The highway stretched out far into the freezing distance
Our travels made us weary and we longed for home
A car sat quite and solemn near a Bridge
Nestled in the security of the snow
It was freshly abandoned and still warm from its occupants
Under each Bridge was a new body which told its own fleshly tale
And each story told only of the deed that had been done
Masking the details in obscurity
The sun was smothered by dark foreboding clouds
They foretold the beginning of the end
The Earthly machine in the dead of winter
Began to cave in upon itself
Once so efficient and bureaucratic
It now struggled to sustain its own existence
Society started to crumble
The wrench in the machine was too hard to find
And it bled to death
The harsh reality of the revelation was frightening
I felt alone in my madness so I reached out for you
You gave me your comfort and I asked for a kiss
Because “the end of the world is surely upon us”
You held my hand and said “fall into it” and I did
I was afraid …I was afraid of the machine |
I was afraid of what we’d become
And if the machine wasn’t going to let me be
Then maybe it better I not be
So from that day on I let my body tell the story
The forensic artists will know what I have done
They will see my deeds but like the others I will wear my mask
Keeping the details somewhere deep in the bowels of Oblivion
I will be one more body floating down the River Styx
For it not worth my Soul
To have the latest medical technology
For it not worth my Soul
To have mastered the elements
For it not worth my Soul
To be Sane
So here I float Upon the River Styx
Waiting to be judged…
Because the machine is society and the wrench is Science
Science is the vehicle by which we lose faith
And when the magic is gone we will cease
to live
Our sole concern will be for the product of the machine
Which is the existence of itself. |
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While traveling from Sioux Falls to Spencer
I heard a roaring crash on the highway
Like stumbling onto an unseen disaster
A cluster of bodies around me lay
The whiskey and blood, they run hand in hand
Exhausted by the fuming man-made flames
Our metal beast slain, strewn about the land
God, let the doctors remember our names
There are plenty of reasons to lament
Me and my lady will die where we lay
Good luck to those who survive this event
Tis’ fate hath decided our judgment day
We danced all night, as if danseurs from France
A Tango, a Waltz, a brilliant dance
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