Tetsuo: The Dead Man - Black Sheep Wall

Eyes glare at the screen

Self obsessed magazine

It couldn’t hurt to turn you off

Pretend that this cord has an end

Appliance built on alibis

Wake up, watch your family die

One picture at a time

We’re creating the final lullaby

Listen.

It’s the slow steady hum of destruction

Power cord creates a noose

Eat the forbidden fruit

Void receipt for a wireless heart

Children manifest into plastic

Window panes kept so dry

No one sees the frame inside

Holding cell for our apathy

Connect me to the quiet humble earth

Maybe it’s true, I’m just like you, I just have less to say

I just have less to prove.

There’s a virus growing in me

All fantasies catered to me.

High-res social sodomy

Infinite files.

A resignation to empathy

Full of shit patriots found the book and rendered it

Leave an impression on your broth

And forget why we lost our jobs

Stare down at your hands, watch the keyboard grow within

The creases skin can’t cave in. Birth all over again

Become this gargantuan we’ve created:

MORTAL MACHINES

Our DNA has been replaced with binary code

Wake up in space, the world’s a hard drive

Crashing, breaking, faking dead energies

Potential got the best of us.

We advanced too far past Darwin

And left holes in our humanity

They’re full of the promises we made before we hated God