lyrics
Take the light and blind it,
And feed it to the night,
Take your mass and bind it,
To the market-rite,
Come and share my fiction,
Dress the placebo down,
Prop for my addiction,
A kingdom for my crown.
Network-narcosis,
Take your blood-work,
To the mouth of the river.
All that means and matters,
All that could be yours,
When this symbol shatters,
Your poisons taint your cures,
The zero-mass of dreaming,
For the need you never had,
The broadband-doctors streaming,
The audience so sad.
Mass market ghost,
The season of your soul,
Sub-atomic sabotage.
If it all just falls to this,
Thought is a god,
I just buy into the beauty,
Thought is a god.
Feb. 14
credits
from
Chronos,
released November 11, 2014
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