We trust Government

Ergo Proxy Official Trailer
, X-files, The 4th Doctor's Intro
{Tom Baker years},The Original Star Trek, Daria, Aeon Flux, Kids in the Hall, Space Ghost Coast to Coast
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The sedated sanitized smell of the future… The philanthropist talking with his insistent victim, living with dis-ease and so they scratched at the curtain in a dim lit back room of the parlor trying to reveal, remove the veil, a revelation slurs us to our mistake; an artificial light must have been mistaken the day for the night, but the ghost of intention was left far too fevered and bright. Through the eyes of forever lone witness to his sunken home. Pursued and erased promptly before you angle your jaw to speak. Your mind is a place your not allowed anymore, access denied, the abscess supplied by the excess off the valves to the skies, and in adequate breathing room you’ll find a little more than competent leech will evolve from the loss of will to fight. Unstoppable arachnid nature it’s written on these make shift hopes lonely traces of inspiration… Crumbs I left to find myself back home. Honey where have been? Under replaced memories, totem of regressed sentiment, the black and star speckled face I see instead of me. Tainted damned robot chemistry, in your redemption, bled the ability to dream but now I’m left swimming in seams and stitches, the rice dowsed in gravel that carves into my knees and listens still. If we built this tomb together than you should know that this is all that’s left of me; A mere fraction of the bleed. One thousand lights rain down emerald beads on my face and disenchanted I tend to disengage. This hybrid leaking empathy, this over flavored breed sinister snakes spreading from our famined fields I don’t want to see. Seed encased in space reservoir, all the demons found there feed wielding our apetite. It seems I’ve been trying to read these walls in the dark for about ten centuries, still know clue where the enemy is,not even half the time. I’ll keep search, pick, and digging until there’s nothing left to hide, Rob and classify to call my own. Shivers and circles that point home, affection reaped from advertising. Fist, kicking, punch I fight to know why you left me here lying on my death beckoning bed in the bottom of this tomb, I need to know why you left me here left me all alone so consumed by you,there is in obsession nothing constructive left to do. Never mind my pessimism I though we had a promise sought to forge a deal, caught up in the useless, another bloody cross to bear. Another cross just to heal? Seems doubtful; another Loss to sell, someone else is tossed through the open veil, stunned from an elaborate hoax, this trivial giving in becomes the cruelest of jokes, just another leper plank walkin, bargainers starve another child, why would you find yourself playing the least bit of mind? You won’t stop until you’ve cracked and shattered the screen we see as the sky. Oh Mama..Maya hold me in please God hold my sinking body through the night. Splinters I refuse to pull out, shadows I can’t coax into killing me, hope turns to doubt, I think of love, I think of you, this point of view, panoramic evidence, synchronisity draws you to me, chaos cannot speak, In a psychedelic trance of slowly moving gears and other assorted rusty machine parts, waiting for a number, unaware of the pattern waking in the back of the withered and over frustrated mind, we wait and we hurt and we can do nothing to free ourselves from this chain link fate. So far from the warmth of the machine that made me. Why can’t you bring me back to the chamber you erased me in? Tell me, just what the fuck have I been running from? Oh holding onto hopelessness our dreams became a drug, left plastic paraphernalia on my countertop, the needle to forget me by. That shit sticks right through you and into me. Were you calling in to complain? Were you standing on the plank? Was that you cutting into God’s flesh? A souvenir for addicts, left at the foot of the burial of a star. The color you’ve been draped in; crimson flows from your heart. Call in sick you’ve fallen to the floor, no pieces back together. This shadow-faced guest is your own. He’s here to stay…apparently… Contact with hypochondriac hermetisicm a warm and welcome home to undying cynicism. …to live and to die …a victim. An elderly sentinel carves into himself, a trembling silhouette, weeping from the light starved citadel surrounded by the stones, you said yourself you’d be able to help him from. These walls, this hell that calls him into himself. He is our soul witness as he toils some long dead limb into an empty bed of twisting vines and wires, whispering synapse fires with a fading blue light against emerald and moss colored cement. Saps that cracks and collapses, creeps and wraps around his head and heart and pull him effortlessly under water again. The motion of your sentence some unfulfilling ocean of dependence; tension still stations that are comin in still voices we hear moving Through science we demystify killed her circle spirit with straight lines the numbing of mind, copyright lenses welded to our well conditioned lives. Information sculptures for simple minds. Simple distraction for a simple prize. Bite mark symptomatic of expression. A tax on honesty, the way authority loves to make you feel. Stars are born it seems only to be shattered, scatter the remnants of whatever facts remain so you can never ever know order or purpose among the androids. Please your highness we’ve done our days work we grow tired can you do nothing to alleviate our aches. Whats it gona take to prove to you that we are dying. Don’t you care? To viscious predators like you, these are no large demands. Your still not caring, these are mere crumpled sketches falling out our barbed wired bleeding hands. You will remember, if not from the stink left in the sand! And back again you bring the blade, a streaming pulse lit by your eyes gesturing that it seems will never cease only recede and back again you bring the blade. A dance as pleasing to all the carnivores as scalping all the meat. We’re hiding claws behind the mirror, we speak the tongues of confidence as the backdrop robs another focal point. Drawn in only enough to undergo some form of hypnosis. Ignore the stolen fetus repress the trauma the best you can. Hope you never remember. Oh this love, this live television moment, you run me paranoid in the streets. Waiting every minute for your handwritten letters the more you give to it the less it gets better, darling what the hell have we been running from? Already mesmerized this liturgy, holy rituals for insects dressed as clergy spitting ridicule the spare parts you cant use…the ones they choose to desecrate. A virgin laid in sacrifice her troubled heart throbbing in pewter vice. A vase for her misfortune to wade in. I knew from the start that I would fall apart when I remembered every dismembered kiss, holy as they were, now forgotten in her eyes. Don’t know just how mush I will be missing her. Cool night air spiced with nuclear vomit a counter opiate communion. She moans and chokes to breath in chalk flavored sediment holding her down and drowning her beauty out and no one can hear her on the road to icing’s illusion Blanketing her every vein every gouged out capillary and there remained vines, a sign of nature long dead, still cuddling telephone polls the rigid teeth of communication pierce the gums of virgin soil, oh how she begins to cry and scream push and kick. She is pregnant with poison and plastic waste the escort to napalm’s crucifixion, staring at the charcoal smeared clouds as children’s nightmares melt the ozone to a sticky puddle and she sticks her finger in the oil and paints her sunken features, fancying It a type of make-up and clutches a clump of mountainous clusters overlooking God’s Land, and wondering how she came to feel so cheated. Sweat lines my lips and hunger becomes a pain I can’t afford. I’m crouched behind my last line of defense, ankles grow weak and the most conserved of my blood runs down my gums across my cheek and lines my fragile teeth. In a prayer I can choose between these fragments of film and the tainted memory of you and as the flood of sickly blood falls thick, a profuse river to float a life as flashing before my eyes. I lose my precious consciousness, the only tool I had to measure God and skepticism. I’m left cut open and contagious so overly careful not to play into another trickster’s trap, the way that this tragedy began, they found the syringe and suggestive abrasions, a love tap from doctors and popular Satanist. I know what you’re going through, lonely boy, find something to amuse yourself. I sit by your side cause I know you’re going through hell Forgive me I was too eager for distance to tell. Have I broken you? No helpful notion to escape It all takes place too fast, too close. I went back to our kingdom for a visit and all the towers were knocked down. Never could quite understand, I’m just what you found instead of the end. You said grant you leave Gone to find yourself it seems Yet I return home Urns absorb holy blood, over turns a bowl and even clutch those gods as if there were there own. I just wanted a say, I just wounded a soul, give me a body that will last! You’re just buried next to someone else whose still entact! I’ll be on the grave still trying to remember what I wanted to say. Enchanted dreams left so unpleasant, It seems my leads weighed you down without any way to measure how much breath it takes to redefine pleasure let me unleash a cities sins.It will rattle and whisper reluctant bodies to confession. Posturing’s a gauge I can’t finish what matters. Just my luck to forget all my lessons, Sacrificed so many things, but was there ever anything to be learned from my double-edged blessing? Working class suicide, paint another stage, string the harps and roll out my blood carpet I’m feeling pseudo sentimental, the look in my eyes is just the absence of faith it doesn’t mean my cold touch is any escape. Don’t question my lines my tone is sure and my p’s and q’s and hate are well placed. I don’t remember what I take from you, so I’ll scrape what doesn’t talk. If I am not attached to you, I have to know you’ll become nothing at all. With your mistakes I dress myself, Nervously to play the part. Bait I lay, like my moon staring hours have set traps for me. You will feel the extent of what’s been done to me. Terrible you have to taste my tragedy every time you love me. Scavenging for someone to hold. Couldn’t bear to sleep on my own. Who have you awakened with your babble, who will wake and rise and know only an endless search for its master? How did you see Golem here? In me? You’re always looking for another God to please. Half way through carving my flesh with the marks we both blessed, you decided nevermind. I noticed the look in my eye turns oceans to ice. Its never you, it’s me. I’ve got intestinal untangling to manage and I’m trying not to strangle you with the surplus I’m trying not to blame you when it hurts us.. Scape-goat’s hopeful stares will saturate escape. You choose to tie up loose ends and let glide your noose into place. I’ve been losing remotely viewed influenced sleep, practicing living. I’ve been watching, you wandering at night, just to see. See where you lead. Silly me, wand in hand and falling asleep again. Agitate the gargoyles watching from above if you think it necessary. Carry on cursing the sun. The black coats permanently hiding above. legends buried, wholeness is temporary. Intention cemetery, let me sleep at your tomb, its so very familiar unlike attachment, dependence kills us, if you understand lend me the insight to make amends. Sentenced to death with the commitment of dichotomy. Without solid ground for worship, without your dirt to lie in. I forget you easily. Promise me, sacred opposite, I haven’t wasted your life these years. Without a heart to show your face to you, holy water to wash you in. Fire burns a course, Lord knows I have trouble trying to follow. In my mind they’ll all always be leaving me. Don’t be scared, I’m right here. But know in the end I will always be alone. Thank you for your care, all of your time wasted on a broken mind All men considerate spend some time with me. The song in the little box with a dancing girl on top Starts again when you come near it. If I had a home, I’d gladly say lets go back I wanna forget, That no one ever really cared to know me as it sunk. It don’t do me no good. I hope your life saves you from me. Life is lovely. Just not anywhere near me. Why would I be the one to heal you, let me give your visceral trip, godspelled language back? I simply wasn’t ready for all that. Purity is a joke to me, but I’m glad I held on for fantasies sake, through you all the meaning can escape. It’s that dialect of elevation, near angel talk. I don’t have a tongue for anymore mine’s been forked at indifference. Indecision learning to live at such distance from yourself, you know you get close enough to tell. Spell me anything-sweet little creature, give me everything and my form will observe the fall as a passer by, empathetic extra late on the set. I’ve been working a lifetime for much less. Blame it on the merry tailors of time, slapstick irony but I’m having trouble smiling. Sometimes when you touched me I felt alive, and so I thank you. Stuffed to the gut with well-worded apologies, and the face doesn’t contort to convey anything anymore. What the hell were we doing? I’ll always be happy to be entangled in your madness, the contours of your face refuse reluctantly to fade against my rapid eye entrapment, avatar always hogging the stage, but the lights are all fake, an audience placed just for the lonely ego and all his convenient mistakes. You can’t ever know what it takes to heal me, but I bear gifts and beg for favors, before you leave me. You’ll have to check the tags I know the bodies have been paid for, good show my boy you better believe me, Are we all that different? It don’t take much to seize us your mumbling science becomes a mantra, and your small talk humbled to a better drama, every time we’re made to appreciate. God I’ve grown too fake, to force a word on you. Paint any mask on you to stay with me, to be able to honestly complain again. The stains on the talking walls are always self inflicted, no questions please, I’m busy letting passion do the talking, oh the contrasting ache of listlessness. I can only promise the dreams that come true for you, but the ones we shared, I can’t stop waking up from. Did you leave something there alien, is there something a body can’t accept. Rejection’s a puzzle, a hole I can’t keep digging honey, not without you. You don’t have to prove yourself to me; I never quite wanted to believe. Unroll me when its over, separate the skin from lucid sheets canvas, gropes in oblivion little pieces of the truth. How am I gonna live up to your epitaph? How do you rid of me so fast? Some shoes to fill, I hope I never kill someone’s mind like you do to me willingly Separate the sections touched prior, card em off cause this is Gods work stretch the biting mouths. Make them ration their intake I’ve claimed I was someone I feel now I’m not I hide the one who saves you, because he’s too bright for me. I walk across your sins written in chalk on the floor and find the bones, but it just don’t matter to me anymore. Hands off the wheel, hands will flail to know a home. I swear I would go back But mine washed away; Though caution sways the contents of the stomach, Oh my Lord knows I can’t balance anymore, stop piling plates on, I got your point hours ago when you slammed that golden gate I never said I would leave I just got hold; Having trouble breathing when my head hits the chords. My hands are stuck in this thing But I can still at least describe feeling. If I convince myself that I’m a victim void of personal responsibility. If just through thought, I will become the bleed. I’ll become what you take from me. This is where she comes to find peace, this is where you can find the last piece of me I tried to take it out, but it'll never budge, you've broken me tryin to save yourself. This is where she comes to find her peace this is where you can find pieces of me, I tried to take it out but blood just keeps on running You make a promise and it strikes me like slow lightning, I've been keeping one for centuries roaming godless, a bastard, and without a light to lead my path, and I procrastinate in choosing cause I may lose you, and I hesitate how to take my place, even still without a mirror, claws or not, I may not survive the night. I may never be able to see a whore in mangled garb made Madonna, but I feel she'll do just fine without me. A body all about these wires, high and still taking life's time. Wasted days poised,posturing and standing still with poison. Don’t let a drop spill, we'll stop when we've had our fill, and as we swallow, time will kill, we will make you one of us we will, we will make you taste trust off the back of your sweat you will act as if our will were your own. Step away if you’ve nothing to tell me or sell me. You are my offering to science. There’s never been a way to save yourself. I thought I could save myself too; I hate to be the one to have to put it to you straight. Such a pity these wings were just drawn on all of you. I wanted all of a body. I feed off the tissue. If I can’t eat it at least let me lick. I deceased to let the bricks all sever the connections unless you ever meant this. Undress the truth, a promise never sent, all relentless and appalled. Don’t you know it’s not me that comes lurking when you call. Astral body scalpel, some ones been setting traps in my REM corridor. I slide the door open loose consciousness, and just wind up hours later on the floor. I couldn’t help to notice, you were always choking on seemingly such easy and soft-spoken words. I don’t cast you out to anywhere you haven’t lived before. There is no lasting doubt that as I let you out I need you more. Forgive this pitiful dismal play I can’t get out. Tape wrapped around another plan give me my arm back if your just baiting the hand I found you painting it red tapped from the pulse in the veins of man I was never eager to admit that we had lost culture snug in complex. Pleasure seizures through the day. Trapped in the basement with all of your fears. Shrapnel encasement sews up the ducts. Stay here love and see how she eats, I say devour she’ll consume the very tears, you were pushin yourself to let out. But force yourself to bleed, I wont be the one to cast the heavy stone of need and remind you you’ve been making aquaintences on your knees As painful as they may be to me, please believe, I been hiding claws behind the mirror. You were rootin around in the back of my skull. What choice have you left me but to pull the plug? The king has fallen off his chair. If all our gods are dead what will become of the people and who will lead us in the end. Who's the lesser evil when they're both scraping flesh, so they say to make ends meet, the man in black will not be pleased with me. I might not make it to the night. The wolves all growing hungry I wanted to be sure it was you, so I drew a circle around my feet. Your ringin bells volunteer all convulse, in your cell without help you might never find a way out of this fight, just keep reciting the words that they taught you, try to argue my name, forsake my savored wishes, you carry relics in a cardboard box. Don't throw them in the moat. Theres more conjuring afoot. Yuo've traveled so damn far just to know now die. The pieces that you thought were adding up were just patterns of the mind. I'll give this dagger back to you, I'll make you realize it was never mine. We never seem to know how to choose between sacraments and a knife, put in mind to lose the sicknes the day brings in view. Oh contort to the flame, won't the others do the same? You might as well lead the fight and make a talkin cesspool outta me. Theres a demon in the attic now what am I to do? Hes been screaming your name since 1942,and I was calling to the tailors of time each unwritten letter, somehow eternal burned into the mind ,forgotten in her bedroom, almost every other night. Please don't leave all the test tube hybrids in plain sight. If we believe than we're not paying attention, xyclonB air conditioning ducts don't you dare forget to mention me in the end before you turn on your TV. Runnin on the last plateau of luck. We'll have to hope what's better is above cause I've been choking on the hissing statues’ spells we obey below. If you pause to reinact the kerosine trails you'll see I hold your sin in my hand. I cut the string, turn off the light. Needed you to follow, needed to verify your sick devotion. Convince me your scars are of belief. If I catch you one last time, the least you could do is play blind, play dead, play any song but now. I don't need to know my phantom limbs are burying the best of me. All of this shame wrapped in intimacy. If you except me, some filth you'll let anyone in. You distract to deflect disect each last step dizzy, and you can't seem to stop intercepting feeling and the warmth is made less by the embrace lifeless the feeling is dead. I feel your slitherin eel teeth quickly rub against me gills all open to feed through the dark. I'm just tryin to be inhibited. I've been begging to be lived in, hunger to be filled with suggestions of a new found will. Sort these tongues from one another. Give me what I'm begging for. There is no now in more. I need someone to hold. A cloth stretched over light with sketched on breast to cling to in the cold. To fold a black and purple flame back into the night .I'll gladly give everything to be uninvolved. Pray to be a catalyst even if it takes all the skin. You were claiming God's touch when you fondel figures living in cubicles of trickling down denial. You wouldn't be caught dead raising a finger. You needed someone else to win. A signal to the door all your rampant information, a willing void shown when you rolled up your sleeve. I hope your safe when you realize the power was always with you. I will reveal the doorway in your clot. I swear I'll catch your contradiction and make you stop. All habits forced out a church that healed us once in a temporary daze. Your place of worship is this cursed ground you claimed, your self empowering phase.You used an army without giving them a name, for the rose and blood blanketed, clap and tear surrounded stage. You stare at the cross damn you forgetting whos at stake. Oh how easily you forget consumptions made a husk of man outta me. I wanna be born again in you, cause I just can't do things for myself. Heal me, feel my pain for me, it's to cloudy now for me to care. I don't take no responsibility for what’s been done to me. I wasn't in my body then and sure as hell am not now. Please stop needing me, I can't convince myself I'm alive. I had arms once, all passive limbs work like eyes, and Lord knows I don't need another witness. I will take your prayers and blessings and stretch them to the breaking point I wanna test every leper I annoint. Before we forget the point. ************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** **************************************************** **************************************************** Being constantly surrounded by floating orchestras of advertising and mass reproduced images and forced suggestions (for instance not turning to alternate eating patterns because there’s a McDonalds conveniently located on the corner and its cheap)creates a dissonant, terribly impersonal non-reality, containing absolutely no individual thought or experience. No experience is new to the mind. Everything from making love, to surviving a bear attack prompts some obscure TV programmed response. The television is the predominant friend, parent, educator, and more disturbingly unconscious government for the contemporary generation. We have no working concept of how impressionable we have been made by the Television and the extent to which it preemptly assumes most of the reactions we have to everyday life and what would be new stimulus. We interact with thousands of diverse situations and people on the box long before we do in real life. On the one hand pseudo educating us to foreign situations to an extent, and on the other is making vicarious violence through real war and unnecessary pain and death totally acceptable to our comfortable lifestyles, because of the extent to which we don't actually participate in it. The distance between audience and victim in Gladiator games has only become a screen where without actually being present the emotional nature of us is suppressed into thinking we are being entertained and nothing in our lives is similar. The TV brings an annoying stage like complex to the psyche, which naturally acts as a filter when trying to understand ourselves and the world around us. The chakras are seven points of concentrated energy on the human body, which work in concert with spinal energy or kundalini to sort of, power the circuits of physical and spiritual well being and transcendence. By periodically bombarding the mind and body with crap suggested by major corporations, the government (the "terrorists, the grays, Illuminati whatever floats your boat) have cornered the country into idiocy (because they have different color shirts at Wal-Mart, different sandwiches at BK, and you can "pick" your president does not designate an alive and flourishing democracy in the eyes of our forefathers, and therefore should not be accepted to us) By keeping us on the lower rungs of the chakra spectrum concerned with only ego and attachment. Consumption has become our selected arsenal in collective suicide. We might become curious as to why they refer to it as television programming. -We Trust the Government