Duct Taped to a Flag Pole Lyrics

Worrrrrdsss...

Our world, depleted sphere of waste
What will pull the tides?
If we harvest the astral delight?
Built on a layer of faeces and sand

[Meticulous:]
Calculatingly concise, an articulate rupture

[Gelatinous:]
Formlessly convulsing without a structure.

[Martyr:]
Incongruous waste of unusual words

[Murmurs:]
Abominable lexicon of verbal indigestion

[Failing]
[Vital]
[Signs]

Extrapolation and devastation
Perfectly humo-centric tastes
Condemnation of our world

Desolate and bleak
One last fetid breath
[The songs of conspiring]
Excluded
A phase
[Elusive lying beings]
Aeolist portentous craze

Signs
Signs of the times
And resistance
Needlessly
Paid for our feed
Without infinite rotation;
Impending solar stagnation.

[Take]
[It]
[Off]

Where is the life we have lost in the living?
Where is the beauty we have consumed in the past?
Where is the need in living in what we know?
Where is the meaning in only chasing cars?

Philistines

Into
The void
Cast out, thrown away

Cracking
Shipping
Instrument of catastrophe

Carbon based anatomies
Interstellar based economies

The lack of profoundness in comprehension
The suspension digested in us all
Life we have lost in living

Grrr
We have to break this down
Split it down the middle
If it won't stop now, pump it good
Blegh!