Everything is turning on me. 
I cannot blink. I cannot breath
until I tear it all apart
and eat your sickly fucking heart. 
You’ve been through all of this before. 
You take it all but still want more. 
You swallow all you think you can. 
You tell me who I fucking am. 

Come and take a look inside-- 
at all the truth and all the lies.
Dodge around the holes in me,
and for now.. I can breathe...

And Everything is turning in on me. 
Can’t fucking think—can’t fucking see—
until I burn it all to ash
and see its wretched face go black. 
I am on my fucking knees,
and I am part of your disease. 
I have bled all I can bleed,
but you suffocate me. 

Come and take a look behind
the shaking hands and bloodshot eyes.
Dodge around the holes in me, 
and for now.. I can breathe... 

Come and force your way inside.
Become the truth. Become the lies. 
Lick around the holes in me. 
It won't last, but.. I can breathe... 

Chemical Burns

Your hold on me
feels like eternal sleep.
Drawn into the darkness
knowing it's what has to be.
Falling into your eyes--
tasting your breath in my mouth--
is like living inside a nightmare,
and I don't want to get out

I can't care anymore if I follow you down. 
I can't care anymore if I let myself drown.

You've consumed my soul
only my body remains
And once you've devoured that
I know I'll just fade away		

And I can't care anymore if I follow you down. 
I can't care anymore if I let myself drown.

Follow you down. 
Let myself drown. 
Follow you down. 
Let myself drown. 

Follow You

Earthquake Weather

Get Your Ass to Mars

Solar Storm

Launch

Carpe Scrotum

WAKE UP ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR,
SWEAT SLICKED ON MY BROW. 

An ache in my side from where
I hit the ground,
thrumming in fits from the way
I’d gone down. 

TEARS POOLED ON THE LINOLEUM—
I MUST HAVE PASSED OUT. 

Blood on my hands and 
a pain in my chest.
What have I done, man,
to cause such distress?

I’m caught up in your fucking teeth,
and I’ll never get out!
I wish that I could battle free,
but this is my life now!

And you’ve got me by the—

THE MICROWAVE CALLED OUT TO ME,
MY HOT POCKETS WERE DONE!

Call me a medic—no—
call me a priest. 
Call me some help or call
my T.O.D.

EXCITEDLY, I SHOOK IT OFF, 
AND ZIPPED UP ON THE RUN. 

I’ll need an exorcist 
to have a chance
of freeing my dangly bits
from these here pants. 

And now I’m caught up in your fucking teeth,
and I’ll never get out!
I wish that I could battle free,
but this is my life now!
I’m ground up in your fucking teeth,
with no hope to get out! 
Notify the authorities
that this is my life now! 

Screams of pain echo off the walls,
and all I know is that you’ve GOT ME BY THE—

ONCE I LIVED A BETTER WAY
WHEN I COULD HANG BRAIN FOR DAYS! (OH GOD!)
LIFE WAS SO MUCH SIMPLER THEN—
I WAS SO INNOCENT, BABY!
ONCE UPON A BETTER TIME,
I ZIPPED UP AND PAID NO MIND, ’TIL I
PAID NO MIND, AND PAID THE PRICE, 
AND PAID IT WISH A POUND OF FLESH, BUT I

can’t call the EMTs.
There is no help for me.
‘Cause what if, in this shitty world,
who shows up is a pretty girl???

Maybe if I pull it this way…

GONNA TEAR MY FUCKING NUTS OFF!! D:

Maybe if I push it that way…

NEVER GONNA HAVE ANY KIDS!!
NEVER TOSS ANY MORE JIZZ
INTO DIRTY SOCKS!! D:<

‘Cause I’m caught up in your fucking teeth,
and I’ll never get out!
I wish that I could battle free,
but this is my life now!
I’m torn up in your fucking teeth,
with no hope to get out! 
Fare well, short and curlies—
this is my life now!

Screams of pain echo through the halls,
and all I know is that you’ve got me BY THE BALLS!

Carpe Scrotum

#1 Ghoul

Tell me what you’re thinkin’, baby—
but know that I don’t care.
Show me what you’re hiding, honey;
I need to see your ‘ware.
 
Street docs and implants, yeah—
just think what you could be.
The will and chrome are hard as nails—
it’s the meat that’s fuckin’ weak.
 
[So you wanna see what machines can do?]
 
We’ll tear apart the system!
Grease all the fuckin’ slaves!
We’ll steal off with the mark, yeah!
We’ll make our getaway.
You go straight for the money—
I’ll douse this place in fuel!
Won’t be no witnesses—no—
‘cuz you’re my number one ghoul!
 
It’s just a contract, man—
ain’t no feelings on the job.
Just another payday, yeah—
another corpo drone to rob.
Tell me what you’re thinkin, baby—
but know that I don’t care.
You’ve got me dead to rites
‘cuz I’m addicted to your ‘ware.
 
[If they ever wanna stop us, then they’re gonna have to catch us first.]
 
We’ll tear apart the system!
We’ll grease the fuckin’ slaves!
We’ll steal off with the mark, yeah!
We’ll make our getaway!
This ain’t no easy life—no!—
we’re the cess in the fuckin’ pool!
But they will never stop us
‘cuz you’re my number one ghoul!
 
Know that no matter what comes,
you have my synthetic heart.
Nothing in the whole fifth world
could ever tear us apart.
 
We’ll tear apart the system!
We’ll grease the fuckin’ slaves!
We’ll steal off with the money!
We’ll make our getaway!
There ain’t no time for romance—
we’ve gotta play it cool.
No risk of double-crosses
‘cuz you’re my number one-
We’ll burn their institutions—
swallow the norm in flames—
reduce their rules to cinders
then vanish without a trace.
I know the world is fucked!
I know the streets are cruel!
But we are gonna make it
‘cuz you’re my number one ghoul!

#1 Ghoul

Fistful of Nuyen

Hey, Mr. Johnson, man—
Did you think I’d just walk away?
I have done your dirty work, 
and I’m gonna get fuckin’ paid! 

Round after round..
Cutting them down..

Hey, Mr. Johnson, man—
yeah, I guess I took the bait, 
but there aren’t enough goons in the fuckin’ world
that they could ever keep you safe. 

Round after round.. 
Cutting them down..
All over town.. 

JOHNNY CRANK THAT SHIT TO TEN! 
Four more bullets; six more men!
COUNTLESS EMPTY CASINGS SPENT! 
Powder burns and killing hands!
WILL NOT BREAK—WILL NOT BEND! 
Called you out, and I’ll say it again—
ONLY WAY THAT THIS WILL END! 
I want my fistful of nuyen.

Maybe I should have walked away. 
Will I live to see another day?
Out of time… and options, too… 
All that I’ve left to do… 

Got to take this hand-to-hand!
This wasn’t in the fucking plan!
Just two more, so make a stand—
just two more to reach the man!
Then they come on the attack— 
the first one falls lifeless and slack!
Last one now—no turning back—
not until I feel his neck 

snap. 

Hey, Mr. Johnson, man—
we’re the only ones left alive. 
It’s you and me and my bone lacing
under the neon killing lights. 

Round after round..
You’re going down.. 

JOHNNY CRANK THAT SHIT TO TEN!
No more bullets; one more man!
COUNTLESS EMPTY CASINGS SPENT!
Powder burns and killing hands!
WILL NOT BREAK—WILL NOT BEND!
Do I have to say it again?
ONLY WAY THAT THIS WILL END!
Surrounded by your dying friends
in your blown out BTL den—
I’ll take what I am owed, then, 
from your cold, dead fist full of nuyen. 

Fistul of Nuyen

Battle Barbie

Battle Barbie don’t need no Ken.
She’s got an Ares Predator in her hand.
She’s got legs for days. She’s got a kill in her sights.
Battle Barbie, you’re the love of my life.
 
She’s a bullet to the brain
and a doomsday switch.
She’s an assault rifle angel
and a critical glitch.
She’s an asphalt assassin
stalking through the dark—
a fully automatic
shot to the heart.
 
She’s a roll of the dice
in a sleazy club.
She’s another hit of cram
when you’ve had too much.
She’s the bottoms-up.
She’s the lock and load.
She’s got a head full of novacoke
and rock and roll.
 
Battle Barbie don’t need no Ken!
She’s got an Ares Predator in her hand!
She’s got legs for days! She’s got a kill in her sights!
Battle Barbie, you’re the love of my life!
 
[ wiz guitar solo ]

She’s a means to an end
and the end of means.
She’s a nuclear blast
in skinny jeans.
And here I am—
just a prop in her world—
an untouchable boy
meets an unreachable girl!
 
Battle Barbie don’t need no Ken!
She’s got an Ares Predator in her hand!
She’s got legs for days! She’s got a kill in her sights!
Battle Barbie, you’re the love of my life!
 
My heart is an encrypted stream—
impenetrable, isolated, and mean—
but she decked in and through it all;
she tore down my firewall!
 
Battle Barbie don’t need no Ken!
She’s got an Ares Predator in her hand!
She’s got legs for days—those cybernetic thighs!
Battle Barbie, you’re the love of my life!
 
Battle Barbie’s got no use for friends!
She’s putting bodies in the ground all according to plan!
She’s got legs for days and obsidian eyes!
Battle Barbie, you’re the love of my life!

John Dillon (mits5k)

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