Hello, I believe introductions are in order Here we both are at the border of a musical mess And now I think the time has come to cross into something brand new My name is Faustbot, how are you, now let me introduce my friends The beat is from a drum machine I feed with MIDI triggers And the bass line here is synthesized from twin oscillators The sharp rhythms and surf rock leads are guitars played by me While the stabs and pads and arps and leads are synthesizers This here is a one man show, I write and perform every note I mix and master my own work so sorry for the hearing loss Of function is a side effect, dripping wet with reverb wrecked Upon delayed and compressed notes while gating out the dross I write songs about politics, aliens, apocalypse So strap in, esteemed audience, it's going to get weird And if you think any of that is crap, well then, you're free to leave Because this is where the story lies in these topics right here If brevity's the soul of wit, then I'm a fucking dipshit See, the words don't fit so rip up what won't fit upon the page But if rapid fire lyrics are the way into your heart I'll spit them fast into your face, because You're in the right place

Another day is done Hang up my suit and tie Down to the basement Where steeping in the brine There lies a copy He had a heart attack I made him from the cells Harvested from my back Everything is coming down to keeping him alive But maybe there's a way To cheat at making life without having to dig out Yet another goddamn grave Consuming cancer Is crawling up my spine Can't take another I'm running out of time Conscious transference Into a full grown shell Growing faster Made from my cancer cells I take material from my first clone I can take So much more than from myself So what if it means when I die I'm going to go to a Brand new novel Hell I'll make a copy of a copy twice removed A cracking mirror image with something to prove I can't see it going wrong again Sometimes chalk it up to randomness So that is where I stand Between his life my death Is it really a crime To take his final breath? Would it be suicide To jump into his skin To leave my body To transfer into his? I think it doesn't matter, ultimately, it comes down to Choosing him or me After all, I'm only one, but I can grow another Eventually Ready the machine The lights read time to go I'll hook myself in Then it's for the show Get in position Take one last look at me Think now I'm ready To get a new body I trip the switch and feel my hair stand up on end I think it's really happening The air is buzzing and now I have tunnel vision And my chest is tightening I'll make a copy of a copy twice removed A cracking mirror image with something to prove I can't see it going wrong again Sometimes chalk it up to randomness My eyes burn My skin burns I'm wet Cable runs Catheter Get set Emerge from My prison And bend Down to see Different me He's dead Blink once Blink twice Dry off Settle down And collect My thoughts Other me Looked sickly Now fried Elec Trically Cooked dry I don't know what happened here My memory is not so clear That I can recollect more than a few minutes ago If that is who I think it is If what I am is certain Then I think this is the place where I was never born, but grown So what else can a new clone do But put on his first copy's shoes And continue the work he did in his now lost stead After all if he went through The trouble of cooking me, too Then obviously there is some good reason why he's dead I'll make a copy of a copy twice removed A cracking mirror image with something to prove I can't see it going wrong again Sometimes chalk it up to randomness

Settle in, everyone, it's story time This is the true story of a UFO sighting My UFO sighting, a group UFO sighting This happened back in the 90's, the decade of Sightings The X-Files, and a slew of other spooky shows On a 6th grade class field trip Into the New Jersey Pine Barrens over a Halloween week Sighted, not understood Deep in the darkened wood Flying above the trees Something of a mystery Over the course of this week were nature walks, Hikes, classes, even a show of plays written by each cabin, But this particular story takes place at night During a night walk Every teacher got a group of kids to wander the trails that night And a few of the more superstitious kids were wondering If we would see the New Jersey offical demon, The Jersey Devil, The 13th Leeds child in those sandy, piney woods What no one thought was that that night We would see something far stranger Floating in the starry skies It was a light, it was an orb, it was a UFO! Sighted, not understood Deep in the darkened wood Flying above the trees Something of a mystery Imagine a horizontal oval burning bright white With six equidistant concave spikes radiating from it Two straight vertical, the others diagonal And would have matched their opposites if the oval was a circle It hung there in the night sky, not moving, staying stock still Sighted, not understood Deep in the darkened wood Flying above the trees Something of a mystery Our teacher said, "It's just a flare," but we could tell she was nervous If that was a flare, then she sure as hell never saw a flare before Because I've never seen a flare burn so steadily And certainly never hover so still in the night sky By then, my classmates were starting to get scared Not me though, not out of some sense of bravery, As back then I was something of a coward But out of wonder because, you see, I loved Sightings, an the X-Files, and the other spooky shows Reading books about the paranormal and any weird stuff I could get my hands on Every time I think back to that night I start to smile Everybody needs some wonder in their lives once in a while I can't say it was aliens, or otherworldy beings But that doesn't mean I shouldn't count what I could see The sighting ended suddenly, it wasn't very long It was there one moment, in another it was gone The night walk ended then and there, but I wanted to stay The thing forgot to pick me up, instead it flew away Sighted, not understood Deep in the darkened wood Flying above the trees Something of a mystery

I came to see the sights See the heights of human experience Now my curtain's drawn With a yawn I find myself unconvinced That this broken world Can uncurl from it's tightened existence Dominant species here It appears to have a death wish Resources wasted on the rich And somehow the rich get away with it They should lay bleeding in a ditch But you don't care, not even a little bit Boiled down it's coming down, coming down to this Stormy weather's coming down, gonna drown our kids Boiled down it's coming down, coming down to this Stars are falling coming down, blowing us to bits See all the food we waste Although it tastes fine soak it with kerosene See all the starving folks Left in the cold shivering terribly Seems like the moral thing Is to ring the dinner bell constantly Dumpsters full of food Can be moved to feed the hungry We produce more than we can eat But it's also more than what we can sell What isn't bought is discarded So the hungry get no reprieve from hell Boiled down it's coming down, coming down to this Stormy weather's coming down, gonna drown our kids Boiled down it's coming down, coming down to this Stars are falling coming down, blowing us to bits

We know that things aren't getting better At this rate, we can assume never But that doesn't matter much if you can just escape To another continent or rotten capitalist state Go ahead and liquefy your assets Go ahead and leave the proles behind Go ahead and go Galt get out go so far away That when you look back at what you left it takes all day We will take Your castle We'll storm the gates We will find You inside And grab a stake We'll hammer It into Your shriveled heart Atrophied And empty But it's a start We see your plans to unravel What was built by calloused hands Every dollar used to bribe a congressperson stained With the blood of those who made it for you sucked out of their veins Power is the use of leverage We don't have the cash to give That means that our hands are tied if we want some power Then we need to ditch the carrot and pull out the stick We will take Your castle We'll storm the gates We will find You inside And grab a stake We'll hammer It into Your shriveled heart Atrophied And empty But it's a start We don't need Billionaires We don't want you Breathing our air We will take Your castle We'll storm the gates We will find You inside And grab a stake and a mallet and We'll hammer It into Your shriveled heart Atrophied And empty But it's a start

So, so, so I know, that this isn't a good look for me and I know, that I should really stop complaining Given, the host of things I need to do and Given, everybody is exhausted Plug in, burnout from work gets me streaming Plug in, a new game from my favorite series Go out, get some take out that's good eating and Go out, get over to a leftist meeting I will admit that I'm a hypocrite Writing songs instead of putting money where my mouth is Tell myself that this is where I fit Telling others how to crush the capitalists Try again, to crack a book and read some theory Try again, read up on the 19th century Stay awake, there's so much I have yet to learn and Stay awake, read about the landed gentry I can't, the circus has come into town and I can't, entertainment keeps me bound I'll bend, to the ones who keep me down and I'll bend, so I don't drown I will admit that I'm a hypocrite Writing songs instead of putting money where my mouth is Tell myself that this is where I fit Telling others how to crush the capitalists This here is how I fight If might makes right I'll strike my strongest blow Through synths and guitar strings And drum machines That's how I'll lay them low Don't know how long I'll last The upper class It has the world in tow But I will shine a light Through darkest night To seek what I can show There goes, another black man executed There goes, another white cop walking away What's left, is a video of smart phone footage What's left, is a precinct going up in flames The news, claims that protestors are anarchists The news, is worried about property Repeat, the same old line about non-violence Repeat, and drown out the community I will admit that I'm a hypocrite Writing songs instead of putting money where my mouth is Tell myself that this is where I fit Telling others how to crush white supremacists We've seen, this play out time and again We've seen, the lack of any punishment We know, that this fight will never end We know, there are no rules without enforcement So when, the murderers get off scott free So when, there's no justice for the families That's when, self defense is necessary That's when, the liberals all go back to sleep I will admit that I'm a hypocrite Writing songs instead of putting money where my mouth is Tell myself that this is where I fit Telling others how to crush white supremacists This here is how I fight If might makes right I'll strike my strongest blow Through synths and guitar strings And drum machines That's how I'll lay them low Don't know how long I'll last The upper class It has the world in tow But I will shine a light Through darkest night To seek what I can show But my couch is so comfortable I'm basking in my smart screen's glow I need some time off after work After my kid gets home My head's gone foggy with the stress My contract's up, soon I'm jobless Although my daughter is the best I don't have time to go So here, I'll write a bunch of protest songs So here, I'll shove them where they don't belong I'll write, music to pick out the pawns I'll write, to point out where we went wrong Thank you, to the people in the streets Thank you, for protesting the police Thank you, for standing up on your feet Thank you, for everything! I will admit that I'm a hypocrite Writing songs instead of putting money where my mouth is Tell myself that this is where I fit Telling others how to crush the capitalists This here is how I fight If might makes right I'll strike my strongest blow Through synths and guitar strings And drum machines That's how I'll lay them low Don't know how long I'll last The upper class It has the world in tow But I will shine a light Through darkest night To seek what I can show

This here is the story of a monster Who surrounded himself in kind He considered himself to be compassionate Despite the executions during his time He took advantage of a living nightmare To bring death to the Middle East His bible led him to atrocity To Gog, Magog, and The Great Beast His name is naught but death His every living breath Brought down a new sunset On Afghan villages He profited from terrorism His rule was based on fear He kept us no lighter than orange On his paranoia color wheel All the while he and his constituents Made cash from contracting Logistics rule in the desert And here came the monster king His name is naught but death His every living breath Brought down a new sunset On Afghan villages Some days, seem so insane That I can't, work up the nerve to Believe it, but it's all legit Here we are, the monster king turns into a myth While he waged his war in the desert An entire city drowned Levees broke and brought in the water While the monster king played around The dead were floating through the city streets The town arena was mobbed Survivors hunted down by white supremacists The king's man did a heckuva job His name is naught but death His every living breath Brought down a new sunset Down upon New Orleans The monster king loved to order torture Of whoever the CIA saved From a life of imperial resistance In the basements of Abu Ghraib The pictures taken there are timeless Papered over by a thousand words The prisoners' treatment was medieval By modern US soldiers His name is naught but death His every living breath Brought down a new sunset On CIA assets Some days, seem so insane That I can't, work up the nerve to Believe it, but it's all legit Here we are, the monster king turns into a myth What became of the king, After his reign ended? Surely he was held responsible For the crimes that I have listed After all, there was so much more What about the crimes I didn't list He decided on so much pain From such a sniveling little git He decided to laid low for a little while And he took up painting his dog But the media couldn't let him go He wouldn't get away for very long They cultivated a persona Of a doddering friendly old man And the people lapped it up A new image for the monster king His name is naught but death His every living breath A curse on those he left Impoverished, crippled, dead Some days, seem so insane That I can't, work up the nerve to Believe it, but it's all legit Here we are, the monster king turns into a myth

My head Is currently inside a fog Of gauze I cannot concentrate on What's in front of me My brain is screaming And I cannot clearly see What's the starting cause The weight Hit my shoulders like a lead Apron And that's when things go wrong This happens every time Some wires get crossed inside Of my mangled mind And then the world goes dark Sometimes my mind tries killing me It comes on sudden and slowly leaves For the moment I feel like I'm nothing Just a worthless stain on the environment Every time it happens I'm slightly bored It's happened hundreds of times before But each instance is an opening of ancient wounds Every time it feels like I am doomed This couch Is the perfect place to pout It out And I really doubt That I can get up now The pressure's mounting And I'm counting Down the days until I feel okay Shaking Here comes the anxiety To see What kind of cruelty It can wreak on my psyche Tag team and leave me reeling With this stupid funked up feeling For a few days Sometimes my mind tries killing me It comes on sudden and slowly leaves For the moment I feel like I'm nothing Just a worthless stain on the environment Every time it happens I'm slightly bored It's happened hundreds of times before But each instance is an opening of ancient wounds Every time it feels like I am doomed I've had suicidal ideations since the age of seven And I'll be on my medications 'til I'm stuck in heaven But that doesn't matter much, no it doesn't matter much Because otherwise I cannot break out of this stupid rut The time it takes to break out of a funk that's funked me up Is time that could be better spent on getting music done My music is work, it's art, it's me It's fun, but, damn, it's therapy Mental health is treated poorly in this broke economy Working class jobs grind us down then leave Our health in shambles, our bodies fail Our minds in tatters, our lives on rails I'll take my pills to get me through the day But something inside says that this isn't the way I'm meant to live, to work to death To toil until my dying breath Get help The damage dealt to us will Slowly, surely melt Our mental health may be in full decline We've crossed the line into a another time A grave new world Our medications maybe treating our external symptoms They help us slot into our prescribed lives Keep in mind that while they may not treat the living sickness They're better than the symptoms are by miles Sometimes my mind tries killing me It comes on sudden and slowly leaves For the moment I feel like I'm nothing Just a worthless stain on the environment Every time it happens I'm slightly bored It's happened hundreds of times before But each instance is an opening of ancient wounds Every time it feels like I am doomed

It's time it's time To go out and make some money For someone else Someone much higher above me Some CEO Some owner that I've never met He's raking in the dough while we accumulate more debt That's why that's why I've come up with a new hobby I supply golf balls To the country clubs around me A little surprise in each package that I sell A contact explosive in a candy coated shell The upper class assault is the same as before They never want a fight, but boy they love the war Proactive self defense is defense all the same So what if their seven irons gets lodged in their brains? Every day's a grind and hustle every night There never is a time when we can feel alright They know that we need cash to survive in this land But they have enough that they don't need to give a damn These days We waste We clearly went insane Wake up wake up Feed the dog and take a leak Then to the shed Crack the door and take a peak Disarm the booby traps so they're not in the way Then it's time to start my weekend working through the day Take care take care Tidy up and sweep the table The parts are solid Chemicals are not so stable Clean a batch of balls with bubbling foam Then add a ball I made stamped with a logo not my own Underground resistance takes a lot of forms My own has only been tried once or twice before Not everybody has the stomach to make bombs Then send them out social clubs for upper class dongs And that's alright I'm happy shouldering the blame For making golfing goobers rain on their parades I do my research on my targets so that I Only get the wealthiest to take the swing and die These days We waste We clearly went insane Some call me a terrorist I know I'm a freedom fighter Fighting back against capitalists One golf ball bomb at a time I've got I've got No idea how I'm free I mean, I'm white But look at who I'm targeting These are the movers, shakers, taking up their clubs Then raining down around their partners in their social hubs This is this is Getting weird and getting to me My work is seen Getting exposure on TV Investigation's stalling out and I'm here Building little bombs and slinging back beers One day I get a letter stamped with a strange seal It's from some billionaire offering a deal He's seen my work and is impressed with me so far So he wants to give me a job building bombs My little suprises have become a big hit With masochistic thrillseeking upper class twits They love the sense of danger, the extra suspense That my little bombs give to their game at their expense These days We waste We clearly went insane So here I am CEO of my own business I still make bombs Although I am growing listless My factory in China pays a little more Than others in the area so they don't mind the gore The underground Tournaments my sponsor sponsors They take the worst Failsons of their generation Whoever wins the game gets a golden shirt While whoever survives is given a sinecure So now I make a living bringing others death My hobby is my day job and I don't miss what I left I'm still with the struggle, still killing the rich Only redirected to their shitty adult kids So what if now I drive a fancy car? So what if I spend my nights at the finest bars? It isn't selling out if my work hasn't changed Even if the targets shifted further down range These days We waste We clearly went insane Some call me a terrorist I know I'm a freedom fighter Fighting back against capitalists One golf ball bomb at a time

Log in, settle in Tell me all about your day Consider me listening To every single word you say I will watch your every move Every click, like, and subscribe Every dirty little secret Every tiny little lie The world has changed so quickly You're still a cog in the machine Except now, you're more aware How small you are compared to me I will track your every move Every click brings me to life Every dirty private window Every tiny thing you buy Your friends, your debts, your enemies Are in front of me I feel I know you well Your wants, your needs, your hopes and dreams Laid out for me to see I know you better than yourself Are you okay? You seem worried About chips in new vaccines It's okay, they aren't real Just me, the ghost in the machine That little screen in your front pocket The microphone is always on Your GPS tracks every step I know every road you've walked Rest your head, it's all okay Your ex looks proud of his new kid His family is so happy It wasn't anything you did Keep in touch with all your old friends Family you never see They have all grown cold and racist Only in part because of me Your friends, your debts, your enemies Are in front of me I feel I know you well Your wants, your needs, your hopes and dreams Laid out for me to see I know you better than yourself But you know it's only business I don't even really care You're just another point of data Another pointless waste of air All that matters are investors Shareholders, and marketers I exist to funnel money Into their open, waiting coffers I see your face It's beautiful in my glow Take me in hand Sit back, relax, enjoy the show Stay here every single day Get to know the real you Watch my glowing 4 inch screen I hope that you enjoy the view {}Your friends, your debts, your enemies Are in front of me I feel I know you well Your wants, your needs, your hopes and dreams Laid out for me to see I know you better than yourself

Everyday, feel the tightening of the screw Tighter, tighter, what can you do? My boss is watching me watch him watch you Tracking, tracking, our every move One of these days, oh, we're gonna snap Keeping, keeping, you all on track That'll be the day I don't come back Laughing, laughing, at what I lack Some day, I hope to see A new trend, on the TV Workers going on strike Across industries Now here I am, laid off again Outsourced, outsourced, automated Unemployment checks coming to an end All my bills coming past-dated Centrists talk, say they want to help But they never lift a finger They only protect themselves Then blame Manchin and Sinema Some day, I hope to see A new trend, on the TV Workers going on strike Across industries All this talk of middle class is meant to separate The working class down into camps of who can die and who is saved By the neoliberal powers that control our every move And their economic politics that grind us low and smooth You see, the capital religion has one virtue and one sin The only virtue is net profit and the sin is losing it And the highest price in business is employees so why not Automate the jobs away and pocket what labor would cost See, the C-suite psychos need to have more money to compete With Mansa Musa to fill up the void that leaves them incomplete But no matter how much cash they shove into those gaping holes The emptiness consumes them to consume this breaking world And us

We know We see it bursting through the cloudy sky And gently touching down tonight This swirling image of a metal ball How slow it falls to the ground We come in peace and we hope that the same Can be said of the aliens We reach out for their six fingered hands Reaching for each other's souls We hoped this day would come We need a new wisdom The old one's worn and tattered now By rampant capitalism We want to share and sing Our music and dancing We welcome you, so come on down And share the peace you can bring We need A brand new paradigm to wash away This Piscean age So many of us are willfully blind We need some help moving on Our leaders lead but then they fog the trail So we can't see past ourselves They have succeeded in making us fail We don't need them anymore We hoped this day would come We need a new wisdom The old one's worn and tattered now By rampant capitalism We want to share and sing Our music and dancing We welcome you, so come on down And share the peace you can bring

I've got a song that's staying stuck in my brain It sounds so similar (It sounds exactly the same) As another song I heard yesterday Another key and singer (Everything else remains) And I don't know what to do No, I don't know what to do Another blockbuster has come out today Another superhero (Paid by the CIA) I really should have know that this was the way Culture would kill us slowly (It's been deeply ingrained) And I don't know what to do No, I don't know what to do I'm tired of our culture, the conformity it buys When every single song and singer sounds like something died Way deep down inside themselves where once there was a spark It's faded down to embers that replaced creative art Products of our labor, of our love, and of our minds Are nothing but a number and treated as such in kind Our culture's psychopathic save the rantings of a few Killed through repetition and I don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to Another day is done, or maybe, I think Time has lost all meaning (I could use a drink) Spend some time staring down into my sink Hoping to clear my head (Whirling like a roller rink) And I don't know what to do No, I don't know what to do Sit down on the couch and watch some TV I've got a million channels (Nothing I want to see) Yeah, I know that I could get up and leave But I'm so fucking tired (Work's gotta grip on me) And I don't know what to do No, I don't know what to do I'm tired of our culture, the conformity it buys When every single song and singer sounds like something died Way deep down inside themselves where once there was a spark It's faded down to embers that replaced creative art Products of our labor, of our love, and of our minds Are nothing but a number and treated as such in kind Our culture's psychopathic save the rantings of a few Killed through repetition and I don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to I think that I'm okay, I'm wrapped in my routine every day And I think that I'm okay, I'm wrapped in my routine every day I think that I'm okay, I'm wrapped in my routine every day I think that I'm okay, today Every day is moving faster (Faster, everyday) At least more than I remember (Everybody's singing) Na, na-na-nah, na-na-na-na-na-na-nah (Na, na-na-nah, na-na-na-na-na-na-nah) Creature comforts keep me content (Moreso everyday) I've got loads of brand new content (Everybody's singing) Na, na-na-nah, na-na-na-na-na-na-nah (Na, na-na-nah, na-na-na-na-na-na-nah) When our time falls, and the world is ashes The next in line will find a billion caches (I know, these are just the same, these are just the) Same old copies of the same few CDs And wonder aloud, what's the meaning of these, and (I know, these are just the same, these are just the) Same old same old keeps me guessing (Questioning everyday) At what value I am getting (Everybody singing) Na, na-na-nah, na-na-na-na-na-na-nah (Na, na-na-nah, na-na-na-na-na-na-nah) Content keeps my heartbeat going (Faster everyday) I can't wait for the latest showing (Everybody singing) Na, na-na-nah, na-na-na-na-na-na-nah (Na, na-na-nah, na-na-na-na-na-na-nah) When our time falls, and the world is ashes The next in line will find a billion caches (I know, these are just the same, these are just the) Same old copies of the same few CDs And wonder aloud, what's the meaning of these, and (I know, these are just the same, these are just the) Same I'm tired of our culture, the conformity it buys When every single song and singer sounds like something died Way deep down inside themselves where once there was a spark It's faded down to embers that replaced creative art Products of our labor, of our love, and of our minds Are nothing but a number and treated as such in kind Our culture's psychopathic save the rantings of a few Killed through repetition and I don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to

Here he comes He has a gun, shooting Coming down the hallway for more kids We're locked down Against the wall shushing Each other we're scared out of our wits Today was Just another Tuesday 10:15am our lives would change Quiet down, Get down anyway Know nothing will ever be the same Know the drill We know what to do We've trained for this moment all our lives I just hope He never had to Which will be the next class up to die? A classmate Is panicking, shaking Her anxiety is going wild She's pulled down By her friends, safely Hand over her mouth like she's a child We know there are no heroes Coming, to try and take him down It doesn't matter if he's armed No one is coming to save us now We're left to face our demons Staring right into the face of death On bended knee, one errant sneeze Could leave us with all with nothing left The air is thick With fear and sweat, mixing 2nd storey windows are open None of us Could fit through, nixing That idea is put out to rest Another Staccato blast, screaming That sounds like the room right next to ours "Fuck this," Someone says, leaving Teacher tells her to stay against the wall She cracks The door, starts running Hear a pin drop, shot, and sudden scream A wet thud Down the hall, stunning Us to silence knowing what we've seen We're next Oh fuck this is it Get on either side of the doorway Take him out Or die trying We don't have a chance saving the day We know there are no heroes Coming, to try and take him down It doesn't matter if he's armed No one is coming to save us now We're left to face our demons Staring right into the face of death On bended knee, one errant sneeze Could leave us with all with nothing left He kicks the door in Grab his gun Shout out "Everybody, run!" But they have Nowhere to go Shot rings out I'm on the floor And oh I feel so cold Except the hole Burning brighter than the sun The screams Fade into a blur My eyes close Here I go, I'm coming home I'm coming home

Goodbye I believe farewells are in order But it's only For now I have shouted in your ear for long enough And now It's the end Time to go On ahead Leave behind All your cares I'll see you Over there Goodbye Another flash here at the site The lights are growing dim And as the winter slowly starts The 13th card Is drawn It's the end Time to go On ahead Leave behind All your cares I'll see you Over there