1. CHALLENGER

It's the stench that hits you first
Then the provocative interior
Sound is mangled beyond all mention
With its source the object of confusion
Held together by saints alone
It's our home. It's our home
This two ton beast devours gravel
Shelters us from the elements
The question always lingers
Will she prevail?
Never ending expanse of blue
It's here we begin to sober
As we slip the surly bonds of earth
And touch the face of god...


2. WHITTLER OF FORTUNE

A situation that's easily corrected
But rarely thought of in advance
All the technology ever dreamt of
But here there is no light
Hands up, here's the guns
Where there is manslaughter
There are also friends gather in the murk
Sparse light has no appeal
The overbearing darkness
Would seem appropriate
But does not our filth hide
Faceless unimaginable keeper
Red notes upon the doors
An enigmatic whittler of fortune
Exhausted by our prayers


3. DEEP ARCHITECTURE

Here at the nucleus of it all
The motive gathers steam
The pistons begin to fire
And light slowly illumes
It's worked itself into a lather
Full speed ahead
The unstoppable force that suddenly
Hits the immovable object
Only this time there is no coy
answer in science
At this perfect moment
We must start anew
And hope for the best
The engineer starts again
The steel buckles
Creation is undone
Stopped in its tracking
Truly profound. Deep Architecture


4. GLEAMER

When the truth won't do
And lies are so fulfilling

Hollow words
Beget hollow gestures
Hollow gestures
Beget hollow ventures

This impulse that dictates our nature
Drives us to dysfunction
Belligerent apathy
Belligerent apathy
Belligerent apathy would suit us so much better
But our motives are too impure


5. FAULT LINES

Reflection
Is but a stranger
These strings set rigorous routine

Cracks form, covering my body
Weakened, blistered and torn apart

Revisiting old wounds
Completing the circle
Once again
Swollen eyes fixed on the prize
We hang our heads in self-destructive triumph

These fault lines
A soul erosion
Predictions never became so clear


6. RISE TO THE MIDDEN

Derange the scale of trust
With this animated prevarication
That once passed for happiness
Degenerate into character

The clearest of all intentions
Words drawn out
Unfiltered

A perception
Untainted by logic

We are such low things
With null for a name
And while we quietly become
Imperceptible...

We are such low things
With null for a name
The inner monologue exposed
But this curtain is drawn closed


7. SORES WILL WEEP

Making allegations of questionable value
How can you right what isn't wrong?
All our preoccupations, all of out pretensions
Placated to the point of retardation
This distinction in unfakeable
These flaws are unavoidable
This is a hippopotomac landmass
And we can't even coexist
Automatons and our prehistoricisms


8. THEY (AS IN THEM)

Dazed with shovels in hands and gapaing faces
But there's really no assistance needed
The gluttons have already dug all our graves
It's so hard to tell what is and isn't
When contradictions are commonplace
Souls stripped, sensors disabled,
Maneuvered perceptions
The will to foreknow is here
But you don't have to use it
Just live to breathe this ailing earth in death


9. BURNING THESE DAYS

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10. UNTITLED

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