Rising from a petri dish, the hum of second sight Graft of stem-cell Eucharist has brought us here tonight Spying through the stockyard fence, we peer behind the veil Show us fifteen "experts", we'll show them sixty nails When we were young and innocent, our evil was sublime Spent Easter Sunday noosing newborn ducks with butcher's twine We prodded flesh, with sharpened sticks, of stray and pet alike We played among the carcasses, ate dead things back to life As we renounce the food chain and the ground from which we came, you ask me to describe you, I can't pronounce your name I could call you Engineer, Host, or Guest, or Counsel, but you are not like anything, anything but me We watch two sheep across the field charge head on and collide and in unyielding, perfect force devour each other alive with bone exposed and tendon and socket-pulsing eyes and protein all unfolding before my Clone and I Newton, Kepler, eat your hearts, there is no law down here But show me the incision and all will be revealed My Twin, you whisper words no living ear could comprehend The farm has caught on fire, you are my only friend They could call you Arsonist, Wolf, or Mole, or Swallow, but you are not like anything, anything but me Sunset, I notice my tears, they turn cold in the dark for skeletal machinery that keeps our ghost apart Wading shallow water, I stand before you plain like Carnival Prize Goldfish in Plastic Bag ordained I ask you to describe me now, you can't pronounce my name TWO CYBORGS BY THE STREAM We stop to take a drink

You left home young Swore they'd never catch you Traded your compassion for a respectable sense of duty You mastered the black hole of desire When the light slips through your grasp, you choose instead to reach for nothing And when your dreams defy your will, you take some more Modafinil And when you inspect the blade you chose, you are objective, you are composed You proved your shame living with the cattle Each night, you asked of every lamb: "My shepherd, do you still resent me?" Their silent mystery consumed you Strangled you by the dark magnets of their vacuum eyes Now in derangement, you ask once more I cannot answer, but ever faithful, you continue On and on, till you can surrender all the burden to Friday's holy anesthetic the only time you hold the mirror Fantasize cold retribution to finally ease that desperation to be more than someone who things happen to But it's just a silly, selfish thought A recurring dream you've already forgot When you greet me, I can't ignore this haunted feeling we've met before Now at your heel, but still alone I follow you along the road Don't think because I'm quiet, I'm naive You don't have to defend yourself to me I like your grief, I like your knife, I like your temper I won't intervene Don't plead to me I'm only the stenographer

[Part 1: Full Fights MMA] I am hound of devotion and hound to go on with this I am hound of an impulse pursuing a consequence This is my statement, you are my witness This is my alibi, here's the perscription Dearest friend, we meet once more "Hey, haven't we met before?" ER trips, IV drips, offerings of shoelaces, offerings of blood in our own private waiting rooms Doctors like priests in their booths of confession I punish all of them by saying nothing At night, I dream I'm sent down a hall to a courtroom deserted I face an empty bench, a nervous laugh, then I pause and to the wall, I testify, my voice so weak I could hardly believe it was me there When I call out, I am met by a silent gaze Vacant motels on dark roads off the interstate I scan the barren landscape for security cameras, stare longing at CCTVs The only living beast is great and fearsome Substation For a moment, as it sleeps, I close my eyes and I'm perfect as the prophet and the Sight and solid as the curtain of reason between them If you have nothing else to do, I'd love to spend the day with you If all your plans have fallen through, I'd love to spend the day with you We'll sit together, searching: "deadly snakes" and "full fights mma" and "knockout compilation boxing all time greatest counter punches" O prayer that hangs my every dream O Friend, Contender, Judge, and Witness I only mean... I like your knife, I like your temper Don't pity me Or I could stay home every night "I'm sorry, but I must decline, I don't go out in the rain" [Part 2: Contender] In telepathy of moment, I can't distinguish my own will so you make your point to see if, by the twisted and humiliating sickness of civility, by rope of common decency, if I will pardon you until politeness brings the death of me You grab me by the neck, allowing me to demonstrate whether I'm a sleeping wolf or just a pacifist deranged When contender meet contender, and the rest is left unsaid, every ruminating doubt will be exposed When contender want contender, and they want each other dead, every offense will be countered I look out to the scene around us with my back to you What I mean to say is, "Spare me," what I say is, "Pretty view" Will drags like an anchor heaving psychotropic visions and I'm back where I began with everything I've held too long corroding in my hands [Part 3: Will Come Racing] And if by chance we meet once more, "Hey, haven't we met before?" I'll say (polite but unyielding) Still, you can be sure, I will be there I will come racing there to meet you if you call I will be there I will come racing there to meet you if you call I look for you Every day, I'm searching point and line and plane In every crowd, I spot you leaving from behind but you never show your face I think of you Oh, it's subliminal, sublime, the hope alone is still divine I will be there I will come racing there to meet you if you call I will be there I will come racing there to meet you if you call

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You measure storm of neural fire in region where you fixed the wires and find there the source of disturbance: The neoplasm that your rules, your fine and antiseptic tools, could not extract If I seem to resent my fate, remind me that I hung the blade that gleams in the white light above you You arrange your scalpels on the tray in order, praying for an accident to decimate it all You wanted You wanted with shotgun precision You wanted with shotgun precision You wanted, you wanted, you wanted, you wanted, you wanted, you wanted

When I rose, my devotion was finally consummate All my wounds cauterized by the light Now I stand, wanting nothing I always wanted nothing Like a debutante paraded for the press, the coked-out senators, the bent and plastered gentry, I have waited Please touch me not, so I might stay the ghost you take me for, but say the word, my keeper, I am ready