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SPLINTER

It's not the way its always been

It's as bad as you think it is.

Way down in Islington

It's not the way it's always been.

Private spaces and third places

In view and under control

At all times, In All The Times

Oh demented ruler,

Mistaken creator.

He invents an explanation

I'd like to think I'm one of the nice guys

Way down in Islington

It's not the way it's always been

WHAT MAKES A PERSON BREAK THEIR PHONE?
I've got an escape route, simple and direct.
I hear it's a wasteland, but it's better than this
All parasites, need a host.
This one's been watching me, move boxes to ships.

I've got an escape route, simple and direct,
and a pocket full of satellites that I'm finished with.
Diamond for a mind, the King Isling is watching with flesh for a crown,
Watching me move his,
his boxes to his ships.
I've got an escape route, simple and direct.
So, get in the car...get in the car...get in the car...

Oh, Possess me,
as I possess thee.
Y'know, I feel like I take things for granted,
Y'know, there's a bear in my mind and I can only repress it.
You know there's something more...
Ooo-la-la-la what's going on?

You're forgetting what's been spent,
to live a life of contempt,
Situations and deviations by their design,
but underneath it, don't you see it, the invasion divine?
Remember, remember, the love, love, love, love, love, love,
The wars already lost.
Ooo-la-la-la what's going on,
At the top of Islington?

If something breaks it could be what makes it.

If somethings made it could be what breaks it.

If something breaks it could be what makes it.

If somethings made it could be what breaks it.

If something breaks it could be what makes it.

If somethings made it could be what breaks it.

If something breaks it could be what makes it.

If somethings made it could be what breaks it.

You know there's something more...

Fuck it, I'm finished, I'm done.

HOLY HAIL!
Hailing now to all the ancient ones...

(...invocation...)

...Apocalypse is everywhen get down.



VENERATE
All the words are stolen,
and, "All the clouds turn to words
And all the words float in sequence
Its true, its true
And no one knows what they mean
Its true
This is a dead song
You can’t see me but I’m here,
I’m particles in the air
So give me a call, call on me,
Cause I need a ride home tonight
It’s true

Shock city
Try to remember
Try to decide what you want to be
Quickly, quickly
Try to remember
You’re in a shock city, city shock

Always crashing in the same car?
Don’t want to see the plan succeed?
Don’t you wonder sometimes?
What life is their disease?
Don’t you wonder sometimes?
Don’t you wonder, how do they work?
How do they work?

Those who know
Don’t let it show
Don’t let it show

They declare it
A secret everyone knows
They declare it
A black hole to avoid
Well America is waiting
But I use it
America is just a word
But I use it
A secret everyone knows
A black hole to a void

All the words have been stolen
All the words float in sequence
No one knows what they mean
All the words float in sequence
Everyone just ignores them"