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The Off-Duty Cop:
Red magnetic streets
Awash with underground rain
You face the long roofs of the city
And hope the wind does not blow your scent
Towards the ravenous Skarn in the temple district
Below the Cockroach Spire the city is nothing
All days have become this moment
The moment of the singing
The bright pulsations of flame
Are like a code to the drooling denizens of the street
They move like blood
Through the smooth network
But you follow too, deary
You follow too...
HEY HON! ARE YOU MAD OR SOMETHING?
Joanne Price:
I walk in the shadow of a rotting wyvern
Drawn to the central flame
It sings and crackles in a pot of iron
Like a lover guessing my name
Come closer
The droning masses with hypnotic fervour
Chant to the ascended bug
But I can only focus on the heated rhythm
Ignoring the smell of my blood
To disperse into infinite particles
To be the beauty without end
Into the flame
Into the flame
Into the flame
Into the flame
I see nothing but who cares
Forever looping the fabric of air
Give yourself a break
Nobody bothers me
And nobody cries
Nobody misses me
And that's alright
I'm inside it
And I couldn't leave now
I wouldn't want to if I could
I'm inside it
I'm excited
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The Big Scientists
07:19
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Crux, Chief of the Scientists:
The rats force their way into the black hole
Sucking sound from the first engine with a gammy soul
And me with my clipboard staring at you hopefully
As the mincemeat pours from your horrid eyes
The Big Scientists
In fire, there's a place by the black lake
Where I structured your labyrinthine rib cab
To swarm with vermin until my claws find purchase
And hold you close as cool glass on hot skin carcass
And I told Jerimiah to take his hand off of the wheel
And I told little Linda she can get out if that's how she feels
The Other Big Scientists:
We tried to tell him it wouldn't work
Spat on the blueprints
He went bezerk
Heaven knows what he's doing in there
Heaven knows what he's doing in there
We tried to tell him it wouldn't work
We downed our tools
He went bezerk
Heaven knows what he's doing in there
What the hell is he doing in there?
Crux, Chief of the Scientists:
The Big Scientists...
And I know and I know and I know and I know and I know that nothing lasts
*Murmurs about what he would like to do to the machine*
The Big Scientists
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Lorn, a human worker:
Clutches of eggs
Halt development
Eyes on eyes on eyes on eyes
Flailing legs
Twitch out
Bioweapons
Force no complaints
And eyes on eyes on eyes on eyes
Watch us all day
Fly, just fly
This work it hurts so much
We call this one rebar
Suicide Arnold
Cos some young Skarn who wished to die
Threw himself into the pit
And his mouth went AAAAAAAAHHHHHH
This work it hurts so much
And we've all been redeployed in very sensible ways
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II. Mandible Lexicon
02:55
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Cockroach, from within the spire:
...
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Swak, Project Manager:
Slime reek for ten days
Strikes without thought
Lights from the ever present roof
The Big Scientists can't keep them in line
A blackened corpse
A split lip
An eye folding in
On the city
All praise is undeserved
The weeping Skarn form a line
Claws and forms dispense all easy answers
Please address your complaints to the highest authority you can think of
A corpse
A split lip
A gas that inspires flight
At the base of the cockroach spire
Some Young Skarn:
We'll never get out of here...
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The Archivists, scrambling for cover:
The population was running wild
So the dragons conceived an economy of corpses
And every eerily silent child
From every possible world
Was brought by indifferent forces
Made to work without end
Or descend into lassitude
All soon chose the spire or flame
Mally, the one Skarn archivist:
But soon a clicking god
Who the dragons feared
Spoke in codes an unholy name
The Archivists, hopeful:
The Big Scientists say
Crux, Chief of the Scientists:
Our gas cuts you off in your prime
The Archivists, hopeful:
But we have a future, don't we?
Don't we-
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The Bug Ascends
08:42
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Some young Skarn:
In parallel to the white flame
A tower was built
And a labyrinth with no name
Spiders up its core
I climb
I climb
A tribute to suicidals
The Big Scientist salute
But the wrathful cockroach at the top of spire
Glares with grimmer visage
I climb
I climb
Behold weaklings!
Behold weaklings! I am going now!
An intricate network of bulbs and eyes
An infestation of work and toys
Fragments and noise
As the bug ascends
As the bug ascends
I'm coming down the other way sonny
In short
Please. Make. It. Stop.
The On-Duty Cop:
Everybody stay in your homes
There's nothing to see here
The dangers of living alone
Are frightening and clear
All the tomorrow people party
All the tomorrow people
Ignore the bug eating the city
All the tomorrow people
Fuck it
Peace out!
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The Mara London, UK
"You can never be strong/ You can only be free."
Guided By Voices
I eat spit and make psych shit. Or other things.
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