I want your heat. The sun's rays illuminate, paint you otherworldly. Smile for me. You know I've worked hard today building gold pyramids. Your pretty face. When in Rome do as the Romans do. When in Rome preserved. Hold still.
Track Name: Culture and Concrete
Drag your feet. What's the point to living when far from the center, when far from the buzz of culture and concrete? Promise I'll stay fat. Promise me comfort, progress, truth in culture and concrete. Where you go I'll follow follow. Roll out the carpet. Pave the freeway. Soothe me. It'll be alright. Your image projects to confirm you still exist.
Track Name: Oh Me
Oh me, the chorus agrees. Oh me, a worker bee. Oh me, I guard your door. Oh me, then I eat the floor. You shake the salt, practice dark math. I stir your hive and slurp the sweet honey. Oh me, oh me, oh me, oh me. Then I punch in. Then I punch out. I be building a fractured hive.
Track Name: Frontier
Package the sky that we worship. Sell it back. Our toes pointing east when we're buried. Line my pockets with a sunset. Fight the good war, yellow tree trunks. Fight the good war, balance checkbooks. Fight the good war till we're blue-faced. "May I drink water from the source of life, may I not be shut within the limits of my body, may I advance toward the sacred boat of life, and may I not be repulsed by my own boat."
Track Name: Raise the Dead
Small ants build a pyramid for us under moonlit skies. Tuck the neon treasure in deep dish tombs. Lie down with pharaoh. Connect the dots, elusive stars. Try on Orion. Stand beneath your billboard truth, raise the dead.