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LUDDITE CLONE LYRICS
"The Arsonist And The Architect" (2000 EP)
1. Bottom King
2. Circle Template
3. Oratory Of The Jigsaw
4. Arthropod
5. The Contortionist
6. The Arsonist And The Architect
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 The 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 Contortionist
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
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