Album Cover Servitude and Social Bonds

Servitude and Social Bonds

Ish the Stomach

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Vagabond put down your ho and rake

Tramp lost his hand because he stole from pharaohs plate

His mate is now a concubine, don′t dare to call it rapeA harem pet she'd lost her mind, then finds it in the hate

For what she was, in luster′s love, at comfort in this place

Power in the caliphate perhaps she judged with haste

Dear vagabond, a lover spurned why try to broach the gate

The god-king got an army and his dice will roll your fate

The role the hobo had, cast aside for beast of burden

Replaced by ox or bull; machines with algorithmic learning

Sweat blood oil toil wheels must keep turning

The stacks of fuel were always fit for earning or for burning

It takes a long time to turn a ship that's grown so massive

Titan hulking lumber dumb, suture limb and muscle placid

Cause the plastic is a drug as sure as opium and crack is

Caffeinated Adderall television acid

A pattern's bound to break given scales across time

Slither on Ouroboros for we will catch your mind

Tie you to caduceus twist fabric of your rhyme

Spine, there is a truth in us, genetic fishing line

We will play your scales and harmonize with seas

Cuddle with the subtle wish of Venus climbing trees

Ink we found tattooed to the shavings of her limbs

Marks the blanket round the space where our story first begins

Tales told of heroes witches monsters beasts and kin

Libraries been encrypted, light houses all our sin

Dim and hollowed moans echoes bones of Mary′s ghost

A story be the law ringing glass aloft for toasts

The speeches were not welcome, snake oil in our ears

We prefer to suckle on emotions language disappears

Intuition guides the penning of our universal law

The ink is in the file heading, coded in the scrawl

Pinned atop your wall, scrolls beyond the wheels reach

Stigmatize the social eyes scanning for a breach

The blackened mirror that you hold a pendulum at best

Keeping time, lock step march determining the rests

The staff is now enchanted as is front of house and guests

Service to the wordless burdens shackling her breath

She must avert her gaze when her vagabond is near

He′s a fire fly, door ajar, he won't disappear

Conditioned trained to know his place within the glass and cork

She tipped him over urged him on, his story at a fork

But both of them have grown so fond of their respective chains

Servitude and social bonds, compare selective shame

How we supposed to communicate when towers bound to babble

Sell your cells roommate space near dwellers lost at travel

I don′t think you'd catch me hear are accents distorted words

Attitudes speaks loudest here bodies language blurs

Laps in judgment memories encircled prison yard

This skull becomes a drug of mine solitary playing cards

The past is filled with facts and the futures are absurd

Artifacts with little tact contracting pacts with little birds

So they sing

Because the words have lost all meaning

And they drink

Think it′s the bubbles they were reading?

And they laugh

That was nice it's worth repeating

And they dance

Until their shoe soles started bleeding