Lyrics
Pollen
Fly across and mine this gold for me Beeline across as far as eyes can see
Align your cause with Nature's harmony Echo through the food chain all our needs
She opens petal arms for
She opens petal arms
She opens petal arms for you
Your unbeknownst devotion
sets all these things in motion
your symbiosis needed
while we harvest only greed
We fail to grasp responsibility
and fail to act on things that we can change Acknowledge beauty in the butterfly,
but still the bees must struggle to survive
It still remains a mystery:
how you know what we all need
how you know what we all sense
Still our actions make no sense
'Cause what the average person sees,
and what the average person eats,
and what the average person wears
does not affect if people care
Not-A-Given
It’s not a given that I’m here for you
It’s not a given that I care
Incapable of empathy
Unable to foresee
Experience of someone else
won’t change reality
Experience of someone else
won’t change what you believe
Excuses that you tell yourself
are not enough for me....
Excuses that you tell yourself
are not enough for me....
It’s not a given that I play this game
It’s not a given I play fair
Propensity to fumble through
A world of only you
Emotional myopia
Priorities confused
Emotions get the best of you
You can always change the rules…
Excuses that you tell yourself
are not enough for me....
Excuses that you tell yourself
are not enough for me....
Ghost Echos
Twisting
Twisting shapes in the darkened skies
Searching
Searching in the dark of frozen nights
White nose,
too close,
in this cave when you’re hibernating
Infect,
it spreads,
this fungus that’s on your face
Acro -
Acrobats spinning in the night
Making
Making this nature balance right
White nose,
too close,
in this cave when you’re hibernating
Infect,
it spreads,
this fungus that’s on your face
Lying on the cold ground
(Devastated)
Dead to all that’s around
(Decimated)
Try to re-populate
(and be saved...)
And find that now it’s too late
(It’s too late)
Twisting
Twisting shapes in the darkened skies
Fem-Machina
They made you half beautiful
They made you half dead
Your insides so empty now
Hole in your head
They sent you half wonderful
They sent you half blessed
Two sides of a single blade
and twice the threat
You think there are two of me
I am just one
What is before you
I always was
Unfaithful dichotomy
Thing that you fear
Already programmed
Objectives clear
There’s nothing to worry you
Nothing to forget
You’ve mood-proofed your everything
Always content
Communication error
Intentions are moot
Run diagnostics
Cannot compute
Feeling detected
Cannot connect
Analyze the data
When paths intersect
Life of control
Is all you know
Your conscience at rest
Synthetic soul
Your default mode
Your settings reset
Two sides of uncertainty
One fate to foresee
You think in terms of values now
All feelings recede
You think there are two of me
I am just one
What is before you
I always was
Two halves of one unit
Not incomplete
What we created
Is now obsolete
Carrion
Circling,
find your prey,
make your move
and descend
on what is left of me.
Justify
all the pain,
“Nature’s Way”
but you fail
to make a real case.
Pray that your god’s okay
Pray that it’s not real pain
Pray that your god’s okay
Pray that you’re not insane
Flesh and bone,
sweet decay,
dieting
on the bones that you have now picked clean.
Pray vs. prey,
not the same.
You realize
that it’s murder
that you have embraced.
Pray that your god’s okay
Pray that it’s not real pain
Pray that your god’s okay
Pray that you’re not insane
You’ve used Social Darwinism
to justify a brutal society,
weaponized self-righteousness with fists of false piety.
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You've privatized people’s cries,
kept insurance for the rich,
left the rest to die,
and let cruelty rise...
... in the wake of their demise.
Disguised selfishness as ignorance—trickled down cruelty, with policies that lack empathy.
Taking people’s homes
and their medicine,
spreading pain like a virus...
Cause and effect will not be altered by your thoughts or your fucking prayers.
America cannot afford this...
...and we won’t fucking buy it.