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Recording is a Dead Art Form and I Don't Care

by The Steak Place

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1.
Pathogens 02:46
Pathogens We are the pathogens Filthy pathogens Viral pathogens Humanity is a plague Humanity is a plague Humanity is a plague And there doesn't seem to be any cure Pathogens We are the pathogens Just filthy pathogens Just viral pathogens Humanity is a plague Humanity is a plague Humanity is a plague And there doesn't seem to be any cure I'm afraid Terminal I fear it's terminal Pathogens We are the pathogens Just filthy pathogens Just viral pathogens Humanity is a plague Humanity is a plague Humanity is a plague And there doesn't seem to be any cure I'm afraid
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Looking back through so many generations Have we had it wrong Can we grow without a seed Are we justified When the egg breaks into pieces Are we born without conscience We grow and we bleed We form a new generation We are our own clones So can our lives start over now? Replicants in the image of our mother We are not born with any innate respect for copyright law Duplicates, facsimiles of each other Before we can claim our inheritance We must be bastardized New generation We are our own clones So can our lives start over now? To be legitimized we must disown our fathers Nativity without the curse of lovers Mundanity, Banality This time you'll say something that matters To be legitimized We must disown our fathers The purity, a child not born to lovers Integrity, serenity It's time we made a statement for once And you only get one chance When you're coasting on daylight Catatonic but never asleep You hope your siblings won't find you You hope they won't drag you down to the deep There used to be structure, it used to make sense And you could rationalize, it was a viable defense You could identify a pattern of pragmatic intent And you didn't need to know the truth And birth, life and death were enough to distract you But now they're just reminders of that crushing void Now you don't see the meaning You don't have the answers Are we really human or just humanoid And if you're a clone of yourself How many others are there just like you How many generations of infinite copies Will it take to produce something new Ideas become offspring, thoughts become genes Matrix of creation now frayed at the seams Chasing cognitions and following dreams We're born to never know the truth Become the ultimate refinement of the bastard's art The ultimate refinement of the bastard's art Become the ultimate refinement of the bastard's art
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When the puppets crawl out of the woodwork And revel in nightmarish glee And they laugh without reason, the noise Makes you grind your teeth compulsively You don't sleep anymore Now the throngs, they scream Off with his head Do you know yourself Do you know if you're frightened So how does it feel to have never known yourself at all Now so blissful, oblivious So greet them, surrender to torches and pitchforks and guillotines Sometimes skin doesn't fit right And feels like a costume But the show just drags on You're a martyr to measured indifference to lies And your final act has begun They are toys, they are gifts, they're a presence intangible Laugh along with them You don't sleep anymore Now the throngs, they scream Off with his head Do you know yourself Do you know if you're frightened So how does it feel to have never known yourself at all Now so blissful, oblivious So greet them, surrender to torches and pitchforks and guillotines How do you live with yourself? Is it easy How many identities brought you to this day? Drink down the dregs of your past lives Sing along with them They have your back, now they are your only friends Off with his head Do you know yourself now Off with his head Do you know yourself Off with his head Do you know yourself now Off with his head Do you know yourself now How many selves will you break I wonder How many selves will you break I wonder How many selves will you break The one and only Treasure your only true self The one and only Treasure your only true self The one and only Treasure your only true self The one and only
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Feel useful 03:44
Worn out from the following, the searching Information, distance and long-forgotten surge Our minds are glass, to wit Understated urge and rediscovering One more world to smother in conformity Feel so useless following procedure Take me away from here So unkind, forgotten, desperate for seizure One more passage, one more chance to feel it We're forever young, our hearts forever healing Give us one last chance to feel vital when we try One more chance to feel useful this time Just give us one last chance to feel useful Before we die Broken synapses, links in the chain The signal, neuromotor impulse from a functioning brain If we mistranslate the message, does the meaning change Misreading meaning as intention and the truth as pain So leave us one last life in the eye of a tired mind One more relapse, ugliness exchanged for trust Perception, distortion How it makes everything beautiful One more passage, one more chance to feel it We're forever young, our hearts forever healing Give us one last chance to feel vital when we try One more chance to feel useful this time Just give us one last chance to feel useful Before we die It makes everything, it's making everything rhyme Let us feel it, let us feel it just one more time Give us perspective, make everything make sense And let us know it, I want to dream it one last time One more passage, one more chance to feel it We're forever young, our hearts forever healing Give us one last chance to feel vital when we try One more chance to feel useful this time Just give us one last chance to feel useful Before we die One last process, one more chance to see it Stay forever strong, our hearts forever beating Give us one last chance to feel vital when we try Give us one chance to put it all back together right Just give us one last chance to make it all feel worthwhile Give us one last chance to feel normal Just give us one last chance to feel useful Just give us one last chance to feel useful Just give us one last chance to feel useful Before we die
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Mooncracker 03:06
I dreamt I was an android I dreamt I was an android I've been renaming all the rocks in the sky Because to name them is to own them, if you need to know why And I want to own the ocean, too, better descriptors than blue Ask easy questions. The nautilus shell knows what to do I have robot arms I have robot eyes I can crack the moon Show you what's inside These runes can soothe your pain Inscribed with human names These memories are hollow and false You can forget them. Just let the glowing stones wash them away I dreamt I was an android I dreamt I was an android Overkill is an emotion, unwitnessed and chaste And the Pacific is a vacuum, enshrined and encased Every decision resurrected, and reborn as a mistake The field of energy composes you, expend it and you break I have robot arms I have robot eyes I can crack the moon Show you what's inside These runes can soothe your pain Inscribed with human names These memories are hollow and false You can forget them. Just let the glowing stones wash them away
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Starchild 03:47
Some hero of romantic lore you turned out to be Our eyes burned out when we beheld your luminosity Such a radiant sphere in the night sky doesn't seem quite right Do we really all deserve to die wrapped up in burning light Scorched Earth all we're tasting Your lies and failures fading You're soaking us in sun rays This ultraviolet wasting Behold Apollo's power Behold Apollo's power You give it, transmit it Teach us to regret it Present it, expend it Award it, then end it Why did you set this world on fire We all play the cards we hold, pretend this dignity's a form of compensation Where did our fables go so wrong? When did we go so numb? Is cynicism all that we have left for illustration This lethal radiation Our final vision fading What burns us most of all Is making noise to kill the waiting Behold Apollo's power Behold Apollo's power You give it, transmit it Teach us to regret it Present it, expend it Award it, then end it No point in reaching when there's nothing left to take Your light is overwhelming, fluorescent and fake You're a dime store supernova White light is habit forming Your psychic compound fracture This planet's final warning You are neon plasma Birth of a new stellar furnace Some hero of romantic lore you turned out to be New god burned into the night sky, combusting deity Eight billion years inside one day. Illuminate our bones Our souls glow in your sparkling rays Scorched Earth all we're tasting Your lies and failures fading You're soaking us in sun rays This ultraviolet wasting Behold Apollo's power Behold Apollo's power You give it, transmit it Teach us to regret it Present it, expend it Award it, then end it
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Millipedes 03:09
I think they're starting to make me sick Covering walls, such awful tenants I hear them call out to me, I know them But could you talk them out of this entrance Within, the keys to forget All ambulance and no substance We all have a little cheap flair to swallow You motormouth, shout And we can work it out We can work it out We can work it out We can work it out What the millipedes would do And we can work it out We can work it out We can work it out Their skin is plasticky They break so easily Another bad penny like the slugs from years before The caustic scent, how it burns my airways I've tried reasoning, but truce is out of reach I tried to live with them Negotiating the negation of your being When you curl up just like they do in response to any stimulus Shutting off your mind the way they shut off body segments each day We try to reconcile But we can't work it out No, we can't work it out No, we can't work it out We can't work it out What's there left for me to do? No, we can't work it out We can't work it out No, we can't work it out Nothing left for me to do Their skin is plasticky They break so easily When you wish they'd come back with an answer When you go out fighting for the lamplight When you twist the nerve, the skin starts to burn And there's no way out Well, we can work it out Now we can work it out Yes, we can work it out We can work it out What the millipedes would do And we can work it out We can work it out We can work it out What the millipedes would do We can outlast disease We won't break easily
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We travel at the speed of thought And we can fly from one dream to the next There are no walls to hold us back And we can kill everything that drags us down Let's spread our wings of sparkling white lunacy Let's spread our wings of failure and discovery Because there's no such thing as sky Only the cycle of pain and recovery We float on by And when we land, we bite like a butterfly Then we lift off We are the empty worlds that are drifting by On and on through eternity How can we find the will to decide Will our mistakes reverse our discoveries We found a place to call our own Then it exploded and destroyed everything If we let skin touch skin Can we let this feeling go Kick out the dark and let the light in Will there be anything left for us to know Web of luscious steel and feral crystal glass We stand on flowers ablaze with indignation We tune ourselves to impossible resonance Perceive the notes and process information A chrysalis left on its own To hum in tune with wandering nomads These vagrant thoughts, knight errants of the psyche A flight of fancy, forgotten work of romance These humble travelers need no recognition Their names erased from the memories of mankind How can we pass this knowledge on Before it fades like the wingbeat of a butterfly Become the shimmering silk that forms this fetal chrysalis We pollinate ablaze with indignation We tune ourselves to impossible resonance Irrelevance the final fate of all information Become the shimmering silk that forms this feeble chrysalis We pollinate ablaze with indignation We tune ourselves to impossible resonance Irrelevance the final fate of all information
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You got deep regrets You got a broken scab Now you got pain, and you just don't know how to heal Well, I've got the cure No, I've got something better I'm gonna tell you how to use that hurt you feel You gotta salt the wounds Now there's just one thing to do You gotta salt the wounds Now I'm gonna tell you what you gotta do You gotta salt the wounds And now I'm gonna tell you what you gotta do You gotta salt the wounds Now you've made mistakes You've got an ugly past And all that shit you use to numb your brain, and chase those thoughts away But those thoughts are fuel And that pain is you You gotta hurt yourself to make it through another day So just salt the wounds Now there's just one thing to do You gotta salt the wounds Now I'm gonna tell you what you gotta do You gotta salt the wounds And now I'm gonna tell you what you gotta do You gotta salt the wounds So just keep picking at it Dig out those sutures Open up the scars, and feel it just like it was new It'll be alright And you'll get by Now, just remember this one thing that you just have to do Cause you know you gotta salt the wounds Now there's just one thing to do You gotta salt the wounds Now I'm gonna tell you what you gotta do You gotta salt the wounds And now I'm gonna tell you what you gotta do You gotta salt the wounds So just salt the wounds
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Swept away By a flood at night A cold, wet grave For my only child We didn't come this far Just to forfeit what remains of our strength Beneath the liquid light We are all castaways Crucifix at your breast No savior ever came Feel my heart beat in my chest The only sensation I've known for days Time is meaningless here There's no way forward and no way back Desperation gives way to fear Healthy skin gives way to black The myth of progress Broken roads and shattered dreams Hope washes away in rain All that we can do is pray for solid ground beneath We rolled the dice for a chance to survive For centuries we've played this game We paid the price, there was no other way Some children never learn their names Stay close to me. Stay close to me Stay close to me. Stay close to me Stay close to me. Stay close to me Stay close to me. Stay close to me Crucifix at your breast No savior ever came Feel my heart beat in my chest The only sensation I've known for days Time is meaningless here There's no way forward and no way back Desperation gives way to fear Healthy skin gives way to black To die of thirst in pouring rain Skin shredded by bites, blisters and sores Forgotten everything I know about pain Can't remember our destination anymore They said it's better to be dead Than to survive without hope And now I'm watching you cry blood-red And now I'm thinking, to Hell with hope
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Telling tales of dominance They scour the land for sentimental value Digging the soil with their hooks Genuflecting in awe of the wreckage they found You make the world pay for the absence of purpose The past is a path to regrets of today The hardships of the farmer omitted from the record Language lost or misremembered, what was there to say If you leave one thing behind, make sure it's not a scarecrow Make it something meaningful If you're gonna be fossilized, make sure your bones are more than marrow Make an imprint in the soil And please remember To write something down And make sure it's concise And not too hard to understand Because you know it's never easy To decode and decipher The meaning of lines Written in some long-forgotten hand Building alabaster monuments They drink the wellsprings dry Convinced that they can sing forever So self-assured and certain they can never die Until the day there's nothing left there to exploit Till they discover that it's their turn to go And then we stand in awe and reverence Of trash they buried in the dirt, so deep below If you leave one behind, make sure it's not a scarecrow Make it something meaningful If you're gonna be fossilized, make sure your bones are more than marrow Make an imprint in the soil And please remember To write something down And make sure it's concise And not too hard to understand Because you know it's never easy To decode and decipher The meaning of lines Written in some long-forgotten hand If you leave one thing behind, make sure it's not a scarecrow Make it something meaningful If you're gonna be fossilized, make sure your bones are more than marrow Leave an imprint in the soil
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The Future 02:40
I'll always remember The way I felt In those dark days Those days before I remember I'd never felt so worthless And I'd never I'd never felt so afraid Then you found me You gave me purpose And you saved me You made me feel sane I was ready To just give up and die Then you healed me You made me feel so new I was certain that love was just a lie You proved me wrong And then you showed me the truth I used to see nothing ahead But pitch black infinite darkness But now when I look forward When I imagine my future All I see is you
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I've rewritten I've recast I've remolded A new character to play, Touch my spotless face This wax sculpture What a vain plea for recognition Please lavish attention on me Or the someone else I'd like to be You can't tell me that I haven't earned it Think there's a pattern but I can't discern it Identities forgotten or reclaimed From the cemetery of dead names This world affects you, can make you change Adapt, survive, and become deranged Debased. Longing for a script, Directionless, searching for your part Glass refracts as it reflects Mirrors know, but they can't tell you who you really are Look into the glass and tell me Do you recognize Anything you see Come on and Take a look at yourself You've become somebody else Become somebody else Become somebody else Become another actor on the shattered glass stage Restricted to wardrobe and words on a page Hard enough to figure out what you're meant to be now Who were you supposed to be back then? Breaking the wall, the invisible audience applauds Oh, but it's not for you They never see through, it's the mask that they're cheering on Encouraging inanimate Props on a stage with no actors, no sets, and no play Wait for the curtain call Nerve-wracked persona's performance art How can we choose who to portray? Who are we to decide The secrets we hide From the world? They are chosen for us And all we can do is make the best of the secrets meted out to us Wading through confusion and rage Faking it until we float or learn to swim And no, we don't get to choose what we submerge No need to pretend we have a past I can see through, anybody else can too We are transparent now And void and formless Time to fill the role again A new cast, Mask dripping wax I've restructured these facial bones Another selfish cry for recognition Please just pay attention to me Or the anything else I'd like to be Adapting to survive, till I relapse and This hollow frame that I call I collapses I'm searching for another way Finding a path to redefine this part Glass refracts as it reflects Mirrors know, but they can't tell you who you really are Look into the frame again, more closely What do you recognize? Come on Take a look at yourself You've become somebody else Become somebody else Become somebody else You've become somebody else
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Later Today 03:14
You want it done, what can I say Don't want to argue again, well okay Later today, later today Where to begin? Patience worn thin I'll get right on it, yeah, in a while Later today, later today Take some time off and try to enjoy yourself Keep up this pace and you just might destroy yourself Please don't destroy yourself Miss every deadline, missing the mark I'll pull it off someday, or just maybe Later today, later today Plenty of time before the sun sets Promise I won't forget, it's okay Later today, later today Take some time off and maybe enjoy yourself Catching your breath and trying not to destroy yourself Please don't destroy yourself You want it done, what can I say Don't want to argue again, well okay Later today, later today Where to begin? Patience worn thin I'll get right on it, yeah, it's okay Later today, later today

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