched by the dirt. well that didnt hurt wide girth on the yurt me and my ghosts reside in the fort wood beams and childhood dreams for suport we preside in the court moneys no-good here you pudgy, judgy short little men. take your amens and toss em in the bin then whipe the spittle from your mouth and go nibble on some grout. life rarely works out till the end so keeping working out to stay fit and convince yourself your invincable. the intrinsic principal of cynical pincales is to put down the divisable on the table, ante up your formidable victuals too many pisces in the sea to ever be original you imbecile the miracle satirical empiracle lyrics from beyond a pyrrhic victory to life's bondage when nothing corresponds to algae in the pond no wand waving'll abate the frond craving no plates in haste, rates absconded when debt aided and abeted the threat of reset assumptions of second chances, cold sweats and fishing nets, our finances will finally advance our circumstances to nil or to naught lest we forgot whats owed to the undertow the line's taut we're all gonna be drowning while were browsing but who's counting the frowns in this town? no one taught me round down the average loss of verdure to waters rising i just thought the brochure smelled fishy so surely i'll take the high ground and say goodbye demurely memory assure the obscurity of petty purity. security's a myth of monolithic prematurity values presupposed by currency currently the flows broken streams bulldozed and disposed of conscienceness's nonsense reduced to clear content induced our fears and underwent resentment no need to reinvent the wheel detents to first deter and then incur those unfortunately frequent events segmented prospects hauntingly dreamt and no one knew what they meant so we can only guess. that'll just have to be okay. we're just going to have to live with that

but i dont know why give me the wheat give me the rye i wanna be way up in the sky finally say good bye my family's probably going to cry when they see im so high red eyes reflected in the sun rise this dusty planet's been taken for granted no pomegranates or blank canvases like who the fuck ran with this who knows what our chances are cirumsatnces bizzare but im in the exosphere shit smeared waving back at mars mere fears wont get you far up in the stars CREATIVE SON YOU KNOW YOURE THE ONE GIVE UP YOUR DREAMS AND COME HOME coulnt see so i picked all the weeds out round up all the seeds all we ever sow's doubt its around in the ground like a burrial mound profundities resound when the trees arent abounding seas surrounding guarantees of drowning in accounting errors its the terror of being unrepairable thats unbearable CREATIVE SON YOU KNOW ITS BEGUN IMPLODE NOW AND LEAVE US ALL ALONE no lights in the sky tonight everybody's doing fine despite the disease of unease, loss of apetite for the rights people died for forsight's airtight in a timecapsule insides a sackfull of actual facts still being ignored or teated as artifacts just listen and learn you'll know better in turn or... but i dont know how give me a lake give me a cow i wanna place to lay down a plough and grow as much as the earth'll allow somehow it became that no one was allowed to have their fill of the chow im out you fucking clones keeping droning around the throne hoping someone else'll throw you a bone. you're disowned i want want my own damn planet god damnit aint nothing romantic about waxing semantics with the organic mechanic oceanic with the panic titanic antics, necromantic with the botanicals im planted