Z-Old Release: The Curiosity Card (Establishment Dreams Technocrat Ideals)

(I) Lies become my constant companion and shining beacons my only (false) hope someday without warning the flesh shall snap and then in anger will the hammer fall down decapitation that is the word of the hour the hope of the month and the fantasy of the year so says louie the fourteenth (II) Mantra becomes this body's only friend in a sea of self-doubt I cast my anchor into you The sea becomes dead with stagnant salt and my watch of the moon becomes monotonous no longer in joy but in fear my grip consumes my hand I used to be in the lover circle but now the sea is my only friend Losing, losing in blackened respite no longer sought after but now only laughed at do not turn away from me for my mind goes blank conform to the methods I have constructed for you Do not consider anything that would limit my world rather be the shallow people I have made you to be (III) Technology becomes man's best friend dehumanizes and categorize and circumcise never look them in the eyes feel their organic composition no more rather concentrate on what makes them machinery subnatural paradise becomes their guilty home To bring them into destiny becomes our method of construction Lead them to the death chambers and cure the world of the lecherous virus (human breed). (IV) Freedom becomes a dirty word songs fill the voice where only silence should be inhabit the unnatural and fulfill the crying game to those of the curiosity card I say this: Destruction casting itself into a free–falling formation of liberty becomes our only approach into their tortured psyche to hell with freedomWritten October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 02:02 AM PST, Michael Edward London    nature