Themselves - Revenge of the Fern lyrics

[Doseone] Revenge of the fern... Flint to the stone tool to the wheel to the lever to the inclined plane Click o.k It's hurting your babies Fused complete compliance the capital circuit disease... Who is it... A simple question a**umes the bounty and temptation of bait... Does this hurt Screeches the chattering churn of Persephone's fate Determining machine. as its humongous simple scrapes At large wowing chronological mommies prize And pain mates with heavy heaving monstrosity A streamlined sky-stealing monstrosity Charged nectars of steel flow 'til babies interlocked with babies Such harmony...pointed cold touching harmony of mechanism Mechanism beats ma**aging the air and walls between it shudder and split Things are getting big and louder, drowning out fainter Out an after glow of pale travesty becomes us... A wish to be part of gears...made of parts... Soaring through the clanging pattern of gears... So precise and metal and meddle a working construct in destiny The foreseeable right now...pushing for tangible...unhinged... Pushing for fuel vital to bolts... Our fuels mark a separation of water and sky... Energy is both...fuel and separate existed until we...then its... Maintained and updated a brilliant portrayal of likeness In all the sure shock of good wiring And bad example...crisp blue grey example Sputters static the orderly structure of so solid Choking and gasping with monotonous nauseating similarity...it depends Hammered artificial by efficience as esoteric and obsolete As the rickety behemoth it runs to keep ticking k**er conventional k**s house plants Hurts ourselves with rough drafts for a 90's orbit and Powers refinement...a k**er's refined... Watch your hand, the motorized lifestyle likes to bite and grind Aren't we daring or dumb, dumb enough to plug in bread and water Watch the young thing s** volts and chew snapping binary jaws It hates our codes with technical difficulty So what's hunted used to flick the switch and now The instruction manual is rusty and reads funny Outdated seems to have exchanged in the function Shutting valves, closer, fixing leaks closer repairing closer still Creating robotic tears the tender tummy of human just Pray it never mutilates the sensuous and perfect earthen vagina We dug the iron from... State of the art more like desire of the kings And their smoldering less Everything's a tooth when flesh is moist flower petal soft So soft all is lost in the swift inactionable gutting of discovery... The things are getting smarter, we are getting closer Are getting sharper, we're there Will we do nothing and have it no other way... Science lives, skylines crushing our chest... Someone stop the curbs from bleeding Last monkey born out of captivity now dies... An alarm does not go off and a moment is not spared... Click return is hit...extinction...