Spermatic Chord Lyrics (are all ridiculously wordy)

Sixteen

Don't press that button or you'll fuck up the contraption and don't rest your drink on that... Fuck. We'll take it out and recall if need be, we'll take him out. Now let's see, point A goes into point B, this shit's so cheap and they don't make 'em like they used to. Now we agree that we built it with a mystique but the mistakes we made and the price we paid... Homeboy's seen his last days. Papa's got a brand new bag, baby's got her license renewed and Billy wants to marry Bobby; Telling you that “you can't stop me”. Tax free they don't make 'em like they used to, buy them from your cubicle cell. It's a new regime and a new day to showcase our new toys, don't make a scene from a scene that made you, we've got new rules for all the girls and boys. I feel like nothin', you've become a distraction, don't bet your farm on that shit.
 

Eighteen

Got a bad case but nonetheless it's been made got a sad face and I try to understand then without a trace you disappear again, got a bad case and a bad hand. We'll hold court under a mirror ball, strobe-light witnesses make sense of what they see, we were so sure that it could conquer all, we'll drink like fishes eventually they'll agree. Cut open their corpses and prove they died happy, the evidence will prove that they died alone. A dead smile on a cold face for all to see because they didn't need anyone, they'd already lost all hope. In each other's very presence future, past and present. The less we saw of one another the closer we got, evaded by mere hours plans rained out but then it stopped us from trying to do and be something we're not.
Whether or not the weather permits we'll wither right away. Fall to pieces in your fingers like a letter in the rain. I never forgot and I never forgave, all together up in arms close your eyes and see the shapes.Free on a fee and in a state of disbelief, like pearls before swine and we pissed away our time. But it's all clear sailing now, now you've found relief. You can get away with anything, kill the guilt the perfect crime. Manufacture sunlight, rain's mixed at the bar and the chemical dreams are oh so vivid, I'm wherever you are. Memories on import, connect and daydream into the wax. Through long-distance sighs we socialize and what we hold is who we are. A city too small for a Kerouac heart to beat, stifled by stability and a sober sane and if I got anywhere close at all for a valid critique.

Seventeen

Two tickets to paradise, the one way trip of a lifetime. Kick ass and kill. A three-way with love, hate and death it's catching up. To the ends of our minds, have the time of our lives. What a thrill. Always did love to cheat death but your past caught up it all caught up. Singing, laughing at your expense, all gone and forgotten. Fuck! Yeah! We're on our way to nowhere, We're going nowhere. We're on our way to our deaths, walking down to our graves.

Four

I was there it hit hard like the black death and left us all addicted
There were casualties and memories that time has since distorted
At the time it made so much sense, made one hell of an impact
But it's got nothing on the pact we made and I stayed true to it

We could buy and sell and live off of all things that we once were
Look me in the eye, deny that the thought never occurred
To you in these trying times, I know you would, but not if you will
Undoing the history and cheapen the story to tell

I don't care anymore it was bigger than us alone
I don't know anymore it's nothing that anyone could say they owned
Wouldn't dare anyone to try and make sense of the history
Wasn't just anyone who could say that they were there

I'm sure it could re-sell well and still stand as a story
But it would be a sorry fact that we are only what we were
I know in the end you mean well I want my dues like anyone else
But at what cost think of all that we've lost and that we could still lose

I was there, there I was, you wish for too much

Six

Eyes are all obscured by a big dark bird's nest mess of hair
Figure why not do it all, get it all done while it's all still there

Before it all recesses with the senses, synapses collapse
And all that's left is this helpless shell longing for the past
Got one hell of a story to tell, you could be part of it as well
But it's still a work in progress, the ending isn't so obvious

I'll take you on all the twists and turns otherwise you'll never learn
You'll never leave this life alive, you might as well enjoy the ride

When death, destruction, sadness and loss have lost all appeal
Then I guess there isn't much left except for what is real
Things that people who you'll never talk to can understand and relate to
Won't change a life but you'll make hearts dance, in the end that's not too bad

Eyes all on you, nice to know they care
Enough to scrutinize what you do under the spotlight's glare
Before the sizzle's sold and joke has gotten old
And all that's left is to move on to the next, next week or next year

Last night is all a blur, last week seems like last year
We're different people, lived it out and we're not going back there

Ten

Cast down the liberation, last time we tried this conversation, we laughed incessently
Tempting contemplation, resignation from bell toll, sounds inspiration for destination.

Five

Differences in perception, is this the way you perceive
through eyes; I plead another way out
Fixation implemented through methods by passed in a
place where reflections seep through glass

Staged imperfections
The pressure in realization of the past I know now
Think of this as another devised plan-
Art forms of insanity

Some blind effect in affection, is there a sought after answer
Are they fragmented purposes or plain precautions
With what it takes, with what it seems
You stand not for yourself but move with others

Paced with the running of words
Blatancy is a plus to your average
Compel me to raise my hands
Follow this, a satire to life

Do you drown in your vanity
Somewhere else to you is nothing of its sort
Do you sink in your own parody
Desire is its own temptation

Staged imperfections
The pressure in realization of the past I know now
Think of this as another devised plan-
Art forms of insanity

We raise our glasses
Fences for intrusive fighters
Reflections found on the other side
Face to fidelity
We raise our glasses
To the unreflecting
 

Three

A day like today has us wriggling in bed
Squirming like ants under a looking glass
Burnt by the sun she said I won't get burnt again
By the eye of the sun she said 'no not again'

A break from having known no harm
Come crashing through the clouds and you scream so loud
An upbringing that enables you to throw tantrums in such style

A break from having known no harm
Come crashing through the clouds and you scream so loud
An upbringing that enables you to throw
tantrums in such style

Severed ties and the hands they bind
Are scratched and scraped as the ones that lead the blind
Severed heads and what they once said
Blaspheming words from such great minds

Your mind is a slut, your past is a whore
Diseased but it has no shame
Past pictures are but cinders, cinders and embers
Fill in the blank space that now remains

A day like today has us wriggling in bed
Squirming like ants under a looking glass
Burnt by the sun she said I won't get burnt again
By the eye of the sun she said 'no not again'

Several times I've tried to find
A way to scrape and save myself a better life
Scratch my heads at what they once said
Simplistic concepts from a complex mind

Several times I've tried to find
A way to scrape and save myself a better life
Scratch my heads at the things you said
Simplistic concepts from a complex mind

Severed ties and the hands they bind
Are scratched and scraped as the ones that lead the blind
Severed heads and what they once said
Blaspheming words from such great minds

Do what you will, what will you do
It's merely a process of living it out
Out on a limb and running on fumes
It's lively and it's processed, a safe and pleasing sound

The lights go out and you wake up screaming
The lights go out on your dream
Of something safe, of something sane
The things you would've done to keep it all that way

Do what you will, what will you do
It's merely a process of living it out
Out on a limb and running on fumes
It's lively and it's processed, a safe and pleasing sound

The lights go out and you wake up screaming
The lights go out on your dream
Of something safe, of something sane
The things you would've done to keep it all that way
 

Nine

It’s all over now-
I can’t quite comprehend the colors of kaleidoscopes that shine their brilliance.
They turn moments into something like a thought of consequence, where we turn to shout and the echoes shout back. We turn to shout and the echoes shout back….
In all your splendor I find the greatest of faults, the parody of weaknesses in every turn. This is the representation by color for every hour:

We turn to shout and the echoes shout back….
1.10, bathing in streetlight
2.48, kicking the cans
3.22, getting tired, the sidewalks offer their resting place
4.45, we go and turn again

I can’t quite comprehend the colors of kaleidoscopes that shine their brilliance.
We turn to shout and the echoes shout back
 

One

As fists hit the air to hail a new deity
I won't deny my past but I'm moving on
Not hoping to undermine the sense of community
Just hope you'll learn that there's something more

Forgive me for detesting the little things
The apathetic attitude that I bring
You left your fingerprints on your brilliant disguise
Laced with simplicity and subtleties

Losing focus over soft focus pictures of someone you knew so well
Losing interest over bullshit between the lines that you’ve been dealt
What can I wallow in, the cure hurts more than the ailment
When I’m this way, I’m in your way, you’ve lost your way

You've turned the stage into an altar
It's fuelled by the sweat of the blind and unaware
As your definitions change from the day to day
You're movement stopped evolving When you learnt to look elsewhere

And it's all hanging by a coda
When you realise your problems can't all be solved
Just by what became the mainstream that you hate
And your patronizing manner won't help anyone

Sitting on the edge of my bed with a forseen doom haunting me
Subtle as a car wreck and more fun than a kick in the head
Lose yourself in something; sell your soul temporarily
Shook your hand, can’t shake the feeling, that we’ve all been mislead

You've turned the stage into an altar
It's fuelled by the sweat of the blind and unaware
As your definitions change from the day to day
You're movement stopped evolving When you learnt to look elsewhere

And it's all hanging by a coda
When you realise your problems can't all be solved
Just by what became the mainstream that you hate
And your patronizing manner won't help anyone

I can’t accept what I’ve been left with, deities and death of imaginary friends,
Specters and spectacles to behold, holding on and putting off inspiring them
You left your fingerprints on your brilliant disguise
Laced with simplicity and subtleties

What hurts more than letting you down
Is knowing that you’re feigning, faking it when you say you’re proud
What can I wallow in, the cure hurts more than the ailment
When I’m this way, I’m in your way, you’ve lost your way admit it

Anger's always been easy to latch onto
It's been a common thread through everything you do
isolated yourself overlooked everyone else
while you learn to whine a change into taking place

 

Eight

Battlecry! Goblins under the sun!
Fire! Burn! DIE!
 

Two

I once knew a man who could say everything with his hands
Put pen to paper perfectly and make you understand
There was a time I also knew a time when I gave a damn
But damn it I'm just here trying to pen a song for you

There was a time when I could say that people knew me well
I could tell them everything and knew they'd understand
a time when it all seemed so new those days have gone to hell
so to hell with what I knew and to hell with you

And my past defines me and poses a question
how would you find me if I looked back and cringed?
Find the words aligning but they're not making sense
sense something big is happening sense something else is happening

I once knew a man who could say everything with his hands
Put pen to paper perfectly and make you understand
There was a time I also knew a time when I gave a damn
But damn it I'm just here trying to pen a song for you

There was a time when I could say that people knew me well
I could tell them everything and knew they'd understand
a time when it all seemed so new those days have gone to hell
so to hell with what I knew and to hell with you

paint by numbers create this way and you can't go wrong
Now you know what people like should've done this all along
Days are numbered you've worked this way for way too long
way too long to change your ways and waste your days away

change your ways and waste your days away
change your ways and waste your days away

Happened to have to happen to me
Happy and high as a kite it was me
Happened to have to happen to me
But I wanna know why it had to be me

I've got a scar to remind me, a name scratched on my chest
It's there to remind me of everything I did
I've got this letter to remind me
Of all the stupid things I said

paint by numbers create this way and you can't go wrong
Now you know what people like should've done this all along
Days are numbered you've worked this way for way too long
way too long to change your ways and waste your days away

change your ways and waste your days away
change your ways and waste your days away
 

Eleven

Oh and you say it’s opinion but I know it’s yet another excuse for politicking, ticking that time off the clock, Those close encounters don’t seem to deter you. Instead they haunt and find you, counting in your counter-theories, one, two, three, four.

You prescribed yourself with the remedy for your dysmenorrhea, best described in the conversations, ones like lifelike sentiment, dreamlike dispositions. Dimension controlling fort Doh has now been demolished, and time started flowing reversely. Vaus managed to escape from the distorted space but the real voyage of Arkanoid in the galaxy has only started. You prescribed yourself with the remedy, best described in the conversations, ones like lifelike sentiment, and you witness your shadows at war.

You’re proselytizing and revolutionizing, crying for more substance, for greater strengths to be found amidst the seemingly overcrowded stations, casting your crew, the crows spread the word through, and beneath all the rhetoric you’re still cutting shortened stories short, and all the lives you’ve lied about, and all the creations you’ve left for the wind are past now.

One by one they pass through, supposed strengths turn meek, the thoughtlessness erupts, it’s love, lost, too simple; painted on a blue green dress. Protests for the privileged, trying to prove themselves their worthy existence. You’re still preaching for the values you think you stand for, intertwining the very problem of our time, with entertainments of rights, you’re still proselytizing to no end.

Ticking that time off the clock, tick tock tick tock tick tock
Counting in your counter-theories, one, two, three, four

And beneath all the rhetoric you’re still cutting shortened stories short, and all the lives you’ve lied about, and all the creations you’ve left for the wind are past now. You’re proselytizing and revolutionizing. You’re still preaching, you’re still proving ultimately it is nothing

I changed with the seasons, she went with the fall, I went with the flow, tried to make sense of it all. With no real reason the conversation went dead and I stayed here just the same but not quite yet. Looking down at our broken shoes and up at the same sky, laughing at what we say we don't want and what we don't have I'll sing this song to the very end or I'll die trying, I'll die trying just to prove that I can.