Inimical

Larceny and chicanery. Back into his briefcase.
There was nothing I could say. He was right.
Life is a bit different here, isn't it, Jim?

You have just drunk a thirty-day poison.
These emergencies shouldn't be taking place.
The occasional groan. Distant motors whirring.

First, he said, lifting a finger. An antidote.
Eyes back into his briefcase. Landing was easy.
There was nothing I could say.

Let us know what is going down. Can we meet them?
Let us know what is going down. Can we meet them?

We arrived in the evening and were attacked just as soon.
"Go back to the pit from which you escaped."
Landing was easy.

Therapy is a drug.

Therapy is selfish. It's a way to lighten the heart.
It's a way to clear the mind. Behind closed doors.
Out of the light.

Therapy is lazy. It takes away your tension
your regret, your guilt. It creates nothing.
It consumes.

Therapy kills art. Therapy kills art. Therapy kills art. Therapy kills art.

Therapy is theft. It steals your experiences
and your emotions from your fellow man.
Thief!

Therapy kills art. Therapy kills art. Therapy kills art. Therapy kills art.

Therapy is an illusion. It doesn't fix you.
It just makes you feel better. It's a drug.
It's a drug. I don't need drugs. I just need this sound:

Ad Astra

It seems every week I'm letting go more
Not looking around, not paying attention
I keep looking up, keep thinking of my place
and every week I'm letting go more

I'm going to leave in a little while
Spend some time some other place
Cruelty's its own reward
I'm not going to pay attention.

But somewhere in the deep field
Looking up and out, just maybe,
Some strange being is thinking,
"Is there someone more cruel than us?"

Per Aspera

It seems every week we get another reminder
that the upper middle class has its own moral center
It's not fair to tar them all with that brush, I guess
But every week we get another reminder

It seems every week another face and name
flashes across the headlines and the screens
Another innovator in cruelty gets our attention.
And every week it's another face and name.

I'm going to leave in a little while
Spend some time some other place.
Cruelty's its own reward.
It doesn't need my attention.

It seems every week there's another wave
moving across the face of the planet
mutilation, degradation, isn't it disgusting
But every week there's another wave

I'm going to leave in a little while
Spend some time some other place
Cruelty's its own reward
I'm not going to pay attention.