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Mustachtrophy

by Con the Villain

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For once in our lives, perhaps we should listen. Observe, the night glares- so orange, so ripe. The arrogant asphalt plots to conspire and betray It has the appetite of an abyss roadway. Anxious tar ant farms are consumed by commute. This is a prison cell hamster wheel. Run away, run away! From the life of a human, symbiotic. The wires and the gears synchronize maintaining time. All the tire marks on the streets Appear to be the scars of the machines, yes the scars of the machines, And as we sit in our seats, we think, “Do you really wanna die?” Run away, run away! From the life of a human, symbiotic. The wires and the gears synchronize maintaining time. Sit back relax, the clockwork splinters again. Tic Toc, it’s ticking again as our paths lay intertwined. Approach the light now. Approach the light now. Approach the light now. Rinse and repeat, wake up, revive a life. Rinse and repeat, wake up, revive a life. Rinse and repeat, wake up, revive a life. Run away, run away! From the life of a human, symbiotic. The wires and the gears synchronize maintaining time. Synchronize, synchronize. Scars on the road. Scars on the road. Scars on the road. Why do we lay black carpets on the faces of our mothers, And the graves of our brothers?
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The obvious rumor- this triptych mirror, sparks fly Judgment to the plaintiff, the hammer smacks the wood block CRACK-CRACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK Drips of sweat cold, pans and dims a camera “Cuz I’m spitting fire baby!” From my early morning kerosene caffeine. Sparks a flare- fire rise. Here I am, watching you crack. I wish I was a super-villain. So I can receive the graces of a 1000 wooed, for all the seldom good deeds. Here I go, I’m at it again, with this quill rewriting sin. The answers are so clear and never quit. So many evils to know what to do with. The obvious victim- this bitter sinner asks why. Judgment to the weakened, back and forth the hand rocks. CRACK-CRACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK Drips of sweat cold, pans and dims a camera “Cuz I’m spitting fire baby!” From my early morning kerosene caffeine. Sparks a flare- fire rise. Here I am, watching you crack. I wish I was a super-villain. So I can receive the graces of a 1000 wooed, for all the seldom good deeds. Here I go, I’m at it again, with this quill rewriting sin. The answers are so clear and never quit. So many evils to know what to do with. This mythical monster found its purpose and its cause, Helpless acceptance to nothing- to nothing at all. Fate is a funny guy and yes the joke’s on you. Who will have the last laugh- the last laugh. Here I am, watching you crack. I wish I was…
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Iron trees shed to the floor, It’s all around us, approaching the end of the line. Disregard the signs, know we’re wrong this time. Existence, an issue, Rest assured you will feel the same. Hyperventilate for an escape, Was this part of the plan? As the stories show And the relics know This was part of the plan. Horizon line comes tumbling down, And it’s all mine. Sky greets the ground with gunfire now, And it’s all mine. As the kings fade in their thrones, Only to remind us, It’s just a matter of time. Blindly lead the blind. Cowards choke on the wine. Sip, sip, drink. Sip, sip, sleep. Horizon line comes tumbling down, And it’s all mine. Sky greets the ground with gunfire now, And it’s all mine. We are not the animals. We won’t do what we are told. No, we are not invincible. No, we won’t do what we are told. Horizon line comes tumbling down, And it’s all mine. Sky greets the ground with gunfire now, And it’s all gone.
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Hello mankind, can you tell me what you see? No regard for time of day, post-traumatic masquerades. Don't dare look down. What a miserable man I've become. Bathing on sidewalks just because. Not quite your first rate human contact, I prefer the ground. My claim to fame, embracing shame. I'm sleeping right here. I'm the Miserable Man. Not quite your first rate human class act, I prefer the ground. My claim to fame, embracing shame. I'm sleeping right here. I'm the Miserable Man. The city's hangover stains my breath. There are blood thirsty sharks up on the surface. I, the shipwreck, housing with the satisfied bottom feeders, Gnawing away the toes of the spoiled herd. Oh, have you heard? What a miserable man I've become. The grimy, filthy truth doesn't run. Not quite your first rate human contact, I prefer the ground. My claim to fame, embracing shame. I'm sleeping right here. I'm the Miserable Man. Not quite your first rate human class act, I prefer the ground. My claim to fame, embracing shame. I'm sleeping right here. I'm the Miserable Man. Let me tell a story, of a man who knew a world Cocooned in the grim clippings, advertise the demise for the children. This is why I am. Oh, a rude man that I am, let me reintroduce myself. I am the shock, and the awe, isn't it hard to look away? Sir, I can tell the bare truth, but you might not like what you hear. This will be the very end, before I slap that pig smile off your face. My debt pays for all of your G-string donations, And I’d like to let you know this is not what defines yourself as a man. You are more desperate than me, and I will ring out all the names. I will shun everyone. What are you working for? My debt pays for all of your G-string donations. I knew this all along.

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released September 3, 2011

recorded + engineered by Scott Kearney | produced + mixed by Scott Byrne | mastered by Island Music Lab | manufactured by Play-It Productions | www.conthevillain.com | www.islandmusiclab.com | ©2011 Con the Villain. All Rights Reserved.

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Does your face remain barren/hairless for weeks on end, without the needed attention of a razor? Then you are part of the epidemic, "Mustachtrophy". 1 out of 6 people lack the ability to grow a full, manly upper lip mane, starving them of reaching their "man-ness". Scientists have been stowed in a lab developing a solution to this widespread attack of the absent nose neighbor. The cure - CTV. ... more

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