///*****/// [Intro - thunderous room drums, heavy bass motif, analog synth pad, acoustic fingerpicking, distant siren sample] [Verse - tenor, close-miced low energy cadence, cataract tone] i awoke as a jackal. in a tuxedo... he bought from the sea... ink leaked from my teeth... whenever i tried to speak... so i glued a paper map of tokyo. to the bottom of my knee... each street a vein. that no longer belonged to me... outside the skyline blinked. like a dying cursor... in a desolate city. where all relapses are rehearsed... in reverse... you axed me for a hand. so i handed you my arms... 'til every sentence that's bleedin'... just comin' out. all wrong... [Chant - dry group vocal unison, ensemble, heavy bass drive, thunderous drum groove, acoustic fingerpicking arpeggios] you'll wait for confession. as if grammar were faith... well i pawned the meaning. while you lost your place... each word was a question. pretending to pray... 'til syntax bit off its nose. to spite its face... i'm a liar. it's the most sincere deceit... i plant false suns. in the concrete... no country. no canon. no regret... it's true that i'm a liar... but i haven't been started yet... [Section - glitchy found-sound sampling, reel static, heavy bass accents] they said go west. with promise of a there there... where i found only mannequins. brushin' their hair... the compass split up. west was arguing with east... the map folded inward. hungry for a new species... i've dragged three thousand manifestos. behind me on a lease... they always bark at the sirens. then fall asleep... history flickers through cracked reel-to-reels... where empires. strike back over. fire sale coupon deals... [Chant - full ensemble chant, drum fills and variations, driving bass, 1st wave analog synths] you'd wait for confession. as if grammar were grace... well i lost the meaning. while you pawned your faith... every word an answer. pretending to stay... 'til syntax chewed through all sense. of order and place... i'm a liar. it's of sincerest deceit... i plant false suns. in the asphalt street... no country. no canon. no regret... it's true that i'm a liar... and i haven't even started yet... [Break - clipped spoken staccato phrasing, building bass tension, heavy drum fills] i don't just lie. i terraform the doubt... i edit the weather. 'til it all evens out... my lies build cities. raise glass steeples... hire their own citizens. elect their own evils... i'll trade you that sharp line. for a broader allusion... the boundaries revised. for an expected confusion... don't give me that theory. i've consumed all that ink... 'cause i'm your reflection... who refuses to blink... i'm not your salvation. but its parody laughin'... world's greatest hits dancin'... out from the ashes... yet... [Verse - minimal bass, quiet tenor monologue, harp accents] you're a liar. it's the most sincere deceit... you'll plant false suns. wherever they have meaning... no country. no canon. no regret... well it's true we've all told stories... but we haven't never started yet... [Outro - harp, piano, analog synths, heavy room drums fading, siren sample] sirens. again... the stage forgets the crypt... i thought i'd escaped... but i'd only reconstructed... the script... manipulation bit me. before my first breath... but mutation's truth. made my ink to resist... we'd lied so beautifully. the lies learned to exist... and leave...
