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Exothermic Oxidation (iTunes Bonus Track)

 

Exothermic Oxidation (iTunes Bonus Track)

(album: The_Ascension - 2007)


As the official representative of the [?] Conforming Society for a valid society I must remind you the tenants of being a valuable citizen

Take your vitamins
Whiten your teeth
Sharpen the edge

Comb your hair
Don't slouch
Watch your tone

Believe in god
Obey the law
Don't cry
Buy now

Never live
Never try
Never feel
Never lie

Love the day
Fear the night
Do as we say

Obey
Obey
Obey

We'll bury our mistakes
We'll burn the remains
Piling corpses in ritual flames

Smothering out
Any shadow of doubt

Don't bother thinking
We'll do it for you

You see I have really weird days
I have really good days
And I have really, really, really bad days

But the authorities have assured me
Never to fear
That they'll soon have me cured

Just fill this prescription
Take this pill
Take this sting

Take your meds to help your head
And I did
But things still seem to hurt me

I take my meds to help my head
But things still seem to hurt me

I take my meds to help my head
But things still seem to hurt..

There's several things I'd like to do before exothermic oxidation decides to consume my soul of hungry ghosts

I would like to fuck a supermodel every night for six consecutive weeks

I want to lead an ancient army into battle
I want to sleep on a bed blanketed with the skin of my enemies

I want to own a nation
I want to be crucified on a mesquite tree and resurrected three days later

I want to negotiate a multi billion dollar deal in a boardroom on the 666th floor in downtown Manhattan or wall street or Taiwan or some other metropolis that's just feeding off of its consumer fetishes

I wanna fight as a gladiator in Ancient Rome
I wanna pleasure the innocence out of four willing wonderful women in a sacred sex ceremony of blood and flesh

I wanna capture the heart of a brilliant, decadent, wonderful artist and never give it back

I wanna finally find thinkers, believers, seekers
Those who are sick of living this mundane social identity of every day waking to put on the same cultural costume just so the others won't look at us differently

I wanna finally realize the honor, the power, and the perfect opportunity I have of being locked away in this damaged, beautifully flawed skin prison

(Sound of pages turning)

Hi, listen um, why don't you just have a seat
And um.. no really, just sit down, stay calm
What I have to tell you, is quite upsetting
For you

See, last night I took your girl
Or maybe it was your wife

Into my mouth
Like she was a communion wafer all figured out by a smiling beguiling poet to an honest sinner

Her body is bread
Cleansed my sin in a sweet, greasy feast that will never, ever cease, to amaze her

I ate her for hours
Listening to her cries for help
Swallowed, tasted, enjoyed, digested, and then shat back on the blankets in the coma sleep

Did she tell you? Did she speak of this? Her terror for once enjoying herself? Did she describe the beautiful steam?

The scratching the tension of pulling, the sucking

Did she tell you I buried my fingers in her deep enough to cause pregnancy?

Did she explain the rhythm? The pulse, the gathering climax?

Did she pretend not to care, but you could see it in her eyes
Did she giggle a little about being cannibalised?

Did she tell you that? Did she? No?
Huh, well she smelled like fresh melon and ocean air

I can tell you that

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