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Cynical Plan

from Amber Probe EP by Namor The Sub-Musician

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They Live wasn’t a movie it was a documentary sent her by cybernetic aliens from another dimension to telepathically pass along information and inform me of the events of the future yet to come prepare my mind for the carnage and the fun pacifists pack powder and stand parallel to the verbal barrel of guns I’m dressed like a satanic nun on the run out on the town looking to earn some funds I’m certainly among the best at what I do but I do I couldn’t that or I’d have to kill you tell you it isn’t very pretty the ability to turn myself into a Nosferatu join the ranks of the dead the legions of voices in my head that live under your bed existing only for the battlefield and blood shed like a drone I’ve flown straight into the twin towers watch as the flame showers and devours everything that I’ve ever known and loved I can see that heaven’s smiling down from up above send another flood we need to start again wash away all of this sin senseless wars and hatred amongst men I’m deeply conflicted peacefully angry but illicit always explicit don’t miss it blows delivered to the face like the Pulp Fiction case or just in case you need to face your own fears I’ll be hear standing near in your ear mashing deep like a fed gone postal seeing red this is when people end up, nah let’s shed this negativity I don’t think you’re hearing me even though your inevitably feeling me tapping into the innumerable veins of this cosmic reality completely incapable of fallacy these are the intuitions on which this great democracy is built blood sweat and silt atop it sit the one percent consumerist fossil fuel thrones made from human bones stacked as high as the eagle’s flown as large as inflations grown past sins for which we must atone with souls made of stone and steal how does it feel either way you’ve got to heed the message and hear exactly what I say this is no time to play to bow down or obey everything’s not okay I’m down to dose the mainstream and make them see what I’ve come to dream in my waking hours the horrors of modern day holocausts, bomb explosions in mosques see beyond fuel costs to rioting the deeply rooted reasons that people of different creeds and colors are fighting the wrongs that most need righting read the writing on the wall stand tall before we fall forever in the echo I can hear Odin in Valhalla call from the great mead hall like a morning star after the fall wings, tail, halo and all powers of the nephilim standing somewhere in between Elohim and Anastasia modern day euthanasia synaesthesia for the synthetic cyborgs and half humans eating foods like fluids from containers and cartons cartoons of OCP patients labelled and packaged as PCP patents containers of noxious fluids midnight entertainment when I let music like anthrax loose in the neighborhood an ability to cut past the point to the nerve which has a tendency to perturb even disturb when relived I could never forgive my own self what makes you think you’re any better heavy welter weight who can’t wait to verbally ejaculate fire consume the pillars of the evil empire incinerate and devour the umpire freedom is the only aspect I desire and to which I aspire a cause for which I shall eventually inevitably be a martyr worker smarter not harder grow bolder as you grow older learn from each step and learn the ability to inspect every aspect of your own reality and existence there’s no need to face things so passively we’re massively outnumbered and outclassed but we can fight back with our words and our will our urge to fill the world with better things and all that enlightenment brings in full swing beautiful spring reborn anew and refreshed a world free from the hateful intellect of those who refuse to understand accept or respect anyone who looks or acts differently rock the ballot box if you’re feeling me digging this positive creativity massively overrated effort let’s see if we can get this progressive pope to bless it this is the lesson you can test it but never best it believe but never deceive tension, stress and pain begin to relieve and recede as this procession proceeds with the proceeds donated back to the common man with your flag in hand waving on top of the band stand doing a backwards handstand for reasons that the others will never understand act as if your life was planned before you were born strangely sacrilegious while you’re like who’s this Sagittarius acting scary and standing next to us on the bus back to the hotel from hell oh well I’m walking with gasoline shorts on here as well so I guess everything’s swell might as well at least it’s a good story to tell

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from Amber Probe EP, released July 22, 2015

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Namor Carbondale, Illinois

Deep in the bowels of an unholy love for synthesizers, soundtracks, soundscapes and Tetsuo The Iron Man there was born a freak. They say I am an alien mutant metahuman.I say I am simlpy Namor, the Sub-Musician.

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