Unspeakable Truths Cassette
2012
Control from the heavens. Cosmic wrath impending. We are the subspecies. Predisposed inferiority. Genetically predisposed inferiority. World ending termination. Aboriginal mutation. From the shadows, celestial dominance. From the shadows. Celestial dominance. We receive the transmissions. We are the subspecies.
STATIC
There is no hope. No education will save this sinking ship. Bound and gagged, enslaved by wage. Mouth covered. Daily horrors. Infinite supplies, legitimized and rationalized. Utter acceptance. Bask in the warmth of burning flesh as water fills our lungs. Hopeless, we drown.
SUMMATION. INDEX. MORTALITY.
Standardized nature of machinery in motion. Beliefs normalized into an index of values. Ideas averaged out between individuals. Typical notions of what is real. Justified power. Typified legitimacy. All values normalized to operate sickening machinery. Biting the bullet. Teeth clenched. Typically, we grind our gears 'til our deaths.
SADNESS IN THE STREETS
Avert your gaze from the screen (to the) sadness in the streets. The blinding light of fax machines. The crushing towers we stand beneath. You know, he knows, she knows, it’s known. A million ghosts swirling outside your door. A million tears falling from broken whores. A loveless world. You know your ghosts, they always come back for more. They’ve got the keys to your fucking doors.
Children in the streets. Smiling eyes hide truths beneath that heavy door where mom gets beat. You know, she knows, he knows, it’s known. Sadness in these beats. Strength to sing in the hellish heat. That mindless return to room 15. From grey soot blackened flowers bloom. Sadness in the streets. Poverty. Poverty. Poverty.
NO FUCKING HERITAGE
Dry out my eyes. Chew off my ears. Your captive audience, muted and marginalized. Under your privilege and beautifully spoken English. Both ends: blackened and cold, aghast. Frozen, the sun is smaller than your ideals. Bizarre talk of your heritage. Caucasian fantasy food ritual. Keep chewing. Overeat into this higher esteem. Freakish and strange. Distended, yet chewing.
AN APPEAL TO...
Nauseating acceptance. Distracted by reverence. Traditional standards manifest. "Human nature... the way it's always been... self-interest..." A fallacious throne of shit. Tradition is sickness. Murderous, barbarous worthless sickness. Murderous worthless murderous worthless murderous worthless.
HUMILIATE THE IMAGE
Striving for humiliation. Defeat is fetishized. What greater pleasure? In escape from routine, sickness breeds. "At least I'm not..." mentality. Crushing defeat mutates into normality. Crushing defeat. Crushing defeat. Crushing defeat. Crushing defeat. Crushing defeat. Crushing defeat. Crushing defeat. Crushing defeat.
NIGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP
Morning mediocrity. Next day of complacency. Eight hours until normalcy. Achievement-oriented suffering. Restless thoughts. Every day is a night without sleep. Inevitable integration. A poisoned stream. This life is not lived. This life is not. This life is not lived. This "life." This life is not lived, only escaped. There is no solace in accepting fate.
UNSPEAKABLE TRUTHS
A countenance, dead and screaming. A silver streak past the bed. A silver streak through the sky. Awakened with oxygen to breathe for the testing subject. Raped by this impossibility. Stare at the taboo in their dead, screaming eyes. Immured by indifference and objective science. Carrier of unspeakable truths. You'll never sleep again.
