Futurecaste

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Hodgepodge from the press. Baking up bullshit as our bread. Feeding us tasteless decadence. Failed to feud with the feds. I gobbled freedom up. The war machine's shiny best. Sparkling, sent to make a mess.

You're making out we're barely making ends. We're spitting back your medicine.

Looney toon presidents all fucking power mad. How long can they steep in revenge? Living with tendrils in the chest. Masses doomed to slow death. Awe struck and occupied. Staring till this shit hits it's end. Give it up. Human beings depend.

You're making out we're barely making ends. We're spitting back your medicine.

...And we bow...and we break...and we're filed away. So the sound that we make it's the only thing to keep us awake. Right now.

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from Command, track released September 1, 2011

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