Arockalypse and the Amazing Trans-Metropolitans

We ride a ghost ship.
It's not a pretty ship.
It's got metal lips
and metal hands,
welded together by a chemical fire.
I know you're sick and tired.
Wake up child.
You know it's going to hunt you down.
The city'sgoing to haunt you.

Aw, dammit.
I just want to glam it up.
A little quiver in my lip
and they put me on a drip.
Now I'm high.
The invisible life is laughing as I push through.

But that is not me. It's the ghost of you.

Now I'm laying on the sidewalk
and I'm spitting out the backwash.
Do you hate me now?
Do you believe I am a coward?
Did you think that I was buzzing in the background?

All this perfection... trapped energy in a bottle.
It is my alchemy -- my secret weakness.
Fuck transformation. My power is reinvention.
I'll be forever interesting. I'll be it like I mean it.

Baby, culture pokes your eyes
while baby phantom counts off slate.
Shallow and acrimony lives
on baby phantom power trips.

I feel the deadly little tug of your re-animated slum,
but your halogens are making me sick,
distracted and dispondent,
aggravated and neurotic.
I suppose I flunked your chemistry test.

Suck it up?
We can hardly draw a breath from your atmosphere.
It burns on our lips.
We're auto-erotic, asphyxiated and moronic
screaming out "Dear God, is this all there is?".

We can't handle this, so we tell our therapists.
Whip out our bitch-lists
and beg Miss Throw-Me-A-Break.
This is no baggage claim.
There's no security from being stuck in the mud
and whipped by the rain.

Why do you shun
all our mechanics and obsessions?
Would you have us with our maws in a clamp?
Or have us solemn and static?
Is my imago so dramatic
that you hand out medication for it?

There's outstanding pills
in little candy shells.
We feel swell, don't we?
This is great!
We've been to Canto VI of this Necropolis.
We've seen your crypt-lit mud-stick -- phallic and fake.

We're not brigata spendereccia from Circle Three.
We aren't your ghosts. We are the real enemy.
We're going out. There's a party.
We're going to have some fun in Circle One.
You can always find me there.

This is our end-all.
Come blow us a kiss, doll.
We're clearing out of Necropolis.
So go scatter all your atoms
and keep faking those orgasms all you want.
You won't find us anywhere near.

All the heathen snakes
you've beaten up in this place
with your fat-lip slap-stick hits to the face.
Some outstanding bliss,
a halelujia kiss --
that's all we want,
but your junk, baby, gets in our way.

You want to mind share?
You want to know me?
Suck on the pipe.
We're controlling your pornography.
I heard a joke; you were daring and free.
We think it's funny
when you're choking on your legacy.
But we love your ingenuity.
We love your guns and money.
And now we're all through stripping you clean.
Was your ever-lovin' everything at all about me?

We're adoration -- your biggest fans.
We'll pump you up
with some distortion and contagents.
We'll bring your million strong to their knees.
Just ask God.
She'll tell you how it's going to be.

Hello -- invite us in.
We are trans-metropolitans.
We're crawling out from underneath your skins.
We're clawing our way up.
We are trans-metropolitans.

You need to be cleaned.
You want to be seen and immortalized.
You want to do it with our queen bee.
You want to download our cellular streams.
You'll probably die before you get a grip on me.

A world without the world within --
it's love-mechanical.
Come in.
We've been waiting for you, baby.
Our kisses sting.
Our sex, a grift.
But out here everybody wins.
We've got prizes for you, baby.

Will you come with us tonight?
We'll supply the appetite.
Hello kitty. Hello baby doll.
I know what you want from me.
Some pick-me-ups and some buggery.
We've got zombie on machine.

Come and be mine.
I'm the cold temptation.
Come kneel by my side in the Robot Nation.

We're going to get you,
we're going to come and take you.

We'll supplement every labotomy
with any mecha-fetish fantasy.
So come on kitty. Come on baby doll.
I know what you want from me.
We'll even dose your kids for free.
Does heaven make you that gaurantee?

Power.
It's like your lover in the morning.
It's all the more intoxicating.
It is our anthem and our station
You like it?
Let me hear you sing it...
"Fuck, yeah!"

You can call us out
with all your love-sick suffering.
We'll be the floss in your mouth.
We can come between anything.
We'll make you hypoalergenic,
sedentary, consistant and free.
We are glamour and smiles --
sunshine and style everlasting.

We'll be there to soften you up when you fall.
Don't read the small print.
It's nothing at all.

It's okay that you're weak,
as long as we're strong,
and we're strong just so long as you follow along.
Be brave little dolls.
We love you all.

We'll give you mouth-to-mouth
and wipe your jaw when you're slobbering.
We'll yank your dogma out.
You'll be weightless and you'll never sink.
Once your nerves stop shaking
you can fit in anywhere you please.
We'll make you pretty.
You'll shine.
All glamour and smiles everlasting.

We know that you're pissed
and we know that you're lost.
We know it all see it all and hear it all.
We know what's right for you.
We know what's wrong
and we'll be there to soften you up when you fall.

You can be my ersatz head
till the end of all that is.
You're atom electrocuted.
You're my ten thousand year revenge.

Count to pi.
Resurrect your life.
Yesterday's a wreck.
For tomorrow we fight.
No better place or time than this
to raise your fist to the Super Scientist.

She is Zen monk militant.
Loves alchemy and bones and lint.
My future pretty malcontent.
My ten thousand year revenge.

We got a sex thing and holographic LASERs.
We got our face lifts.
They cover up our craters.
We're mega-ultramatic lipstick sheen.
you must be joking.
Oh, please...

Dance with me my ersatz friend.
So auto-atomically perfect.
Your face unfolds and I defend
with my ten thousand year revenge.

My soul lover speaks
in a rhythm with her conquering hips.
Sexy like an Aztec monument
with concrete lips.
What are we --
debris, machinery, water and blood?
I crawl from the sediment
raging with memetics and run.

Warning - I love you.
Are my transmissions going through?
Wont you call back to me,
my future pretty love.

My soul lover shrieks.
She's ambition and American made.
She loves me like a cancer.
Her eyes are like anime.
She is the right side,
she is the left side.
She is the arrow
and the heart
and the gun.
Passionate and furious.
Perfectly mysterious.
Smiling wildly.
Lovely and honest.

I am radioactive, viscous, subtractive light.
Dear embrace me.
Your everything is graceful life.
I am puerile and childish.
You're beautiful when your smiling.
I'm crying when I touch the face.
Yesterday's disgrace is a stitchless,
mending, never-ending thread.

I black out.
I dream of fantastic, drastic,
multi-colored plastic machines.
I break down each and every time.
But I'm not a prophet.
I'm not your visionary.
I'm tapped out and I get a little spastic.
Should I get my head checked?
I never asked for this sign.
I'm junked out.
Breaking out of detox.
Pissing off the robots.
I must be out of my mind.

I know we are electric.
We are cellular directed.
Like a wheel in a wheel --
we are sex appeal.
Our great sphere is falling from the sky.
Your vision has gone critical, Ezekiel.

I tuned out.
I saw electrum.
There was perfection.
I saw the wings in the sky.
I shut down.
I cowered from the brightness.
Is anything else like this?
The world was on fire.

I know we are dissected.
We are shadow anorexics
with bile on the way up.
We are coals in a fire.

There were four faces
moving all places in every direction.
Conjoined and concentric.
Eagles and lions and humans and oxen
and seraphim choking on ashes and rust.

I know we are electric.
We are cellephane and septic,
Televised.
Junked up with information divine.

How could you never
put two and two together?
Your mind is on the blink,
and your body is weak.
When the big rock crushes, eliminates, amasses,
I will not embrace you.
I have come to replace you.

I fly like a raven.
Smile like a lazar.
Better than the original.
I'm back from the dispatch.
Snapping like a synapse.
Better than the original.

Vile pretender,
you cannot live forever.
Your chances all stink,
your future is rigged.
I awake from stasis, collaborate with nations.
Your God is going to break you.
Before it does I'll rape you.

Minds of precision
born from equation.
Masters love necessity
and have undying faith in the automatic.
Mutilate the enemy.
Destroy your automation.

You are going to be mine.
I am the cold temptation.
Kneel by my side in the Robot Nation.

We're cursing. We're whirling.
We're wheezing and curling up.
We smell like formaldyhide.
But you, my little fireflies, are not like us.
Our thoughts drip.
We're waves against the ghost ship.
So it goes... and so we go.
Little ghosts, you can be impossible.

We know it's a maze,
and we see in your face
that you're stilted and smothered
and carefully covered.
Can you rise up, pretty fireflies?

Are you luxuriating?
Are you accellerated?
There's a still life whispering.
Can you hear, or are you deaf?
We are collectively infected,
but we love our imperfections.
We're mono, we're stereo, elemental,
we are chemical.

We know it's not safe, but what is?
We're displaced and still sleeping in gutters.
Come all bastards and lovers
we're going to rise up.
Little fireflies, come rise up.

Can you seize this one fleeting moment?
It's here.
Can you hold it till I get there?
You see, the tighter you hold it
the brighter the moment hangs in the air.

I've got some zen kicking in.
You're mortified.
A little radical and slightly alkaline
is not good enough?
We know who told you that.
One day they'll come and get you too, man.
So wont you come and rise?
You see, there's nothing but this gravity.
Have the last word if you must.
Here they come.
Ding ding.
Your number's up.

You wont make that peace with yourselves,
but just face that there's nothing more other
than one to another.
Come and rise up pretty fireflies.

Did we make your souls flip once,
make your bones crack,
make your hearts skip?
Thump thump.
Did you think you helped us out
as we were holding out,
fighting for things we cared about?
We traveled time for you.
We thought out loud to you.
Do you remember how? Do you?
Did you even know just what we meant
when we said we only ever wanted just to
wake up dead next to you?