toss away the key
mystery above
heaven beneath our feet
bow so subserviently
who is more deserving?
the highlights so unnerving

so sensational
there's no jail
it's inspirational
as a cautionary tail

i get no pleasure
out of this...

paint the hills with highway stripes
paint the hills with highways

let's get acquainted
our wills are tainted

un abime profond tout autour le monde
mais comment est-ce que ca pourrait-il en autrement?

the sky completely empty
not breathing poison air
one more cause preempted
to drive us to despair
'cause you can stick around
& suffer with the fruit that you bear

i'm on my way to the kingdom
i've been apprised of the revelation
i'm on my way to the kingdom
well apprised of the revelation
goin out drinking with the lord
we're gonna borrow your brand new Ford
break it in!

you can hang around
suffer with the fruit that you bear
the city is so loud
breathing painted air
there's no cause to despair

the sky completly empty
like you've never even known
trust you as far
just as far as you can throw me

the way they look at me
polite society
oblivious to their hypocritical pieties
not the bejeweled girls
so disdainful of an uncouth churl
not the p(b)lundering lugs tucked around by the rims of their highballs
no, it's roller of the thunder
it's the sprinkler of the sand
you'll find just how hard it is to come across an honest man

the subtle machinations are the things that we believe

we've been mesmerized
we've been hypnotized
we've been mechanized
we've been weaponized
make it standardized
cut down to less then size

paid back in kind by a mind's eye that's blind
paid back in kind by a mind that just rewinds

Miss Anthropocene
you better bow to your queen
get down on your knees
we'll treat you like you please
oh but Miss Anthropocene
you better curtsy your king
nobody taking their leave
cause the day it has been seized
not one to suffer disease
they'll take your head before you're appeased
Miss Anthropocene

you got an axe to grind
a radiating mind
an old crumpled up code to unwind
you strike a false note
have you got a snowball's chance in hell?

bleeding for attention
an inter-intervention
assuaging all the tensions
riddling conditions
ohh I forgot to mention
a magnificent ascension

hail a tumbrel
don't you know
what the people want
off you go
go to keep up the front
don't you know
what the people want
what they want
is to borrow time
you got to keep 'em in line

washed over with the tide
mandelbrot lines
no writing in the signs
swaying of the pines

a mistress, a mistress, a mistress amiss
a sunny, a sunny, a sunny abyss
a terror, a terror, a terrorist
a schism, a prism, a continentalist
a body, a body, you try to resist

but history will judge you

absent-mindedly

go fishin in the sky
lend a little water
upside down
inside out
put hooks on the clouds
scrape along a little hotter
a terrible sound, lost and found
go fishin in the sky
walk on the water
string hooks from the clouds
living upside down
go fishin in the sky
plunging through the air
a marionette tangled up in a net
the captain of the trawler
upon winds that are lawless
ideal forms
that break apart when they are flawless
the view from Saturn
upon worlds that are shattered
taciturn
it doesn't even matter
unravelled evolution
behold our contribution
the world will burn
solving the pollution
the reflections between us
Venusian galena
I never learned
should have stayed in Rowena
fishin in the sky
living under water
upside down
inside out

a coffin cut out of a cut down tree
and a cot out in front for your neigbourhood apple thief
a blowhard in your backyard
spouting off about presidents past
steppin lightly on the gold leaf paint
the ceiling's just cause you to faint
the clock's stopped working it's so late
a nation turned back into states
pearls for teeth in a vinegar sea
burning our air for energy
in an earthquake for hell's sake
rivers gonna go and drain the lakes
martyrs turn back into saints

tsunami upon me

the boughs bow in the wind
something always comes happening again
the boughs bow in the wind
something always comes blowing in

turning the page
to a forgotten age
such a distant light
to illuminate the stage

i've never felt at home
anywhere i've gone
but i've never felt alone
anywhere i've roamed

fickle fiction
quick depictions
of perdition
fickle fiction...


if the phone doesn't ring it's me
if the waves still roll in the sea
if that town makes you want to leave
if nothing ever gives you what you need

if the flower doesn't captivate the bees
if the fruit doesn't bear any seed
if the apple falls far from the tree
if there's no serpent in the grass underneath

if promises're revealed to be a tease
if regrets steal your reason to believe
if the world is deaf to your pleas
if the future still forbids you to see

but creatures still reinvent the deep
the sun still emerges from its keep
the wind still rustles up the leaves
the cracked bell still wants to ring