LYRICS:

Imagine somebody is a really good book

But this book hasn't been read
No one's ever read it
It's just sitting there
On that table
On that shelf
 
And it's crazy to me because it's like
Until somebody reads that book
It doesn't come alive  
It doesn't exist yet

You can have the greatest painting in the world,
But if it's in a pitch-black room with no windows, no lights
Then it doesn't matter, you know
That painting doesn't exist, basically
It only exists in our minds when we see it, when we perceive it
THAT'S the painting itself
Not the thing on the wall
But the way we see it when it hits our eyeballs

The book isn't the pages
Or the words on it
It's what happens to our minds when we read it

The song isn't an audio file
Or 1's and 0's,
Or a waveform,
Or a sound that comes out of a speaker,
It's what's happening in your head the way you feel as you hear it
That's the song

So back to this original metaphor
I feel like I'm a book
And
The only way I can come alive is if you read me
And by "you" I mean one person very specifically
You know
I'm this great book
I'm these words on a page
But until you come around and read me
I'm nothing
I'm nothing without you

Unwarped Webs & Orange Peels

Transmission 008: Read Me

LYRICS:

Why 
Why why why why why why why why why why why 
Why why why why why why why why why

Transmission 009: WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY

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I'm looking for a better
I'm looking for a better way to say:
I loved you like a brother
I never want another name
Please share this stage with me

We are dependent on the never-ending never ending
I beg my shadow just to follow me to keep ascending
But even he is keen to see it – it's the new offensive
Cynic catching critics: in a minute I'll be passed and finished

Please Mr. Please, I don't need another punchline
My pitchfork-veins beat the better of your bloodlines
Sick, yea I'm sick, yea I'm sick of the one-lines
Drip into the signature, it's up a third and tongue tied

I'm looking for a better
I'm looking for a better way to say:
I loved you like a brother
I never want another name
Please share this stage with me

I'm looking for a better
I'm looking for a better way to say:

So here's the bottom line: I've got this thought of mine
It races out before me; And I keep chasing, trying
It's like a dream I can't forget like some dumb awesome rhyme
It's asking me to sign my life away with blood on dotted lines

I'm screaming "Have you heard this?" – I need a better purpose
I'm teaching kids to quench their thirst with empty verses
And I contribute to the situation, sitting, waiting
I've had it with the static; rather be a Killer Kid than make it

Killer Kid

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The things you think you own
They own you. every bone
Will break in two, I know
You decorate your parents' home
 
So do you understand?
You need a new floor plan –
To rearrange your cares
You move your tables and your chairs 
 
I'm not a crazy man (NO!)
You'll never understand (but)
If Poe were here I'd have him
Drop a brick on both my hands
 
I'm going under fast
I'm slipping through the cracks
I'm owned by homes I know
You'll never let the fire last
 
So sit in solitude
And study something cool
The map is not the place
The mirror stares me in the face
 
Mimetic Misery
I am a mockery
You spit to tell me:
I was killed when I was taught to read

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Transmission 001: Mimetic Misery

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Yea, 'cause I can feel it hit me, hit me
It's like the rhythm of the synonym is drippin' in me
But I can Kill it with a capital K
Better than these pocket-fillers and their capital gains
I'll put the symbol over theirs, it’s a radical paint
And I will keep my brush swinging 'til the habit will change
'Cause I can feel it hit me, hit me!
I can feel it hit me, hit me!
 
My prayer is a fetish for the endtimes
I'm a sinner searching for the synonym to hell

Yea, 'cause I can feel it hit me, hit me
I've got the rhythm of the synonym drippin' in me
But I can Kill it with a capital K
Syn-switch it to a sound that we’ve been dying to taste
I can feel it hit me, hit me!
Bring it in, come on!
 
My prayer is a fetish for the endtimes
I'm a sinner searching for the synonym to hell
I revel in the ready recollection
Of the non-believer buying all the books I sell
 
Oh, you shouldn't have
You really shouldn't have
I'm gonna show you what you hate most…
I see a symbol. Dripping on my window-sill, yea, the blood-stained paint is fresh.
It's got one straight line, but the other motherfucker is a curvy mess,
And at the bottom is a dot provoking thought, it’s hoping for a better plot in style,
But I could never tell you, never never tell you, how it makes me feel like –
 
Twitch Kids feel the synonym drippin' in!
 
Synonym drippin' in
Synonym drippin' in

Synonym Drip

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You are not the first to say or do anything.
You are a copy of a copy of a copy of c–

*glitch*

You are not the first to say or do anything. 
You are a copy of a copy of a copy of c–

*glitch*

You are not the first to say or do anything. 
You are a copy of a copy of a copy of c–

*glitch!!!*

Now... 
Repeat after me 
(in your own words)

Transmission 002: Originullified

I'm out of touch, you're out of time
I'm holding close to storylines
A voice I'll never find
I drown myself in Melodyne

I know it's not the answer for
The sickness in my vocal chords
I'm ill, still, filling up my days
With memory mistakes

It's so hard to say goodbye
When you're still holding tight to lies
We told together
Promise me that this gets better

I know what you could do to me
You build me up, you break me down
I know what you could do to me
You build me up, you break me down
I know what you could do to me
You set my speed, you tame my tone
I know what you could do to me
You build me up, you break me down

You need my symbols, I need yours
I feel this sickness getting worse
Make it till I make it right
We die when our dreams die

I know it's not the answer for
The sickness in my vocal chords
I'm ill, still, filling up my days
With memory mistakes

It's so hard to say goodbye
When you're still holding tight to lies
We told together
Promise me that this gets better

I know what you could do to me
You build me up, you break me down
I know what you could do to me
You build me up, you break me down
I know what you could do to me
You set my speed, you tame my tone
I know what you could do to me
You build me up, you break me –

It's so hard
So hard
It's so hard
So hard
'Cause I know what you could do to me

I know what you could do to me
You build me up, you break me down
I know what you could do to me
You build me up, you break me down
I know what you could do to me
You set my speed, you tame my tone
I know what you could do to me
You build me up, you break me –

Down
Down
Down
Down

I know what you could do to me
You build me up
You save my sound

Make It Naked

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They purchase such pretty purpose
This noise will destroy us
I’m afraid
I’ve got 
No room for blood ‘cause the poison
Is already forcing its way into my veins

They purchase such pretty purpose
This noise will destroy us
I’m afraid
I’ve got
No room for blood ‘cause the poison
Is already forcing its way into my veins

I have too many fake friends
And when I say “fake friends”
What I mean is that they are not real
I have too many fake friends
And when I say “fake friends”
What I mean is that they are not real

I’ll fill this cup with my tears
And say three cheers to three more years
Or some other half-wit, half-written, replayed cliché
I guess they love the way that fiction feels
It’s so reoccurring: unwarped webs and orange peels

I have too many fake friends
And when I say “fake friends”
What I mean is that they are not real
I have too many fake friends
And when I say “fake friends”
What I mean is that they are not real

I wrote a story down and now I'm gonna live it
You plug your tones into the notes that I have written
And I will plagiarize my life until it’s finished

I wrote a story down and now I'm gonna live it, live it
And I will be my favorite character in it
And all my fake friends become real in it, yea

I have too many fake friends
And when I say “fake friends”
What I mean is that they are not real
I have too many fake friends
And when I say “fake friends”
What I mean is that they are not real
Real, real, real, real 

Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh

I have too many fake friends
And when I say “fake friends”
What I mean is – they are not real
I have too many fake friends
And when I say “fake friends”
What I mean is – they are not real

Purchase Purpose

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Her kisses are malicious,
She witched my ears to hear:
The slut-corrupt misgovernment
Is jealous of your tears

She'll taunt your skin, confess your faults,
Leave you seething hate.
A mediator murderer
Imposing her new name

Transmission 003: Miss Inspo

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LYRICS:

Passion is purpose
This noise will destroy us
When ashes resurface
You run and get your gun and hide
The sun is coming for your eyes

Drinking from the aqueduct
Hooked to Big Brother's catheter
You rinse me in the riddles of the gushing blushing morning sun
I feel the victory in my skin, yea in my skin now
We overdose on notes and tones and words when we feel down
And we don't know why
Good girls win and the bad girls cry
And we don't know why
Good girls win and the bad girls shut their  –

Drinking from the aqueduct
Hooked to Big Brother's catheter
You rinse me in the riddles of the gushing blushing mourning son
A question on your tongue
Afraid of what will come

My sin is soon to spread – just do what an accomplice does
I'm a rabble-rouser housed inside the dim-lit projects of
A poem born of love 
Will learn to spurn the doves
The words grow out and up and fill the air with murder's tongue

And we don't know why
Good girls win and the bad girls shut their –
And it's cold and bright
Kids in the grid with the clockwork eyes

I tip-toe through the open field
You hope I know this isn't real
I strip these shackles from my wrist
You swear to god that you would never miss
But I am proof that you lost

I'm just a kid in the grid tonight
Lock me up in your lullaby
Hollow throats will criticize
In my closet heroes hide

Agitprop

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When I was young I felt a gun pressed to my chest
The holder said:
"You only have three years left to live
Would you rather me kill you right now?"
And I tell him:
"I have so many things left to say, 
to get off my chest," to which he says "touché"
"And I'm a sinner, but I've got some good work left to do"
So I told the man in gray to find another dude

Well you've got friends
Well I've got time
I'll learn their peeves and astro signs
I need to know
If you will take everything I own
If so…
Just know I'm broke
I've only got heart

When I was young I felt your tongue pressed to my chest
Oh what fun we had singing out the la-di da-di da's
In the summer heat; in the back seat
I still tremble at the thought
Of having you to myself in that parking lot
And I've got these lines that I can't erase
So I might as well just tattoo them to my face

Well you've got friends
Well I've got time
I'll learn their peeves and astro signs
I need to know
If you will take everything I own
If so…
Just know I'm broke
I've only got heart

When I was young I felt the sun pressed to my chest

Well you've got friends
Well I've got time
I'll learn their peeves and astro signs
I need to know
Will you take everything I own?
If so…
Just know I'm broke
I've only got heart

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LYRICS:

I've got some stories to tell
Hell to this headache won't melt
I’ll medicate on the messages you send
Rewind
The silence, silence

So to the silent kids
Who hacked my eyelids
You're why I write this: I'm lifeless
Tight grips lift every line

You're swinging hits with favored fists
I try to speak – my lips are stitched
Every time my voice will let me down

My friends and I we had plans
To steal the world from their hand
But now we're shaking it
I feel the fraud in my eyes
No god in mirrors tonight
So never be yourself

I’ve got some stories to tell
They gather dust on the shelf
I’ll annotate all the average actors' lines
I’ll revise
My life until you come

I'll steal their best episode
And leave your heart to explode
My best friend left me
MY BEST FRIEND LEFT ME FOR BROKE
Hope you choke

You're swinging hits with favored fists
I try to speak – my lips are stitched
Every time my voice will let me down (flat)

My friends and I we had plans
To steal the world from their hand
But now we're shaking it
I feel the fraud in my eyes
Your endless loop of advice
So never be yourself
So never be yourself
So never be yourself

Scalpel to the tongue to cut the question out right
Slice into my palate like a bullet through a ballot
Voted for escape, but I sit in chains waiting
I am still
I am still
Waiting

My friends and I we had plans
My friends and I we had plans
My friends and I we had plans
MY FRIENDS AND I WE HAD

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LYRICS:

We kill kill kill just to feel so good now
We turn heads with every tiptoe
Your silence is just what we need

A backpack packed with bad intentions
A well-pronounced unfinished sentence
It keeps keeps them constant guessing now

Guessing now
Guessing now
Guessing now
Question loud

I feel the static dripping on my lips
But you… you love how it tastes   

If every bomb were a bubble
And every soldier a saint
Then what would be our struggle
And what would be our name

Transmission 004: Blood Barber

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My Catastrophe – Punkowski

LYRICS:

We captured every cry with rapture in our eyes
We warped the time
So catch me in your net
Spin me till I shine
I will re-write every severed line
Until I find a better way to say to you the things that I could never say

Awful at every audition – you listened
As I put the harm into harmony fiction
And I cry 'cause you were the hardest kid kicking
But now I'm the hero that you'll never hear – Oh Oh Oh 

My catastrophe
They're stealing every line
I took my time
My catastrophe
I'm fighting for a few more ticks with you

Your skin is in the grid
Static on your tongue
I wrote you notes
The world will never know
So slice into my skin
An anthem will begin
Don't press rewind
I'm recordings lies 
Until I find a better way to say to you the things that I could never say

Awful at every audition – you listened
As I put the harm into harmony fiction
And I cry 'cause you were the hardest kid kicking
But now I'm the hero that you'll never hear – Oh Oh Oh 

My catastrophe
They're stealing every line
I took my time
My catastrophe
I'm fighting for a few more ticks with you
My catastrophe

This is who we are
Filling in the blanks with every scar
Sitting in our graves with smiles on
Born inside a bomb
Scream to set it off

My catastrophe
I'm fighting for a few more ticks with you

My Catastrophe

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Transmission 005: I See The Best Flesh Borrowed – Punkowski

LYRICS:

I see the best minds of my generation wasted
Injecting junk into their veins
Accepting love in evil ways
In you went and out you came

I see the best flesh borrowed and never returned
Patrons rather pay the late fees
Late fees? Ha!
Lately, late fees seem more like grade school I-O-U's:
Cute and useless

If it is ever returned, there are sure to be pages ripped, bent, burnt
No pretty highlights
No color-coded annotations
No reaches for meaning in the margins
No!
Only crude and caustic lines scatter the pages:
Slashes and dashes

Words.
Paragraphs.
Pages.
Entire chapters blacked out
Redacted by some marker-holding martyr who decided the read wasn't worth it
Tracing over every insufferable word with a thick pitch-black censor
With the same ill and inky instrument in which they erase your every word and story
They write a new one…

A new name.
A new purpose.
A new soul.
THIS is who you are now

Transmission 005: I See The Best Flesh Borrowed

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LYRICS:

I'm a book – you're the kid that never reads me
I'd rip a page, change a line: do you believe me?
I've underlined all my best lines a third time
But you don't notice so I try another re-write:

Ay Oh, Ay Ay Oh
Please just take me home – I don’t wanna die alone
I'm singing:
Ay Oh, Ay Ay Oh
Anything for you to pick me up and read my woes

Why won't you believe
Why won't you believe
Believe in me

Tell me what it's like
Tell me what it takes
I don’t mind being what everyone hates
Just take me out of here

Hidden still, pages fray
I wear dust like a crown
I have so many things to say 
But I can't make a sound
Make a sound
I can't make a sound
I'll never make a sound
I'm just a whisper now

Why won't you believe
Believe in me
Why won't you believe
Believe in me

My self-inflicted vocal chokehold…
But I've got something to say
I've got something to say
That's more than you will ever say
I've got something to say
I've got something to say
I've got something to say
That's more than you will ever say

You could cut both my eyes out
And I would still have more vision than these imposters
I want it bad, so bad
So here we go, it's like

You wanna change the world, well you better read this book
Inside of it is everything, then why'd they never look?
Two eyes – they mean two narrators
And that's why half a story hurts
And that's why half a story hurts
And that's why half a story hurts

Half A Story Hurts

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Transmission 006: Boomer – Punkowski

LYRICS:

Transmission hit ya like a rebellion militia
Falling flat, I trick ya – I can raise my pitch up
Feel the tension in my throat: ill and getting sicker
The Harm in Harmony is loving every hiccup

I will break you
But will you break me down?
I can take you
To that place you never found
I have no recollection of
All the cool things we did
Guess it wasn't cool enough

It's a circular, cyclical, non-fad – not a habit
One crown smashes, the same title passes
And I reckon the second it gets old you won't have it
I'm saddened
Wish you felt the fabric of my passion

A trash-attraction attracting the masses
I spit quick wit; you spit thick slow molasses
Yea, I'm as fast as the past is tragic
I'ma move on coupons in my hand
I've got a song to sing, but I'm on a budget, man

This is a new freestyle

I will break you
But will you break me down?
I can take you
To that place you never found
I have no recollection of
All the cool things we did
Guess it wasn't cool enough

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LYRICS

Underline The Summertime (I Was Killed When I Was Taught To Read)

Alleyways and happy days,
I know the former well. 
I spent three years in misery,
Utopia is hell. 
They caught me captivated by old letters rearranged,
Entwined by firelight, I wait. 
For you,
I turn the page

They paint empty patterns, sell the canvas, sell the page. 
Their empty lines and severed signs we carry to old age.
We read them, watch them, look them in the eyes – they look right back,
I feel the weight get heavier from books in my backpack.
For you,
I turn the page

I underlined the summertime until there was none left,
I summarized your lullabies with brittle, breaking breath,
See now I have become the books that I have lived to read,
My pages scar, my binding bleeds.
For you,
I turned the page

Simplify this simple life and I will disappear,
You hold me like I hold the knife of everything you fear,
So tell me I was wrong and I will tell you I was right,
You try try try to hold me tight,
For you,
I'll burn the page

Underline The Summertime (I Was Killed When I Was Taught To Read)

Transmission 007: Die Looted

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LYRICS

I wish I could send you back
To that factory where you were packed
Cause now you stand a phony friend
Yea, from my hand you stole my pen 
To write down my resignation

I'll take a flamethrower to this contract
Break your face with no contact
Singing words that make your heart black
As you fall asleep, pillow burns
Cause the words I have spurned
Ricochet within your head
Make you wish that you were dead
You and all the kids who never dreamed

I wish I had never talked
To you about my murder plots
Cause now I stand a criminal
Before I even made blood spill
So here is my final sentence

I'll take a flamethrower to this contract
Break your face with no contact
Singing words that make your heart black
As you fall asleep, pillow burns
Cause the words I have spurned
Ricochet within your head
Make you wish that you were dead
You and all the kids who never dreamed
You and all the kids who never dreamed

When you find I found a way
Your sigh will sound alarms
But scissors cut the threads you spun
Your web has rot, I am uncaught
This knot I will untie alone
This knot I will untie alone

When you find I found a way
Your sigh will surely sound alarms
But scissors cut the threads you spun
Your web has rot, I am uncaught
This knot I will untie alone
This knot I will untie…
Alone

When you find I found a way
Your sigh will surely sound alarms
But scissors cut the threads you spun
Your web has rot, I am uncaught
This knot I will untie alone 
Alone
Alone
Alone
This knot I will untie alone
This knot I will untie alone

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