This Metal Sky

This Metal Sky - Sister MacHine Gun

You sit collapsed as an empty mind

Last sparks dissolved until your last breath

And the droning sound of tallow

Replaces pulse with ink

It is lonely here

Living in the hazy moment

Between the alarm and the awakening

Where the dream precipitates

Madness as it's encore

You are only half there

The other half erased

And brushed from the paper

By the same hand that

Fingers your id like a fresh scab

Until you bleed a river of ridiculous

I see now it's not division but subtraction

You peddle your pieces

To a man called compromise

For a place in the greater scheme

Until the only thing left standing

Is the place where you once stood

You have just reduced yourself from static

To dead dead dead

Air air

Tonight

Or it could be the other way

Take the wire to the other side

Of this metal sky

And you will see

These stars are just projections

This is not real

Which means their thunder is merely a threat

Do you want to know the truth

They need you

They are mechanical maniacal derived

You couldn't drown in their gene pool if you tried

But they're all made up in brilliant disguise

Selling the very thing they most want

But cannot possess

You

And magic is the key to their success

A simple sleight of hand steals your autonomy

Leaving you believing you are in control

Tell me do you trust your judgement

Hmmha

My friend your id's been tripped

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