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Cyborgs on the Moon ft. Escrol and Whitney Delion

from High Priests of Low​-​Life by Flight Distance

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Crawled out the Cambrian seas
Came from the deep, made a b-line straight for the trees
Replaced the jungle with skyscrapers and streets
Jet stream to west, highway to the east

See the white orchid in bloom
The Pigs head on a stick and the flies swarm where it looms
See the youth getting high scorching a spoon
Make me wanna go and fashion the mic cord to a noose

Or wait for our light source to balloon
The world turn back to magma the firestorm can resume
Tonight I'm askin' the psych ward for a room
Having fevered dreams of death on a white horse in the gloom

Men of science warn that we're doomed
In due time we won't have no more lifeforms to consume
Cause we can put cyborgs on the moon
But still can't rinse the stink of the primordial ooze

Hooded falcons circle garbage that they see as rats
Artificial islands shaped like spiders wherein we relax
Couldn't fathom the hardships, only dream of cash
Self not exempt, no-one calls their own a fiendish laugh

Rodent smells another rotting that they think is trash
Unarmed kid shot by pig, pig fails to link the past
Prior generations did the same but we can shrink the gap
Your influence is illegitimate, I`m sick of your indignant badge

This refuse should have been recycled, that`s a fuckin` fact
Suffer from another`s lapse in judgement we can run the track
Paved over a habitat, with all the gravitas of grabbin` ass
And blame your friends, never made amends, it`s the way it went, I`m not mad at that

Mistaken cloud-gazer, that`s not a bird but floating drone
Controlled with sub-par technology to your mobile phone
No vacancy at the safe haven and when forced from your home
Look for Patience Flight Distance, poet Warlord of Boca Raton

Fire water out the Cuyahoga, mixed with that ayahuasca and psychotropics
Got that mind to open, that siren's song to the sky's Corona
Walking dead while the copperhead trying to bite the cobra
Y'all been bottle-fed while your idol's stanking of lime and sulfur

The correlations in Whitey Bugler and Iacocca
Water wippers chipping them pies of coca and Chysler motors
The ivory poacher land claimants and rightful owner
Fight promoters with rifles loaded thuggin' for white Jehovah

Ayatollah tryin' to build an altar
Preacher-man looking like Geechee Dan trying to fill their coffers
'Round the time the kid was a wiz at Contra
Olly moving arms like he's piston Honda in Nicaragua

They whip the soft into Rickenbackers
While Knickerbocker still will sell the story of prince and pauper to children watching Taking a pig to slaughter, they kill your father, you kill their father
They're calling that intifada but shit is karma


from High Priests of Low​-​Life, released November 15, 2014
Produced by Bender. Additional instrumentation by Hancock. Written and performed by Bender, Whitney Delion, Patience and Escrol.


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