Redress yourself
and dig the right corpses—
you're holding your horses
are they dead enough for you to beat
in 4/4?
Or are you 'proto-motorik'?
Flexing your new lexicon.
Put a better sweater on.
And in most circles
there's nothing wrong with it—
it's just pretty songs by pretty people
and it's tough for me to give a sh**.
Have I failed hedonistic calculus?
Am I heart-over-brain from cradle to grave?
What you mean to say is 'have you no heart?'
What you mean to say is 'we care a lot'
but you say 'they're great,'
and they say they're not,
it's so intimate and crude, you know.
How did you clone a drone?
It's not light scattered sparks of light.
There's a nod to the mystical
that's like a kick in the testicle.
The same bands play the same shows every night.
And we're taking bets on who's
nearest the spirit.
I might need to be saved,
'cause i'm a fairy.
So clap your hands (like this)
'cause if you fail to believe in me,
I'll simply cease to exist.