Text: Kode9 & The Spaceape. Curious.

step into the rhythm of a head on collision
corrosion leaves scars 'pon the inside
hands are tied, eyes open wide
difficulties that come with time

colored by beauty, the soil, the sea
never once did you think this could happen to me
always trying to master the slave
now I look to save the slave in me

in memories the pressures are lifted
come again from barn in another farm
restricted by restrain
marked clearly by an absence,

we are in desperate times, we pay a price
then gasp and scream as they twist the knives
this is not a presence unseen
it's a future past from machete to machine

open up to the physical
the cracks was there in need of repair
but you left them to fend for themselves
watch chaos ensue as if you never knew

maybe just maybe we should tell you
maybe just maybe we can feel you
maybe just maybe save you
maybe just maybe kill you

colored by things did you soil the sea
never once did you think this could happen to me
always trying to master the slave
now I look to save the slave in me

future plans simply ripped from our means
we can't compete, less with death and disease,
with the stroke of a pen from beneath we descend
into a neverending bottomless shift

there's a world
there's a world of a word
there's a word of some words
there's a word of some worlds

blood and boil on the flesh
mechanisms on strees
coming like the steel on a wheel
while the numbers make sense
dividing visible power with the speed of desire
subtract the presence of guilt from the riches of pleasure
now you're opened up to the physical
the cracks was there, in need of repair
but you left them to fend for themselves
watch chaos ensue, as if you never knew

maybe just maybe we should tell you
maybe just maybe we can feel you
maybe just maybe we can save you
maybe just maybe we will kill you

colored by beauty, the soil, the sea
never once did you think this could happen to me
always trying to master the slave
now I look to save the slave in me