Of the many ways our memories are haunted Of the many ways our history gets flaunted These artifacts of the world, they guide us turn every page Of economy, Leveraging humotion in mass it's the accumulating movement the experiment The ubiquitous probe in politics and entertainment the experiment The ridiculous probe in politics and entertainment But you know: this is not the last language Ideas move too slow too fast and too slow

Soft meaning in the sky Hard truth in the ground Root me… Give me something beautiful to look at Show me a path Soft meaning in the sky Hard truth in the ground Let me lose my fear and win some wisdom Show me a path

No It’s not my fault …I was born into this cult I don’t wanna run don’t want to leave my city for dead It’s not my fault I was born into this cult Where can you go for inspiration? …one thing I know No, i don’t wanna leave my city for dead Promise perpetual permission perpetual prosumption …a perpetual proposition Don’t want to leave my city for dead

I think I see it coming… There it is!

Coming to you, gonna be your sage Oh no! Frozen in power! Oh: now fluid and pumping through these pipes I confess! I confess! to resentment and more… worthlessness worthlessness worthlessness Sage Scrambling over the logjam weighted images blending and blending now we are hightech and in a rage and we’ll bomb you back to the stoneage Coming to you, gonna be your sage

You can tell that it’s an evil spell from a well coming straight from hell

So much time where we live and how we get back and forth natural artifacts are mostly what guide So much time

Accumulating data you know… you KNOW that you couldn't wait to show and whisper your feedback your secrets have been floating and synching and filtering since the first time I saw daylight

who’s been wrung out, who’s hung out by industrial witchcraft these mediums they know no bounds Oh yous been spun out, yous strung out on industrial witchcraft Please please feed me some sights and sounds strong enough to breach my skin long enough to reach right in Oh well, now… yeah, it’s treacherous exasperous… strong enough to breach my skin long enough to reach right in

Negotiating the Arch. What else?

Strong willed, we try to climb the hill Wanting it all maybe we end up with nil but somehow it's still worth the thrill Oh...just to be roadkill on the big treadmill The hallmark of this battle? It’s similar in style to an underaged dance party where everyone is waving a toy handgun as the movers and the strobes flicker across the young faces