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joel martin from toledo - octavia lyrics

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with the dawn coyotes now, don quixotes howl
they’re taking theirs back
deluded, backtracking toward bliss, bold anachronisms
on a holy-war-path

so tear everything down
burn the shacks to the ground, scatter the ash
the sun will be coming up soon
flaming marigold bloom, we’ve got to move fast

baby they’re coming for us and they’re not our friends
incredulous, dressed in sapient skins
and it’s hazy hurtling through the dust, back to where it began
we’re trapped in the rust of an age at its end

and if i don’t make it out, let it be because i couldn’t save us both
i’ll gladly return to the clay
if the teeth inside this mouth come down on us faster than we thought they’d close
we’ll die as poison in their veins
and if they cut us down like old growth forest where we stand, it’s how we’ll go
our roots will strengthen what remains

wrap your cold bones in these flags, most use they’ve ever had
count the constellations
the rhythms of constantine’s hums and technocratic doldrums
sync like parts in a hymn

if you’re listening, lu xun, it’s no illusion
it’s the song that you wept
organs with keys made of teeth moan proudly our creeds
the tables are set

baby they’re gunning for us, they’ve got bags for our heads
caesar’s being revived on an icu bed
octavia, don’t weep for your son, weep what’s been ushered in
sewn in the st-tch as an empire begins

pantheons and pentagons and crushing bones, ground into oxygen
burning crosses on our breath
we breathe it in, indulge the sin, drink bl–dy gin, and then we lick our lips
beating the collective chest
it’s falling, it’s falling, it’s falling, nothing here can be kept

he’s trying to make it but slow go the minutes
he oscitates and the sleep rushes in him
eyes are heavy, he feels his veins tingle
his body jerks and he’s back in the sinkhole
almost got out of the swastika freak-show

back at progress farm, the scientists haggle
the garden withers while the children play scrabble
is there a word that describes what we’re building toward?
oh sh-t! the atom split on the triple word score
growing meaninglessness in a petri dish spore

“i’m sorry now if this comes across cr-ss,”
said the ant to the man with the magnifying gl-ss
“all the power to be, is within myself
i should be able to make it without your help
but i’m so d-mn tired, and i know that’s my fault
all the same, praise the lord that i’m living at all!”

behind the wheel of a fibergl-ss pequod
on the freeway in a jam looking for his white god
smothered him in a flag, hid the cries with a chainsaw
every war from the top is decreed by the same god

baby they’re coming for us and they’re not our friends

the lion with ropes freshly cut, gives thanks to the mouse
then says, “get the f-ck out of my house”

baby they won’t let us leave, we’ve been here all night
gaping, trapped at the scene of a cult suicide
let’s break free and run for the hills, be mountain ascetics
and we’ll watch the paint peel from the age as it ends
we’ll watch the flames spill over played violins
we’ll watch the landfill of an empire descend

- joel martin from toledo lyrics

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