LUDDITE CLONE LYRICS

1. Bottom King

Somehow I knew it would come to this an emperor without clothes your still
clinging to a stitch are you calling yourself caesar yet? caught green
handed in the middle of
the mess a crippled body guard a shield that's made of silk can this be the
coming of the end
oh yes I see that rome is burning an empire left to rubble and a smile in
the crowd

2. Circle Template

We are an experiment programmable shells lab at breeders hold the water
bottle humans push the pellets three miles with the turning signal on we are
looking for our
tails riding on the track of the circle template running on the wheel with
heaven on the
horizon we are all programmable shells we are an experiment such an
intricate maze
comprised of a simple mind begging for the needle to inoculate the virus and
eliminate the
doldrums will you kiss the scientist or eliminate the spectacle

3. Oratory Of A Jigsaw

When the teeth can hold back the gears when the stitches are all that hold
the scars together and the
lakes dry up like deserts is that when I will have my way when there is
nothing left to savour
I am sure that's how we'll be petty to the last drop broken to the last
breath damned till I fold
into quarters

4. Arthropod

Isn't this enough to feed your lust does the blood not
satisfy your tongue it used to kill the cravings it used to soothe the beast
I used to chant the
suicide mantra and it was all that I could hear and you waited for the endge
so you could be
the vulture so you could feast away but now you grow impatient and the hymn
is not enough
you're begging for the symphony and calling for the maestro to strike up the
band and cut my
feeble throat isn't this enough isn't this your ride playing with the
handgun painting with my
blood and constructing ugly portraits to make me burn the brushes

5. The Contortonist

Pulled apart I'm the wish bone but if I scream I'll do it with my mouth shut
tear at the eyes of the
scarecrow to see his stitched eyes wince his won't mine will you think I'm
going to bleed for you
you'd be surprised you'd be surprised I guess I wanted this I got my wish I
guess I asked for this
I guess I got my wish

6. The Arsonist And The Architect

Assembled in a mass grouped inside
pigeon holes constructed by a sketch a factory of evasion the worms crawl to
the wine like salt
to a slug they wither to their knees devoured by the architect his
blueprints spell constriction
he merely drew the increments your father built the vice I abdicate the
architect I don't believe
you drew the plans a carpenter without nails a son without a father your
children fall on ashes
cling to a blistered dreams broken by the blueprint whatever you create I'll
be sure to burn







LUDDITE CLONE LYRICS