Panoply
Lyrics by John Brenner.
Pain By Numbers
Fill it in: You know all the details. Fake them all before my dark days. Commodify, spend before you earn. Learn the difference. It’s too late. What you create, what you pretend. My armor is down, shield on the ground.
Instauration
This may cause a revolution. Spinning, winning, no one to race. Some great answer, apostrophe. Turning, burning, begin anew.
Two Years in Texas
Tell them, they’re waiting. They’re dying. You’re lying there, prone to distort. Submission, your mission. Tell them, celebrate, they’re waiting. It’s too late to know what’s happening. Decision, revision. Tell them, they’re waiting, they’re dying. You’re lying there. Tell us what’s happening. What’s it worth to you? Tell me.
Panoply
Arrayed and flayed, spread before. Cover, protect me. I want the same. Unseat, complete me, weapons seized. Align, define me. It’s all about you. Give away, take away. Arrayed and flayed, spread before. Cover, protect me. I want the same.
Free Radical
You’re so severe, so extreme, so tired. Where are you today? Curing cancer? Answer me. You want society without humanity. Swerving, serving, the natural slave.
Mere Rebels
Declare war on nature. Capitulate so easily. Acquiesce. I’m unlike. My angst.
Who cares? It’s breezy; it’s easy.
Declare war on nature. Give in, give out. I need nothing, no one. I am beyond.
It's breezy; it's easy. Declare war on nature. Capitulate so easily. Acquiesce.
I’m different. My anger. Who cares?
Children Cope with Boredom
Cloak yourself. Choke yourself. Yawn it till it hurts. Grimace or smile all the while pretending you’re yawning till it hurts. Honey, money, sunny waste of time.
Everyday Genius
Wormwood in a honeyed prize, despised. This ride done before it started, martyred. This train derailed at the station, impatient. You created this complaining, staining. It’s never raining until you’re dry; ask why. Wormwood in a honeyed prize, despised. Who do you think you are? Mediocre? You come along everyday, either way. In every way middling. Are you kidding?