[RS/6000] - THE NEW WORLD
- My Proteins Are Perfectly Folded
- Tiramisu
- Sisyphus Grinning Ear To Ear
- Breath Strolls Off
- Microplastic Control Group
RELEASED OCTOBER 1ST, 2026
An EP to wrap things up.
Welcome to the new world.
GALLERY
LYRICS
Up some poor sod’s nose we go
It’s a shame he left it ajar
Sweeping perimeter easy and slow
It looks like no-one’s home
This one’s stealthy as they come
The latest model on the market
There’s not much to look at, just mucus and hair
And Saturday’s marching powder
Hey, I might’ve been born a baby
But we’re all COVID babies now
Nestled in the peaks and troughs
Pitching our tents in midair
Resentful, malignant, mordant and sly
Stickered with a postage stamp
A living vision of the old world
Held together by surface tension
Don’t forget to doublethink your work
And don’t even worry about it, man
Would you be more scared
If you could see me in the air?
Would you be more scared
If you could see me in the air?
Would you be more scared
If you could see me in the air?
Would you be more scared
If you could see me in the air?
Take it from the top
Stop it in its tracks
Dare it to attack
Curse it went this way
Feed it to the wolves
Dream it ever could
Taste the ever-humid air
Or hear the tree fall in the jungle
Alighting all its armaments
Within its catacombs
Its aftershocks the fuel
To be cruel, cruel, cruel
You can’t put out a firestorm
You can’t take off or land in one
You can’t harvest the crops no more
And you just cannot eat money
Where you’re going, you won’t know
You won’t be taking you with you
‘Cause you’ll be there, but you won’t
Unreachable
You can’t put out a firestorm
You can’t take off or land in one
You can’t harvest the crops no more
And you just cannot eat money
When all that jelly stops
Undone in your entirety
Eaten away by the bugs in your bunker
‘Cause the matter’s only pudding
And in a twist of fate
Your final meal was
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
A tiramisu
It moved as if the air was never even there
Its pathway sent astray like a bullet’s ricochet
Walking on through walls that might as well be doors
Floating in suspension of its reasoned disbelief
Interloping
Sailing on floorboards, so sure it could be sure
Dangling from the stars and hiking the contrails
Pleading as invisibly as a ship long lost to the sea
Like Sisyphus grinning ear to ear
Interloping
Just move in a direction
Just move in a direction
Contagion is a myth
Germ theory is a joke
What I can’t see won’t hurt me
No more novel entities
The tax of our creation
Will be lurking for millennia
Head and tail of a coin
Molded finely, flappy, bendy
Synthesized and sturdy
But not for the trypophobes
The microplastic control group
Is nowhere to be found
The broken glass breadbasket
Has never had a comedown
Discalculation
Miscalculation
It’s Miller time
It’s Miller time
Just fucking waiting
Just fucking waiting
Waiting for the stroke