RS/6000 - THE POLAR BEAR IS SOPPING RED AND WHITE
- Comes Crashing Down Out Of The Sky
- Word Play
- Bifurcate
- The Snow Melts Off The Mountaintops
- Anyone’s Game
- A Glass Of Gaussian
- Musical Chairs
- The Crimes Of This Guilty Land
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They were waiting for the magic word
They were slipping down the vertical slope
But that was honestly the least of their worries
They were waiting for it all to go backdraft
Eating it down and still their stomachs churned
Like the drag of a current into a scope
But that was honestly the least of their worries
They had eaten the last of the bread
Comes crashing down out of the sky
Comes crashing down out of the sky
The polar bear is sopping red and white
The polar bear is sopping red and white
Comes crashing down out of the sky
Comes crashing down out of the sky
This is what it must feel like to be buried alive
This is what it must feel like to be buried alive
Comes crashing down out of the sky
Comes crashing down out of the sky
This is what it must feel like to be buried alive
This is what it must feel like to be buried alive
The sculptures turned up conspicuously headless
They could wipe you all out at any fucking time
They weren’t waiting for someone else to save them
And their future was yellow indeed
The ones they didn’t trust, they turned to burn
They saved the bones for their dirty collections
They snuffed out every danger of self-expression
Leaving only a legacy of nationalism
We were here for seven million years
We were here for seven million years
The polar bear is sopping red and white
The polar bear is sopping red and white
Comes crashing down out of the sky
Comes crashing down out of the sky
This is what it must feel like to be buried alive
This is what it must feel like to be buried alive
Comes crashing down out of the sky
Comes crashing down out of the sky
This is what it must feel like to be buried alive
This is what it must feel like to be buried alive
We were here for seven million years
We were here for seven million years
This is what it must feel like to be buried alive
This is what it must feel like to be buried alive
You’re engaging in a sorta weird word play
The senses sanded down by the-thesaurus
A couple fellers were neutralized just fucking waiting
They came, they saw, gone in two taps of a Taurus
Or maybe it was two thumps of a mortar
It don’t matter, you won’t cover it anyway
It’s unpursuant to your interests, you say?
I’d drown you but we’re all rationing water
Besides, there’s other cruel forms of death
And they’re waiting, waiting for you
This just in, a missible was rushed to hospital
And over four hundred people just fucking disappeared
Reports are calling them acceptable collateral
Because you’ll smear all for the crimes of fucking who?
See, your laughable impartiality is only proof
Of your racist imperialist glee peeking through
Telling porky pies and only proving true you lie
Lies only the Western press could dream up
Just remember, there’s other cruel forms of death
And they’re waiting, waiting for you
Remember, there’s other cruel forms of death
And they’re waiting, waiting for you
You think now’s the time for overdue condolences?
That ship sailed the day you memoryholed your soul
Just ’cause you followed your orders from the BBC
Doesn’t mean you’ll miss your just desserts
Streicher swung for good reason, y’know
Because your words are power
And in the absence of pesky formalities
A people’s court will find their way to you
Just remember, there’s other cruel forms of death
And they’re waiting, waiting for you
Remember, there’s other cruel forms of death
And they’re waiting, waiting for you
Remember, there’s other cruel forms of death
And they’re waiting, waiting for you
Remember, there’s other cruel forms of death
And they’re waiting, waiting for you
She turned up on the corner in the corner of a corner
Jarred and tarred and bent out of shape
All moving and brooding at different rates
And the paint on the wall had transfixed her
Laying in the corner of the corner on the corner
Ragged and jagged and shagged and tagged
Casting herself out of living memory
And bifurcating
She hates this world but she loves this Earth
She hates it hates it hates it hates it
And she was sinking sinking down
Into the sharpened corner corner
From the corner of the corner just around the corner
The corner is the corner and it’s all she’ll ever know
Corner corner corner corner corner corner corner
Another cornered corner has cornered the coroner
Bifurcating bifurcating
Bifurcating bifurcating
Bifurcating bifurcating
Bifurcating
The snow melts off the mountaintops
And we’re too stubborn to say goodbye
Brushing up with live power lines
An age beyond the Holocene
Don’t you worry about the stars
They’re not worrying about yous
The universe will brush us off like a speck of dust
As it brushes its teeth and slips on its shoes
The snow melts off the mountaintops
The snow melts off the sky
The snow melts off the mountaintops
The snow melts up and dries
The snow melts off the mountaintops
And we’re too stubborn to say goodbye
To the old cave paintings in the Swabian Jura
For a crippling fear of missing out
The snow melts off the mountaintops
And our vessels are hardened now
The High Court said this would not happen
The dissolution of mercy itself
The snow melts off the mountaintops
And we’re to comply until we die
So au revoir, smell you later
See you on no other side
Put to pastures
Quid pro quo
Cruelty
It’s anyone’s game
Exact sciences
Shit on a stick
Swimming in pitch
It’s anyone’s game
Machiavellian
Biochemical
It’s anyone’s game
And anyone’s game
A coin in a cup
Helectite slip
Love in the mud
Letting it rip
It’s chauvinism
All the way down
It’s chauvinism
All the way down
It’s chauvinism
All the way down
It’s anyone’s game
All the way down
Double double
Double trouble
We’re all in trouble
We’re all in a muddle
Our words are forming
Our thoughts are forming
But they’re all falling
All over each other
A sea of amnesiacs
A sea of amnesiacs
And no-one is facing it
The elephant in the funeral home
The arsenic in the open air
The glass of Gaussian
It smooths out all the folds
It jams up all the comms
It smothers dead the loss
Of our very
Just think about it
Just think about it
Food for thought
Food for thought
Start
Stop
Stop
Start
Stop
Start
Start
Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
Start
We’re commencing with the sentencing
A blessing it is, in their words
It kind of is, for their services
Not any of us
The feds had black-bagged Mother Nature herself
Yeah, they locked her down to just a windowless room
As if we could ever hope to expect anything less
Than scorched Earth
Hear hear, nearly all the room hears
The defense has been recorded in absentia
And the jury, they look alright enough
If a bit gilded
And the protests outside the courtroom were no bother
The cullings had kept the turnout pretty low
It was easily dispersed with the bullets of lazy men
Lapdogging for their chance to wear the boot
And the judge now holds the decision in his hand
The paper itself the proof that this is all just one cruel joke
And he says, “the crimes of this guilty land
Are listed as follows”