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Skyjacker
03:10
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Fake name in a three piece suit
Lied and ticked “no explosives”
They didn’t ask about no parachute
Request granted for an aisle seat
Legroom to spare
“Could I grab a bourbon soda, please?”
Fine white dress miss, avoid red wine
I expect some turbulence in just over an hour’s time.
A quick stop in Tacoma
It’s impossible to track a loner
Transcending mythology
Descending, watching eyes ain’t seeing me
Briefcase secured, loot counted and stacked
Tray table secured, cabin crew prepare for crash
The bomb is armed, manoeuvres smooth
So if I hit this red handle, will that blow the hatch?
November 24, 71
Northwest Orient F305
Freefall from mile high, air thin, skinny sky.
Two minutes, no oxygen to my gills
Altitude right, strap pulled, chute fills
Smooth sailing as I prepare to hit the ground
Timed just right, less than a click from the car waiting in town.
News travels slow here in the islands down south.
Police sketch? You wouldn’t recognise me now.
The federales said they found my body in a marsh.
Then how am I sipping cocktails beachside through a thick moustache?
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2. |
Dead Weight
02:36
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May you be swept away before a burning wind
Consumed like kindling by fire
The evil deeds never repented for leave a stain that we shall never be blind to
Your right has become void, the oath is vain
The joy you have taken cannot be made anew
Their world has been broken and cannot be remade.
Open, fixed and unfocused
Sitting upon a cold throne
Looking out upon those you claim to love
Their sorrowful fates
And nothing escaping your sight
Feigning pity with no movement
Your actions lay on their souls like lead weight
Process of disconnection, a back turned to every cry
Leaves just the questions: how’d they come up with this shit?
And how did we develop a taste for it?
Rejection of contact as doctrine.
Preying on the vulnerability of uncertainty and weakness of place
Promising to fill the unfillable void and loneliness
Amateur conjuring of an unseen world
Your actions lay on their souls like lead weight
What aspect of their loss keeps you warm?
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3. |
Flat Out (Feat. Ess-Em)
02:50
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I’ll never stand straight again
Propping up this bar forever.
Though things have never been better,
Craving the company of an empty stomach and something to drink.
Give me the lowest lows on the hottest nights and I’ll show you how to shine.
Heading from dead to blossoming
Love you more than any bastard, just can’t say the same for myself.
This year I’ll make the call (yeah, right)
Between it all, hazy not yet desperate
Following my whiskey nose ever onwards
A sad body in a pool of…
Been flat out like a lizard drinking
Thirsty as a worm lying in the sun.
Hell bent on self destruction
In a primitive state.
Are the flies hovering?
Like the poison squad, choking it down for the good of us all.
You know, I’m always down.
Are the flies hovering over the garbage,
Or is the garbage amongst the flies?
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Standing on the edge of the world
With my mind blasted from my skull
Waiting for a new one to be inserted into the resulting void
There was a lot of work done on step one
Step two’s a waste of time, it can’t be done.
Now we’re holding on to the impossible.
Two part process
Firstly, blast away the existing mind
Secondly, find a way to insert a new mind into the resulting void.
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5. |
Operation Persistence
02:26
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You’ve got one foot in
We’re cannon balling a deep six
Drench in it
It always works out, never bracing for a landing
Always shifting, let yourself be taken in
The twilight is calling, swallow it while it glows
The distance is only growing closer as we speed up
There’s no doubt we’re fucked and we know it
Licking the mist of my breath, dying of thirst
A broken column on a headstone, a cat frozen in the snow
Humming through another useless interaction
Come in close so I can whisper in certain words…
Shouting at the heavens for what’s below.
Hey, hey!
You know the deal
Tasted defeat
You’re in this now
If it swings, it swings
If it’s dead weight it sinks
Not even our mothers will weep.
The hearse is here, take it home
Salt the earth, burn the rest.
Don’t hold your head that high. It ain’t worth that much.
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6. |
Give Us A Smile
02:11
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Welcome to my marshland home!
Did you bring a friend or did you come alone?
Won’t you take a seat and rest your weary bones.
Please disregard the mess, I did not anticipate having guests.
Where are my manners? Would you like a tea or coffee? Any allergies or gluten free requests?
And that’s when you realise you’re surrounded by fragments of egg, a mother’s love and
50 hatchlings closing in upon the nest.
Things to keep you up at night.
Panic, terror, fear and fright.
Your worst fears are realised.
Do you flounder, fight, freeze or fly?
A murderous killing machine.
Brilliant white teeth, soul unclean,
A lacerated snake ain’t this mean.
She glares at you with slitted eyes
Watching closely for routine
Waiting to let loose 60 jagged guillotines.
Your final pirouette: a pivot from person to protein.
There is no use in struggling
As you scream into red and green.
Your last breath an eternal gurgling,
Your character killed off.
End scene.
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PTSD (Anno Domini '16)
05:00
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This is an exercise in exorcising demons
A cathartic blood letting me disinfect the wounds.
Death by a thousand cuts.
Lately, they're getting me to reconsider a decade of friendship, an adopted brother given abundant trust.
And in mere minutes you managed to turn that love into rage, hatred and disgust.
The love I felt for you's now dried up like a barren desert well.
The man I knew is now swinging lonely from a sheet in a prison cell
Inside a cage of your own making, behind bars, a lifetime in solitary.
I begged with you to free yourself and you voluntarily swallowed the key.
You always said “Wind In Your Sail” is a perfect hate song and I agreed.
Never in a hundred years could it apply to you and me.
Your mania indicates to us all that we still live in your head rent-free
But if you cross my mind these days, there is no hatred, just pity.
It's not my job, but I often think of olive branches only to realise
The living nightmare you unleashed on yourself has harnessed you and metastasised.
My deepest embitterment is that I knew there was good in you
Your years of dysfunction still lie ahead unless you trip and crawl back to...
I've grown to see Wind In Your Sail as the saddest song in history.
To ever think my hate would subside is a day I thought I'd never see.
I hope against hope you stop your slide down that slope and make your peace internally
So when you cross my mind each day, I won't still feel like an amputee.
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