Binary Nation

All the little seeds that you sowed; In the dark are fully grown; Fully sparked there all the rage; In the machine age; With their halogen hate and their space-age face; They’ve come to take you down; Take your place…….Dirty film clip loop; retrograde crap shoot; Never know what you’ll find; In the back of your mind the gap; Between the truth telling lies; purple static hazed eyes; Turn it off, kill the light; Turn it out what’s the score; I’m not blind but I can’t see the shit anymore……Wanna spread my smear all across your ears; Sing star-spangled tatter chant chatter cheer……..Everything is coming to a boiling point your gun at the eye of the sun and your daughters on the run across your screen-burned wasteland where the liar lies down with the lamb; For a scam, what’s the score; I’m not blind but I can’t see shit anymore….Do you want to be free or do you want to be right?

White Room Black Eye

Creepy crawl annoying insect; In your silverscreen headset; Stop movin' in on my crowd; You're bringin' me down......Think you’re so cinematotastic; You’re brain reloaded automatik; Your soul re-molded barbie-plastic; When you talk all I hear is static….Where will you be when all the make-up smears off?; Who will you be when all the drugs wear off?; Where will you go?  What will you do?; When you discover you’re the anti-cool?….You’re so hysterical and asymmetrical; It’d be so sad if it weren’t so fucking comical; Get your picture on the cover of the noise paper; Oh baby, you’re going to be so god-damned famous….Here comes the shockwave to wake you up, take you down; Coming back to flip your switch and turn you ‘round

Black Snake Voodoo Hiss

I’ll scan for you in infra-red; Unleash the hunger in your head; Catch a steel low-engine whine; Along the sweating curve of your spine; ‘Cause it’s not really fun; Til electricity hums and gets us shivering shuddering shaking; Come all undone; On the lip of the whispering night; Your little moth wings come alight…...I got my fork and my knife; Cut myself a sweaty slice; Dropped my blackened spoon; I’ve got a taste for you; You better run for your life; I’ll take a slice off the back…..Your oil-slick black eyes rainbow shimmer; Halo of the fire flicker glitter and glimmer; drag your lo-light drapes around me; winking satellites surround me; I embrace your tender fracture; (You’re) my particular spectacular…. I got my fork and my knife; Cut myself a sweaty slice; Dropped my blackened spoon; I’ve got a taste for you; My teeth incising for a bite; You better run for your life….I’m hacking into you tonight; Ball-gag leather-tight; Spat out, shat out; Last page torn out; Worn out turned down; Turned on and turned out

Atomic Automatic

Let the strangeness in again; The damage shows the circuitry beneath the skin; Yesterday’s a dream; Tomorrow’s never coming through; Blank stare, your screen turns blue; The lie’s the only thing that’s true….Another jagged shard, a shovel full of dirt; Another cheek turned towards the hurt; No neutral ground, no safety lock, no DMZ; No place to wash your hands, get clean; Reach out your hand, your back was turned; Grab a spark and then it burned; mono-electrolytic stomach churn….Let it in; Let it out….Empty head feeds you an exit bomb; Empty head wants you to sing along….Shooting v2’s at the blackened stain; Into the heart of the bruised fruit plain; Nothing so deep it can’t be dug up; Nothing so clean it can’t be fucked up; Duck low you might avoid detection; Total lobotomy is your best copy protection….Keep it out, keep it out, keep it out

Force Quit

I can see the curtain; The ending; Knew it was on its way; I just didn’t want it to be today….Watching the cityscape; Drift from day to dusk to dark; Blurrily indistinct the sooty cape; Slowly slips across its jagged shape….Lights signaling; Some winking on; Then blinking off….Lights signaling; Some winking on; redandredandwhite….I can see; Piss over battersea; Floating in flight….On quiet nights I can hear the stars; And cosmonauts talk; A ragged 30-watt moon; Hangs over my hotel room….I saw you nodding out in; The mouth of the night; Face full of white light grace….And I push your body out into space; Let it go, watch it drift away….Going on to beggar and bitter things; Just a fly with little plucked off wings…. Going on to beggar and bitter things; Never fly, never earn your wings….And when the stars are all burned out; Don’t try and tell me what it’s all about

Scornocopia

Your rough beauty catches my breath; Trashed flashed and too much make-up; Spiked-heeled sky-scraped; but baby you got some guts; With your toothy grin around your gun; What did you say?….Wanna die young die young; That’s what you said; That’s what you did; Your such a cliché; Behind your mirrored shades….Well it’s been no laugh; In your oxygen mask; You suffer your last gasp; Strapped in; Draining; The stuttering light fades at last….With your burned-out; Country club superstar looks; As the rock cooks; Cocktail hour smile collapse; Slack-jawed black-eyed excess; Yeah baby you’re a total knock-out….Remember what you said to me?….Scraping the gutter; For hard-ons and hardwire; In the guitar lazy night

Mega Hurts

The earth is such a long way down (from here); Watching the evening slide away (drift clear); Darkness slips across its face (turn round); The distant lights all fade away; They slowly winking off and out….Pieces are coming apart; With a static hiss; Can’t see the stream through all of this; Can’t escape the slow-lo grind; Desperate slow decline; That takes its time; And slowly takes apart your mind….As the signal comes in; And the lights decay; Put the hollow screen up to my face; Shed my diamond skin; and let the outside in….Lights blurring down the tunnel; Bar-code the windshield; Dazzled strips floro-aftertaste; Ionocrome….I’m all alone and drenched in drone; A scratchy wind-up gramophone; It’s such a long way down; It’s such an awful long way home…. As the signal comes in; And the lights go out; Put my face up to the screen; shed my diamond skin; To let the light pour in.

Monkey God

count down; 1-2-3-4....1 the bruise........2 the fuse.....3 abuse.......4 let it loose
let it loose; get your neck  out of that noose
the noise is less; the stink is more the need remains scratch your brains until they’re sore cruising from snoozing to bruising
light it up; get it hot; the fireworks are taking off and you get gunshot cruising from snoozing to bruising
i got no monkey i got no monkey; i got no monkey god on my back
talking to you from the top of the dial; unjam rebuke refuse denial

Queen Of Despair (ode to the diode)

I'm a space cadet; I'll be the first to admit it; Feeling inundated with surface noise skip; Swamped with static hiss crackled blip; Feel like I’m wound to tight; Mainline the power grid tonight….Hooked up to the TV I.V.; Drain, drain all day; Whisper quietly away; Klips and blips; Steer me out into the stream; Of channel-scratching noise; And away from the world….Space cadet; I’ll be the first to admit it; I’m double-sided in three ways….Fractionalised behind bit-mapped eyes; I miss your digitised face; Broken in pixelate….Desynchronise; Come unglued; Stretch out your strands; And I’ll connect with you; Disconnect with you….Stubbed out your frustration; In my ashtray hole; In my black-and-blue soul….Pour my brain into a paper cup and; scrape across the universe….I’ll be your king of decay; If you’ll be my queen of despair; We’ll make a lovely desperate pair.
 

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