Lyrics
Looking at mutation like a new sense
It’s gonna blast through an age as a blank page
Need a new script like the dripping of blood
Sense 7/8/9 to include on a timeline
Biblical shit; don’t wast your time
Dig your own grave
And you might just find a goldmine
There’s some blood on the scanner
We can shake it off anonymously
And make the city, you insisted on a maze
That’s the plan for today
Evidence Dump
Course of events displayed on your phone
You wish you’d never filmed that story alone
Black lines through the script
But the ending remains
I’m not convinced by the truth maintained
A sense mutation, growing like a rash
On your paranoid process, quick as a flash
There’s some blood on the scanner
We can shake it off anonymously
And make the city, you insisted on a maze
That’s the plan for today
And we’re intact through the act of subtraction
Though the buildings we all worship in collapse
Like an evidence dump
And you might just find a goldmine
Trust being earned by a blackmail craze
Are the words of a prayer just a sales pitch phrase?
Now there’s blood on the script of an empty vessel
And it blurs out the ending
Leaving the rest an unanswered question
Leaving the rest just an evidence dump
A corpse at the foot of a corporate slump
Rotting in time with the rate you change
Rhetoric vandalized by danger