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Gale Wolf
02:48
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Memories pass in anguish
Odd eyes obscure the sightline
Fans flame of war unending
Ashes spread with reluctance
Ghosts flicker in mirrors as they pass
With each diastolic instant your embrace ambushes me
I feel your warmth revive
Bridging the gap of those lain about the stern
Collapsed bodies wrapped with innumerous starlight bobbing patient in the wake
Crowded with concentric schlock
Shoulders straight seizing for the center
Stealing number after number from countless tolls of the dead
My heart breaks ever faster knowing my pace can’t close the fleeting distance between us
The sooner I wrest my teeth from the chests of those lying underneath
The sooner I can return mine to where mine’s meant to be
Motion blur conscription rapid eye movement fatigue
Prey frozen in the grip of nausea
Antiemetic rail gun crossfire charting your next course
No sense in notching when you were already dead
There’s still hope that I don’t lose you
With my hands around your fucking throat
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph
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Time stands at the edge of winter
Sitting in low light at the gate to tomorrow
Footsteps droned out by the creaking of
Slamming doors in my own face
Will there be another moment when we cross paths
Will there be another opportunity to say next time
Red cords string on and on
Yet I can’t see forever
Undeniable feelings lie buried underground
Priming for the right moment
Roots take hold yet sprouts never will push through
Spinning wheels until they fall off
Thrashing about wheel-less
Now for what? Now for what?
Wounds licked clean forever
Never allowed to close
How many more times could I walk around the block
Or hide as quietly as a mouse
Walking into a crowded shopping center guns blazing
I’m sure takes about as much effort
As extending my hand out to you
But
With my last breath I fail to pen the words
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What if we could turn our delinquents
Into our brightest stars
That unrepentant little
Shit-brood fed from the sum
Of our wantnots
Otherwise pushed through and
Plugged into their own little zoo
Not seen and not heard, but why does that have to be the case here
Picture this: a name in lights
An off-world story
Not in your own backyard
You wanted to play games, well now you get to
You can act out, on the biggest stage
Boo hoo hoo in front of the whole wide worlds
Attention seeking with consequence
You haven’t had long in this world
You’re not long for this world
You must long for your own world
Well here you go
These little bastards need somewhere to go
A place to do whatever they want
We could just kill them but what would they make us
Additionally, they could be fun to watch
Why shouldn’t we pull their fucking pants down
And spank their asses to the fucking moon
The little fish in a big pond, crying a little song for mommy
Perhaps even an after hours slot, ”The Kiddy Show”
Adults only programming
You remember when you were that age, right?
Statistically, there will be some early developers
You’re right, that’s not marketable enough
You’ve got to ease it in slow
Well, you can’t tell me that this place isn’t exactly
Where they expected to go
Running Little-Man
Let them fucking kill each other
Exhausting a resource and all
But you’ve seen Battle Royale
What a good flick
They’re not doing much anyway
We could even call it expression therapy
Slide your finger down that g-string real low (Rockout!)
Blast your past rimshot style (Rockout!)
Shake that ass for the whole class (Rockout!)
And scream so loud your last foster family can hear you (Rockout!)
Wait a minute, is this even a punishment at this point
Rockout!
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4. |
Cephscope Blues
02:54
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When one lives in such a way they must start to wonder
What a burnt out hit must taste like to a human brain
Something lies shorted out upstairs
What’s the difference between
Searching for a speck of gray on a white countertop
And scanning outlets for phantom G-men
A working-order cephalocromoscope projects the same shade
Crapped out electronics display a mocking gray
This familiar signal still outputs bichromatic
I can’t see it on the wall but I still know it’s there
There’s always a better answer than I’m too fucked in the head
Crapped out electronics display a crapped in brain
Now I can see my own shit smeared on the wall
Seemingly every thing external to my mind
Turns ignition to set it off
Seffle particles suspended in every space between
I can almost remember
How that key turned between you and I
When my mouth match cuts straight into something else [a different hole]
Will
There
Will
There
I’m still here i’m still here
I’m still here i’m still here
I’m still here i’m still here
I’m still here i’m still here
Will?
Where
Will?
Where
Until I’ve been commissioned to fulfill my last productivity goal
A mop wip awaying in a circle pushing the gray out of its corners
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Opinion pattern
Matrix playgrounds
Pecking orders
Ranked flocks
Of sheep
Plagiarizing
Open
Books
Hiding
Insecurity
Prisonic fairytales
Robed in blue light rays
Psycho frames adorned with custom parts
Newtype main character complex
Dragged willingly to tomorrow’s crusade
Postcards sent for all to see
A celebration of every day
Narcissism makes peace with normalcy
Each thought indexed in complete
I promise you this is the real me
Truth set deep beneath walls of pride
Locked away passworded fatigue
Intrusive thoughts lost inside the tomes of cleared histories
Shield strength set to max—obliterating self-critique
You’ve been there in real life, too:
A question’s asked
You scan the room
A hand is raised
Maybe not right away, but now yours is, too
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Arbitrary
01:50
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An honest man who submits a form with conviction
And an honest man who submits a form
Is one right and is one wrong
Both still go to work each day
Up or down
Both are skilled in the act of submission
Sometimes you’re away
Sometimes things are just plain ‘ol happy and gay
And sometimes, I really didn’t even want to play anyway
It’s who I am it’s who you are
And who is that who could say
For some reason after a terrible event, like misplacing one’s car keys
Or striking a child
People tend to ask themselves
“What could I have done differently?”
And now why does it always have to be about YOU?
Every action rendered by
God Hand
A knight bent
Seeking wisdom he found truth at confession’s grille
What difference did it make at the end of the game
Play blind to
Said Little Fables
Arbitrary Arbitrary Arbitrary Arbitrary Arbitrary Arbitrary
Eventually you meet your cat
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7. |
Searing Vernier Reprisal
02:49
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Propellant stirs within my heart
Chambers blasting hypergolic black
Countdown timers straddling zero
Umbilical cables pulled out preemptively
From within the hum and buckle
Beneath the fallout is where I’m made
Matrixed within a core block system
Killing to fucking live
When it comes down to you or me I’m picking me every fucking time
Beam sabers dancing, wishes to fuse flesh and metal, carrying the outcome every day
Turbulent psychic wounds, connections decaying each step of the way
A communion made with Lalah Sune
With shining blue fire
Cabin chambered tinnitus when you’ve thought I’ve been had
Coddled by robotics
Limbs tangled and bent
Attitude control
Internal systems switch bare
Face to face
If you haven’t killed that part of yourself
Hurry up
And die already
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8. |
Kei: A Song of Farewell
05:15
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Led back down a trail that’s long gone cold
Cadaver dogs hit on the ashes of
Where promises were once sworn to be kept
Frolicking amidst the truth at the cotton drifting festival
Pareidolic lenses leer upon my world
Seeing you for what I want to see
As I sit in the audience the spotlight reduces my field of vision to you
I cannot comprehend that the actors regather themselves, disrobe, and go home
The curtain full of blue skies to forever begins to peel away
Red mist drifts when the shamisen comes in
Even though I’ve killed my dreams of yesterday
With my own two hands
They still haunt me
Dreams that rest dormant in the snow renew when seasons come to pass
Signaling a new act in this play composed for two
Writing you into the past tense
The clip empties into you at the waltz of our conjoined heart
When yours stops, mine does too, but just for a moment
Separating myself from you
Shared histories come undone
A petal falls to the ground without a sound
Lacking in climax
I walk beyond
Again
Alone
But for how long
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Media Light Array Urbana, Illinois
Vertigo Children/Media Light Array was a grindcore trio from Urbana, IL active 2018-2022.
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