Из альбома: Hang
"It is inevitable, he becomes obsolete because the things that define him become obsolete. These things are part of who he is and now they are irrelevant: typewriters, cursive handwriting, dictionaries, encyclopedias, landlines, operators, payphones, mail, conversation, touch, sympathy, empathy, love, privacy..."
pleased to meet you in the grey
swinging slowly in the hang
all together on the beat
new machines are coming primed
seasons change and combine
starving bees on dying vines
revelations in your mind
dark and then on fire
obsolete, absolutely
absolute, obsolete
I'm hanging by my testimony
I expire
all I've known,
obsolete, absolute
running, running far behind
faster, faster borrowed time
heretics has lost its mind
we are undefined
obsolete, absolutely
absolute, obsolete
Hanging on, upon nostalgia
antiquated
all we've known
obsolete, absolute
swinging men on a tree
weighted bags of debris
their survival contingent on their empathy
they aren't anything but prey
"...tradition, convention, lineage, morality, compassion, eye contact, history, family."
we aren't anything but prey
all the tools taken away
all the words we used to say
salutations, courtesies
mama, papa, save me
obsolete, absolutely
absolute, obsolete
Hanging on our testimonies
we expire
all we really know,
we're not anything but prey