taken from 'the defenestration of prague' ep (spring 2017, probably).

lyrics:
send a diplomat to mars ask them if we still have a date?
are we still in their good books with our hands on strings and our tongues tied to the teleprompt
a decentralized nervous system doing most of the work
all those girls in bikinis celebrating nagasaki were maybe a step too far
but at least i'm still here with the copyright on every single mistake
the tiger stalks its prey for many miles remains completely unseen
is a whisper on the wind the slightest trace of things obscene
all the circuits in his head are aligned to score an easy kill easy kill
the tiger never lies he wouldn't look you in the eye offer to tear out your eyes and ears and replace them with a book he just happens to have on sale
special offer for the gentleman now get down on your knees and crawl into my mouth of your own free will
now that the dust has settled now that we're older or at least that's what i'm told
if i reach out with my lizard fingers
we could sit in total darkness eyed glued to the screen
watching screwball comedies
lost optimism and borrowed nostalgia for three generations past
all these girls in bikinis running triathlons round the ciy make me feel so fucking fat and gone
but at least this boltzmann brain is no longer alone
the tiger stalks its prey (etc.)
picking at the bones of grace
with your coat of arms which needs a coat of paint
picking at the bones of grace
with these third-rate technocrats in their stupid fucking hats
picking at the bones of grace

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