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Thoughtcrime

This world
Snares, misapprehension

A world erected for their pleasure
Execute the program Nasty Weather
In the field, these techniques seem to work better
Stare at the clock
Don't give it a thought
Feeling lighter than a feather

The world is everything other
The world is everything else
What we do to each other
What we do to ourselves

A light that flickers and winces
A door that buzzes and clicks
An outdated operating system
And your whole sector's sick
We find in talking with the enemy
They know they're going to die
They kill to survive the indignity
Which is to say, hey
We all kill for the money
Stare into the pupil of the all seeing eye
When you're looking at your cell phone
When you look up at the sky

The world is everything other
The world is everything else
What we do to each other
We do to ourselves

We cultivate paranoia
So as to muddy the waters a bit
Get outplayed at your own game in your own arcade
Might as well pack up your shit and call it a day
Go back to Foggy Bottom
Stare into the light of the retinal scan
What you whisper in your sleep
The world's most powerful man
Is terrified of what you're thinking
I am terrified of what I am thinking
The way I look at you is a thoughtcrime
A painting of Abraham Lincoln
I am terrified
Of what I am thinking

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Matthew H. Welch Baltimore, Maryland

Songmaker, Singer, Guitar Player, Producer for SIGINT. Formerly of the Aviary and Pedge. Poetic Rock and Roll From A Future.

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