LYRICS

 

Metaphysical Cops

For David Kato

From Lake Forest pulpits
To the Dark Continent
They’re speaking of culprits
Of will and intent

My love makes me holy
With this laying of hands
My desire turns slowly
To a prayer for this land

Your theology crumbles
For it’s God we appease
You know you can’t stumble
When you’re down on your knees

Your law and your justice
Are ordained in your mind
You don’t know what lust is
It’s a law more refined

They fear to go to sleep for they fear bad dreams

If you’re losing it here
Take the fight overseas
With a new ship to steer
And a new flock to feed

‘Human rights’: a tautology
It stinks like a corpse
It’s the stench of the colony
And it’s come back in force

There’s sin in their semen
This laying of hands
Casts out the demons
In a prayer for this land

Our sex makes us humble
My God, we’re eager to please
You know you can’t stumble
When you’re down on your knees

 

Deep State

The deep state, man, it ain’t even deep
You barely have to squint to see it
The deep state, man, it ain’t even deep
You hardly have to squint to see it

We’re both looking at the same damn thing
You see a kingmaker, I see a king
You see a board room, I see a chess board
They’ll protect the royal court
under threat of the sword

A missed encounter with the real
Them towers falling didn’t change the deal
They just pulled the fuckin’ curtain back
Now they act more brazen with a lot less tact

The power’s in contracts, it ain’t in Congress
CSPAN is theater, man, no more, no less
On everything important there’s broad consensus
From the hacks to the polls
to the bosses they can sense us

Getting restless, but man they couldn’t care less
We’re screaming in a vacuum: ‘transparency and fairness’ 
They tell us they’re with us, their condescension’s regal
No conspiracy their hegemony is legal

And that’s the fucking thing that keeps me up at night
Power builds a force field, hides in plain sight
The deep state, man, it ain’t even deep
And to these motherfuckers man your life is cheap

The deep state, man, it ain’t even deep
You barely have to squint to see it
The deep state, man, it ain’t even deep
You hardly have to squint to see it

From the motherfucking beltway to Silicon Valley
From Langley to Bluffdale, Wall Street to Raleigh
Data analytics, high frequency trades
Financialization, privatized highways

Sacrifice zones left to wither on the vine
While shareholder pockets just keep getting lined
A minor offense: disenfranchisement
While monumental theft
gets you a slap on the wrist

Internal colonies just swept to the side
While urban Babylon grows higher and higher

For generations the injustice piled on
Redlines, white mobs, black blood smiled upon
The GI bill, the new middle class
And swaths of black veterans left out on their ass

Coercion automated, the illusion of choice
Locked into systems in which we have no voice
Fodder for ad-men, grist for the mill
We’re all willing dupes at the mercy of shills

The deep state, man, it ain’t even deep
You barely have to squint to see it
The deep state, man, it ain’t even deep
You hardly have to squint to see it

 

YEARS OF LEAD (ARE BACK AGAIN)

A laugh at your sick joke
Is enough to get us both choked
Since when?

A strategy of tension
May be worth a mention
Again

Apocalyptic fury
Dispensed with the jury
Surprise!

But calculated hatred
Awoken like the undead
Will rise

They’re bound to say it’s different this time
It’s still men with guns and big ideas
One man’s hell is another’s paradise
And both are fates that we should fear

Wait til the smoke clears
It’s worse than your worst fears
Trust me

You know it’s gonna backfire
We’re due for a quagmire
You’ll see

All your points of reference
Won’t help you mount your defense
This time

They speak a different language
The language of anguish
Pantomimed

You really think we want the same thing? 
You underestimate the other side
You talk of freedom but don’t realize
How bad some people want to die

You really think you’ll find utopia
Somewhere outside your fevered mind
Your workers’ paradise or their jannah
Your bullets won’t bring them to life

 

Common Cause

You make common cause with kamikazes
To you everyone’s a fascist but the actual Nazis
Seduced by your enemy’s enemy
You reduced the world to simple binary

Look who’s marching next to you
They got blood on their hands, man, blood on their shoes
They might be on the right side today,
But blood is blood and not fade away

You make common cause with kamikazes
You call everyone a fascist but the actual Nazis
Seduced by your enemy’s enemy
You reduced the world to simple binary

They used your speech, man, they learned your moves
But they don’t want the same things you do
They’ll use you, man, in the name of love
But they’d have you dead push come to shove

You parsed the issues, picked your sides
Assaulted reaction, laid waste to bromides
Lured by a cheap solidarity
You examine, man, but you forgot to see

You make common cause with kamikazes
To you everyone’s a fascist but the actual Nazis
Seduced by your enemy’s enemy
You reduced the world to simple binary

 

Tired Blood

Life ain’t fair
But it should be.
‘You can’t touch
What you can’t see’:

So we’re told;
But ask the blind.
We’re all grasping
In the night.
Tired blood
Tired blood
Blood... blood

 

The Cat Looks at the King

A man stares down a tank
And the cat looks at the king
An officer breaks rank
And the cat looks at the king 

Motionless in Taksim Square
The cat looks at the king
While Europe burned, 
in the Cabaret Voltaire
The cat looked at the king 

Black and red in Catalonia
The cat looked at the king
For a moment in Makhnovia
The cat looked at the king 

Behind the makeshift barricades
The cat looks at the king
The corsairs and the renegades
Those cats looked at the king 

In Rojava, in the midst of hell
The cat looks at the king
Some cats they just won’t be compelled
The cat looks at the king 

Easter rebels reject the crown
The cat looks at the king
Sendic going underground
The Cat looked at the king 

On the riverbank at Stono
The cat looked at the king
Sick of pigs at Stonewall
The cat looked at the king