(Matt Embree's side project, Love You Moon)
Now take your filthy claws out of me.
I don't want them here no more.
A Baseball bat for your TV screen,
and a hydrogen bomb in your strip mall.
They start you off so young, instilling what you need.
Flashing imagery persist to, cut the flow off you bloodstream.
Until our imaginations have become pixilated.
And now megabytes do the work of brain cells and hard drives fill the task of hearts.
But humans can't be trusted anyway.
Cause we can't live forever and immortality is an art just like the fear of rejection.
Come on swallow this handful down,
you know your conscience is impregnable.
Assimilation has become imminent.
So pull the hammer back now, now, now.
And drink it down until you see the bottom.
Can't you smell it, can't you smell it?
It's all around!
Whose got a driver for these screws?
Everybody's got an answer for our solution.
It requires the liberation of emotion.
A little passion a little rage,
a book and a bottle and some gasoline.
A little passion a little rage,
a book and a bottle and some gasoline.
And a smile, and a smile from the mouths of who are worth it.