Jun. 13th, 2006

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broken and battered
scarred and scattered
copies
flung across the stars
pitted and scarred
tattered and marred
broken and battered
scarred and scattered

electic bones on a jangling throne
hissing noise on a broken payphone
copies flung across the stars
skin and bones
rotors and gears
hesitations and fears
scarred and scattered
broken and battered
bored and marred
scattered and scarred
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meat puppet poppet
dancing to the tune
of a checkered past
you think you spend your time
analyzing, feeling and deciding
but all you really do
is explain away the decision you made
in the moment following action
that happened in a tiny fraction
when the ghosts of all your selves
made up your mind
in a moment of time
meat puppet poppet
dancing to the tune
of a checkered past
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lovely meat puppet
stringless dancing poppet
the detritus of your past
is running the show
what you think of as you
is only catching up
editing what just happened
to make you think you meant it
even though you did it
long before you thought it
lovely meat puppet
stringless dancing poppet
dancing to the tune
of the detritus of your past
free will is an illusion
made up by
a million shattered dreams
so that it seems
like you decided
but in all reality
there is no you and me
only
a lovely meat puppet
stringless dancing poppet
the detritus of the past
running the show
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free will is an illusion
spinning tangled webs of explanation
always after the fact
of some decision
ponder for many hours
wonder why you do things
but in the end
some deeper you decided
before you knew there was a decision
to be made
seconds sliced in tiny scrambles
your hand is moving while your conscious
catches up and wonders why
and to preserve this lovely veil
all kinds of explanation bubble up
but in the end, you were moving
and then deciding, even though your edits
are following fact to make you think
you thought it all up on your own
when really
it's just the lovely veil
and you
a meat puppet with no strings
for a subconscious filled with the detritus
of your entire past
running the show
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words have brutal power
before them we should cower
they can cut like a knife
cause infinite strife
just reading these
puts you on your knees
prostrate before me
bowed and trusting
what bitter twisted evil memes
could reside all in your dreams
be glad this day i only play
watch who you let inside your mind
hope that they are pleasant and kind
choose wisely what you'll hear
and always fear, always fear
before them you should cower
in case they're words of brutal power

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