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Fangs
03:22
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Baby rattlesnake
Deadly adorable
Orphan left to face
A world so poor and cruel
Cautiously you slink
Across the desert plains
With just your instinct
And venom in your veins
And if anyone asks your name
You just flash them fangs
Little rattlesnake
You got a lot to learn
These days, what’s real and what’s fake
Ain’t easy to discern
Pause before you strike
To patiently assay
Measuring the bite
According to the prey
And always wait ‘til they’re within range
‘Fore you flash them fangs
Child, you may be slight
But your bite
Is as lethal as anything
And the eagle circling overhead
Who’d just as soon see you dead
One day he’s gonna feel your sting
And I know you feel alone
And afraid
Nestled there in the shade
Just know it’s gonna be OK
Baby rattlesnake
Coiled up behind a stone
Someday you will shake
A rattle of your own
But don’t be misled
By those who rattle on
Taking for granted
The grounds they battle on
Besides, a rattle won’t make a change
No, a rattle won’t make a change
You gotta use them fangs
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D.R.O.T.
04:02
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Harness up the tumbrel
Prepare the guillotine
Rouse the rabble and alert the media machine
We got another transgressor
Who thought it fit to breach
Our sacred law on some faulty notion of “free speech”
It’s the digital reign of terror
So don’t lose your head
‘Cause you might lose it all over some foolhardy shit you said
Had us a revolution
But it got ugly quick
Posts embellished with the heads of the impolitic
Who unwittingly lit the wick
Now we got fear of expression
In this fascist state
One loose phrase, man that’s all it takes to seal your fate
No thought to intent or context
All details are compressed
To a flat distortion easy for the masses to digest
All humanity dispossessed
Here in the digital…
All it takes is a careless thought
A crumb idly thrown to the birds
Then off comes the head of another icon
Who didn’t realize the weight of their words
But who exactly set the scales?
And who’s calculated the expense
Of branding any edgy joke or controversial remark
As a capital offense?
And if you think it’s justified
For your ideology to cohere
Tell me what is an ideology worth
That’s only held intact by fear?
We don’t want your righteous fascism
We don’t need no thought police
Progressiveness imposed by coercion
Isn’t progressive in the least
We don’t want your bad faith politics
Smearing shades of sharp contrast
Your revolution is just another tyranny
A haunting echo of the past
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Justice
04:42
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I don’t give a damn about an afterlife
Fade to black, that’s just fine with me
What concerns me is those murderous thieves
Getting off so easily
Whether there’s a God above
That I really cannot say
But there’s got to be some way, somehow
These evil dealings to repay
‘Cause there ain’t no justice in this life
That much one can plainly see
But give us justice in the next
Lord, won’t you hear our plea
Well there ain’t much use in hoping high
Better off to lower your sights
But oh to see those that hold us down
Tumble from their lofty heights
‘Cause they build their castles to the sky
With bricks made by our hands
Our backs endure the growing weight
Of their feudal demands
They snatch the babe from its mother’s breast
And finish off what’s left
They stash their hoards while simple needs
We common are bereft
‘Cause there ain’t no justice in this life
That much one can plainly see
But give us justice in the next
Lord, won’t you hear our plea
When I’m in that eternal rest
No more shall I worry then
But tonight I lie awake in bed
Beset by thoughts of those evil men
For every penny that they stole
For every future they cut short
Lord, reward them with a lash
And make their suffering your sport
‘Cause there ain’t no justice in this life
That much one can plainly see
But give us justice in the next
Lord, won’t you hear our plea
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Rusted Over
04:36
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A philosophy without humility
Is usually just a utility
A means of profit or self-preservation
Masquerading as inspiration
You take a peaceful instrument
And wield it like a deadly weapon
Your shoes are shined and polished but your
Sole’s caked with the bullshit you’ve been steppin’ in
You say your mind is open but
There’s guards posted outside every entrance
Seems those who act most confident
Are those with the heaviest defenses
I’d like to salvage your frame
But it’s rusted over
Nothing fit to reclaim
Ain’t it a damn shame
A conviction without comprehension
Is commonly just a convention
A framework occupied for generations
Badly in need of renovations
The lengths gone to fortify
A house whose foundation is eroding
No doubt, you’ll still be hunkered down
Inside when the charges start exploding
I’d like to salvage your frame
But it’s rusted over
Nothing fit to reclaim
Ain’t it a damn shame
Rags, once robes of royalty
Misguided brand loyalty
Likeminded communities
Franchise opportunities
Blue-pilled, programmed progeny
Relentless homogeny
Big wheels keep on turning
One day they’ll be burning
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Unicorn
03:58
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Truth bends like a light refracted
Passing through the walls of a prism
Revealing an iridescent spectrum
Harmony perceived as a schism
The world you see in monochrome
I see as kaleidoscopic
Is it the size of the lens or the filter
That makes your vision so myopic?
Hey! Won’t you let it be?
Off to find your unicorn of uniformity
Hey! Seems to me
Most every paradigm is just a parody
Truth shifts like tiles on a puzzle cube
Moving o’er a plane poly-sided
A lifetime spent deciphering
To get those swatches neatly divided
This urge toward concrete certainty
Assured in your finite comprehension
Can you not see it’s a fallacy
That sows not sense but dissension?
Hey! Won’t you let it be?
Off to find your unicorn of uniformity
Hey! Seems to me
Most every paradigm is just a parody
Truth hangs like mist on the water
So serene a cacophony of grays
I once cried out for clarity
But I’ve since grown accustomed to the haze
Your dread of ambiguity
Never wondering if the stakes had been contrived
Not life, not death, just you and me
And neither of us gonna make it out alive…
Hey! Won’t you let it be?
Off to find your unicorn of uniformity
Hey! Seems to me
Most every paradigm is just a parody
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Partial Cell is a non-genre-specific sonic entity from Sonoma County, CA. Welding an unlikely amalgam of acoustic guitar and synthesizer, we're working out a sound that can't be pinned down.
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