From Basements We See Stars

We have crawled from the underworld all claws
And false hopes have sold us down the river of prophets.
Allah akbar!
God is not good.
Man can become inhuman and here is the point of the revolution.
A few beers, substances, years and friends have gone the way of the handwritten letter.
A generation responsible for the comatose of the novel
A titanic in a bottle
We are clichés regaining popularity
The polarity so thick you could hold it with a magnet
As we dance a generation of electricity as the dj spins the galaxies we drop the needle straight into the brain.
Trans-cranial magnetic stimulation, the ear buds grow into forests in our skulls broadcasting the musicians soul straight into our consciousness.
Turn that beat back to the point of cellular differentiation that protocardiac beatbox becoming a drum machine of four chambers and the valves clapping together like tambourines .
You can make me quiver like a heart full of arrows
Patron saint of the fatherless
You can miss what once was loved but now has gone away.
Memories of pain never go away
Letting go was a catharsis
We have buried the evidence deep in our chests And the most primitive corners of these reptilian brains
Crazy apes walking in the shadow of gods
We have invented zepplins and hot air balloons some call dogma some call philosophy
Blotting out infinity with temporary sollutions to permanent conundrums
Every one of us is alone in the universe
No man is an island but everybody is a galaxy
Mostly just empty space with concentrated anomalies
Getting lost in the details to spite the trail of destruction and breadcrumbs and dead skin cells we leave along the path
Understanding that you are an accident makes you more beautiful than anything we could have planned.
Circumstance is our victim
The first link in the chain of events.
The blasting cap that started the big bang
Don't just hang around like an iron Maiden
Our skeletons will dance in the wind... breakdance
Doing Dutch windmills
Don't put your thumb in a dyke
Or fly a kite in a lighting storm
We are all compensating for everything
Be as loud as you can
To not forget yourself
Hear the echo as you fade off into nothingness