[Intro: Allie Winters]
It’ll all be over soon
[Verse 1: Conner Tomlinson]
Fuseli, Goya, paint me your mark
Eschatonic landscapes crooked and scarred
Hands like calcite coming out the walls
Insideout striations on the bones
Fuseli, Goya, make me your art
Literally viscerally pull me apart
Hands like calcite coming out the walls
Insideout striations on the bones
God said you're to blame (pressure building over rating)
Everybody float away (pressure building systems breaking)
Run run radiation (pressure building steam escaping)
There’s a killing ground wherе you’re heading
(pressurе pressure pressure pressure)
Fuseli, Goya, paint me your mark
Coagulated blood, shit, animal parts
Running out of faces and I’m running out of cards
Hands like calcite coming out the walls
[Skit: Allie Winters]
*knock knock knock*
Are you in there?
[Verse 2: Conner Tomlinson]
My body's like cotton
Following the way back scratched on the walls
I met a widow who revealed to me
That every 80 years they’d be back again to reap
Reduce dissolve I'll try to recall
Why we all float away we all float away
I am to blame, it's a curious thing
How we all float away, we all float away
[Verse 3: Conner Tomlinson]
On the fortieth day now the rain has stopped
I'm so fucking tired and my teeth are all gone
Burning incense of wretched formaldehyde
It's only a means to escape this decay
(Bree)
On the first day I feel the walls splintering
On the next day I feel my eyes blistering
On the third day I feel nothing at all
(Woah woah) (Woah woah)
(Oh woah) (Woah ah)
It’s quiet tonight
Where have you been
‘Cause heaven’s been failing in a landslide
Don’t talk right now
I don’t know when I’ll see you again
[Skit: Telephone (AI)]
*Ringing* There is a caller with a view of your body
*Ringing* There is a caller with a view of your body
*Ringing* There is a caller with a view of your body
*Mandrill screeching*
[Segue]
Pie Jesu domine, dona eis requiem
Pie Jesu domine, dona eis requiem
Pie Jesu domine, dona eis requiem
[Verse 4: Conner Tomlinson]
Psychic bloodsports infrastructure absurd
Neurofucking network rhizomatic kudzu crawling
Unseen unscarred underneath a bad star
Wonder how your hands are hold it steady coming at you
Forearm skin freak number of the beast
Cut bone deep deprived of any ceremony
No one's listening and no one seems to be alarmed
When advised about pressure warning
Catatonic fucking lies
Lacerations across the inside
Oh God oh fuck just kill me now
Before my bones decay and my teeth fall out
Heaven would regurgitate your acid soul
Burning the larynx of God and putting an end to the Word
Rain may come and victimize you
Get beat with the chain that signifies you
Rain may come and victimize you
Get beat with the chain that signifies
[Bridge: Conner Tomlinson, Allie Winters]
In my dreams I've been still as amber, I won't leave this time
Instantly everything's perfect and I’d trade a decade in a heartbeat for tonight
We can love in the place where hell and heaven used to meet
I'll pour my life into you, you'll pour forever into me (ah)
(Oh, woah) (Oh, woah)
(Oh, oh, oh, woah)
(Oh, woah, woah)
(Oh, woah, oh, woah)
[Skit: Julian Geiger, Jane Ferry]
We can’t keep doing this
What do you mean?
It's been ten years, it's time to pull the plug
Bruh, don't say that
He's a fucking vegetable, look at him!
Dude!
Braindead!
What's wrong with you?
A limp, worthless piece of stupid. fucking. meat
Shut up!
[Verse 5: Conner Tomlinson]
Dreizehn vierzehn funfzehn sechzehn
Fliegen fressen fliegen fressen
Neunzehn achtzehn siebzehn sechsen
Fliegen fressen fliegen fressen
Good God bless the cold weight pulling on my tongue
All red, all white, all everybody saw
Was a slack-jawed cowboy clawing at the arm
Shut the water off quick man everybody's gone
There's a message in the scriptures that I shouldn't have ignored
There's a callous information junkie passed out on the floor
You're gonna drown little man it's Nakasone on the line
Says he knows what you've been doing and there's nowhere you can hide
Lord save us it's a bitter shame
Spread out facedown on the interstate
Run bomb shells to town for the ministry
You learn to bite and to think like a centipede
Interesting symmetry, livestock going mad
They're dying by the masses and they're under your command
You're gonna drown out your nightmares with ice and some bourbon
But what the fuck will you do when the mirrors stop working
Don't go too far in one direction, disinterment, dereliction
Free and honest fair elections, neon bombs, and thought correction
Formulaic reproduction, manufactured interruption
Always talking self-construction always talking always talking
I saw you floating again I think I know where I stand
I've heard a lot about your cities and their tunnels of hands
I saw you floating again it's all a delicate plan
I've heard a lot about your cities and their tunnels of hands
[Skit]
*Drowning sounds*
*Pigs squealing*
[Outro: Gilles Deleuze, Conner Tomlinson]
Le rêve de ceux qui rêvent concerne ceux qui ne rêvent pas
Et pourquoi cela ça les concerne?
Parce que dès qu’il y a rêve de l’autre, il y a danger
A savoir que le rêve des gens est toujours un rêve dévorant qui risque de nous engloutir
Et que les autres rêvent, c’est très dangereux
Et que le rêve est une terrible volonté de puissance
Et que chacun de nous est plus ou moins victime du rêve des autres
Même quand c’est la plus gracieuse jeune fille
Même quand c’est la plus gracieuse jeune fille, c’est une terrible dévorante
Pas par son âme, mais par ses rêves
Méfiez-vous du rêve de l’autre, parce que si vous êtes pris dans le rêve de l’autre, vous êtes foutus
Ne soyez jamais pris dans le rêve de l'autre
In my dreams I’ve been still as amber
