||Perpetual Despair Is the Human Condition
||I don't believe in any way that despair is our natural condition, but I do believe that sustaining joy requires the contemplation of despair.|
||"The Deep Longing for Annihilation"
||The Deep Longing for Annihilation
||The trick, of course, is to maintain a lovingly, yearningly contemplative distance from the event horizon of giving up,|
||or a giddy orbit|
||"Light Before the Dark"
||through starry glittering galaxies that haven't quite been inevitably obliterated yet.|
||"Call Of Destiny"
||The trick is to regard unearned encroaching adversity as if you have journeyed leagues for the chance to see it in person,|
||House Of Lords
||as if the most ignominious collapse is a bet you just won and survived.|
||"Dead Raising Towers"
||Those shrieks? No, no, they are not of pain. We just wanted to see what that would sound like.|
||Intense. And yet, I bet we could dance to it. After we defeat these zombies, I mean.|
||Mind Over Mirrors
||When the zombies finally attack, it has a natural way of focusing things. It's the lulls before the attack that are the most unnerving.|
||"It Must Have Been Love"
||There is no room for self-pity during the righteous survival fight, so we have to get that out of the way ahead of time.|
||"Open / Close"
||We quietly sketch notional trellises on the sides of the blades of swords while we wait.|
||Anna Of The North
||We visit colder cities in winter.|
||What if it never got any better than this?|
||"Just a Cloud"
||Considering this question empathetically is an inexorable method for unasking it.|
||Project yourself into the past, and realize that at every teetering moment before horrible grief exploded we could have asked this.|
||And then again afterwards.|
||"Kids (Ain't All Right)"
||This will pass, no matter what we do, which is not an excuse to avoid resistance, it is why we fight.|
||"Never My Love"
||We fight because we know what it will feel like when we win again.|
||"After the Party"
||And we want the rest of our lives after this pain to start as soon as possible.|
||Born Of Osiris
||Expressed pain is diminished.|
||But some days we may get impatient and help diminish it with hammers,|
||and with summoned demons we don't exactly control,|
||and with methodical subterfuge, because anything methodical is a counter to cynical chaos.|
||4 is a small number, and math is not daunted by anybody's ignorance.|
||Imaginary things pseudo-exist at the tenuous mercy of belief; true things serenely and solidly await.|
||Deconstruction of Mind
||The progress of human civilization is from superstition into science, from homeopathy into technology,|
||from peaceful faith into terrifying understanding, |
||Beyond The Black
||"Beyond The Mirror"
||Lost In Forever
||from helpless silence into redolent anthems.|
||"Better Versions Of Myself"
||You can take a stand against progress, just like you can take a jump against gravity.|
||"Separate (Autumn Creatures)"
||Go ahead, we'll watch.|
||"Familiar Things Disappear"
||We will write a story about how you can stay in the air,|
||"Master of the Universe"
||about how you will buy an invisible pedestal to hold you up above us,|
||upon which you and only you can stand.|
||"Strange or Be Forgotten"
||Like, maybe has sensors on it, and they scan upwards and detect your ass,|
||"The Banks Of Eden"
||Together Till The End
||and they recognize it as your ass by its unique sagging moral floppiness,|
||ONE OK ROCK
||and if it's anybody else's earnest ass, the whole thing shuts down. Only you and your ass can save us.|
||"Anthems of Revenge"
||Only your ass can feed these wolves.|
||Hyvä sää +1
||Only your fine speeches can reassure us that we don't need to care about anything we can't immediately understand.|
||What? There's a little man under that wispy curtain? No, no, WE ARE MAKING IT GREAT AGAIN. Put that hair back.|
||But here's the thing: you can only get away with telling your own story, a few words at a time, for a little while.|
||Eventually, the story will insist on supplying a moral for your moral vaccuum.|
||And you will be the former villain with the shittiest costume we've ever seen.|
||"Like It Or Not (feat. Breeze)"
||A misfit suit and an idiot cap. No matter how much you pay for it, nobody is going to want that statue in their square.|
||"Masscult, Vulgarians, And Entitlement"
||Let the rats and the living flee your fetid tower.|
||"Down in Flames"
||Let the rooms in your shitty hotels go anonymously unclaimed at any price on last-minute horror-tourism sites.|
||"Fuck It Tho"
||Let your disgraced university be a notional anti-Wonder, the latest cautionary honoree on the UNESCO World Embarrassment list.|
||Evil is often insidious and elusive. But not always.|
||Licht und Schatten
||Sometimes it can't help but piss its name all over everything it can barely reach,|
||"Every Man For Himself … And God Against All"
||and we are left to dodge this tiny, limp, trickle-down stream,|
||Rockeando el Pavimento
||and apologize to our guests for the awful smell.|
||"Zum ersten Mal Nintendo"
||But here's the thing: I think you think those thin, rancid layers of gold are your grand legacy.|
||In this, and maybe only this, you are exactly correct.|
||Jeden Tag Silvester
||You win this much: you will not be forgotten.|
||"Before the Dawn"
||You wanted to be a part of history, and this much you will be granted.|
||"A Few More Pieces of Eight"
||You are now enshrined in allegory and fable.|
||You will be a new heat-death state for internet arguments.|
||You will be a new rejection standard for bobble-head likenesses.|
||You embody our worst nature,|
||and thus allow us to step out of it.|
||The crust we have accumulated by listening to you detaches from our human skin, and can be discarded like a furry plastic bag of warm poor-diet shit and puked-up taco bowls, revealing us unscathed and every bit as jubillantly foreign as you fear.|
||"Now & Then"
||After this is over, we may have to start some things again from the beginning,|
||"Serpientes de la Noche"
||Massif or Monument
||but you will be done.|
||Your concession speech will be left untranslated as a momument to the fragility of justice,|
||and while we dance with our children, you will be left to apologize to yours, because nobody else will care any more about what you say.|